The Espionage Effect(74)
I gasped as a spark of heat sizzled through me.
Longing followed. I wanted him inside me in every way.
As if sensing my sudden need, he clutched my hips. Then he lifted me a fraction until his rigid erection grazed across my sensitized folds before it settled lengthwise through them when he eased me back down. I let out another low groan as I arched, then curved, rubbing along his length.
Languorous minutes passed in the darkness as I moved against him with barely discernible hip rolls as his hands gripped my thighs. Every so often, my ragged breath would catch as a jolt of pleasure flashed through me. On occasion, his steady exhalations fogging over my ear sharpened to a soft gasp as his cock twitched beneath me. In between, the only sounds were random drips of water echoing off the walls, the whisper of our heavy breaths escaping our lips, and my relentless pulse drumming in my ears—while it simultaneously throbbed elsewhere…deeper.
On the next firm kick of his cock against me, I gasped again, with him.
His strong grip on my thighs tightened seconds before I felt myself being lifted.
A sudden concern flashed into my mind, then tumbled from my lips before I could stop it. “Are you sure about this? The eroding nature of wave currents and viscosity of water is detrimental to sustained lubrication.”
He lowered his head with a sudden drop and growled against my neck. “Fuck. What that extraordinary mouth of yours does to me.”
Then as if in answer to my apprehension, but without explanation, he began to stand. Jostled off his lap, I threw my hands up, but he grabbed my hips and spun me around. Off-balance, I flailed my arms until I clamped on to his muscular biceps, but the slick surfaces were no match against his powerful legs that he’d wedged against the high walls of the tub.
Before I had a chance to catch a full breath, he bent forward, gripped my thighs just under my ass, and hoisted me up as he spread my legs wide. Mouth falling open in amazement at his surprise action, I wrapped my legs tightly around him, gripping just over his hips.
With a grace I would never have imagined, he climbed out of the tub while gripping the globes of my ass in both hands. His strong arms bracketed around me, firm hands holding tight, as he took measured strides across the rough slate tiles of his bathroom.
His cock lay pressed between us, its rigid length sliding over the sensitized nerves of my clit with his every step. When an aching pulse sparked through me, I dropped my forehead against his shoulder and moaned. He hissed in a breath through his teeth as his cock twitched in reply.
Breaths ragged, he paused midstride just outside of his bedroom door and pinned me gently to the wall. Arms tensing, he lifted my body, sliding me up the length of his shaft, until the blunt tip caught at my entrance. My eyes widened. We stared at each other while he lowered me down, letting gravity aid his cause, as if the few remaining steps to the bed were too great a distance to wait one more second.
As he slid ever deeper, stretching me wide, filling me with the solidness of his heat, I clung tighter to him, not wanting this excruciating pleasure to end, never wanting to let go. His eyes slowly closed and his head drifted downward until his forehead touched mine. Our labored breaths rasped out. My pulse beat heavy against my eardrum. A torturous ache throbbed everywhere, through me, around him…for him.
All of a sudden, the grip he had on my hips tightened, then he jerked us away from the wall, spun us around, and after a few steps, lunged forward until our combined weight crashed toward the bed. But he shot out an extended arm at the last moment, bracing our fall. Then he stilled and we locked gazes for a few shallow breaths before he drove forward, imbedding completely inside me with one solid thrust.
Time slipped away into a dreamy haze, and I held him close as we began to move. He eased back, then drove forward. I undulated down, then arched up. Aching need wrenched a keening moan from my throat. Desire spiraled through me, white hot, a flash of gratification, yet wholly insufficient as the sensual craving for more stoked higher, burned brighter.
With a measured pace, he drew his hips back, paused right before exiting my body, then plunged forward, sparking nerves along slickened inner walls as he stretched me, filling me once again. The ache deep within me coiled tighter with every meaningful thrust. Our breaths began to quicken.
When a forceful pulse arced through me, I gasped and closed my eyes, arching my head back as I strained for an orgasm edging within reach.
His cock hardened further and his body tensed. But he pulled back.
When I tilted my head forward, opening my eyes, I found him gazing down at me. A multitude of emotions shone in those mesmerizing eyes: astonishment, curiosity, gratitude.
As I hovered on the edge of the precipice, I sensed he teetered right there beside me, our bodies spent and ready to take the fall—hearts dragged along, to plunge in spite of the risks.
We didn’t speak. Didn’t nod our assent. Without any sign from either side, we both knew. He closed the distance between us until our lips brushed, then opened, molding into a passionate kiss. I gripped his hips, and he eased back and plunged forward one last time before our bodies tightened, then burst into blinding sparks of pleasure.
Our hearts? Already gone.
The rhythmic hum of breaking ocean waves became a hypnotic lullaby, shielding us from the realities of the world, cocooning us in a private one of our own.
In the quiet darkness of Alec’s bedroom, we faced each other, legs tangled together, warm breaths mingling. I smiled for the third time in the last five minutes. A record by any measure. Yet I couldn’t help it.