Slow Play (The Rules #3)(74)

But I’m waiting for her to give me the go ahead first.

She nods, pressing her lips together.

“Say it, angel. Say you want it.” I dip my head to kiss her, licking her lips, the inside of her mouth. Her taste is sweet, as addicting as candy.

“I want it,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice hitching, her breaths coming fast. “Please, Tristan.”

It’s the please that does it for me. Almost like she’s begging for my cock. I feel her pain. I don’t beg for shit but I have a feeling I’d get down on my knees and plead with her to let me have one more taste of her *, one more chance to bury my cock deep in her body.

With one slow thrust I’m inside her. I hold still, hold my breath, hold my thoughts as I push further, until I’m balls deep. She wraps those sexy long legs around my hips, anchoring her body to mine and I release a rough breath, hoping like hell I don’t come too soon. I withdraw and push in again, even slower this time, savoring the drag and pull of her inner walls clenching tight around my cock.

Closing my eyes, I inhale deep, tell myself to get my shit together. She literally throbs around me, squeezing my dick tighter and tighter, making me f*cking crazed with need. I promised myself I wouldn’t rush this. But that was before I knew what it would feel like, to be inside Alexandria.

And it feels f*cking amazing.

She circles her arms around my neck and lifts up, her mouth at my throat, whispering words I can’t hear for the low roaring in my ears. I’m consumed with pure need, every primal instinct kicking in, turning on. All I want to do is f*ck.

Fuck hard.

She says my name when I withdraw again and blindly I grab her face, seeking her mouth. The kiss is wild. Sloppy. Lips and tongue and teeth, whispered words and breaths and whimpers. I increase my pace, my hips shifting, hers lifting.

“More,” she whispers, and I give it to her.

“Harder,” she demands on a cry and I do as she says, plowing inside of her body like a man possessed.

I give it to her just as she wants because that’s what I want too. Whatever she needs, I’ll give her. Whatever she demands, I’ll offer up. I’m mindless with my need to please, my spine tingling, my balls drawing up tight. I’m going to come soon and I lift up, making some room between us so I can touch her clit as I shallowly thrust inside her.

“You ready, Alex? You gonna come?”

She nods, her hair a disaster, her body gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. I dip my head and lick one breast, then the other, the salty tang of her sweat dissolving on tongue. Fuck, she tastes good, feels even better.

My pace increases, becomes almost violent. I’m rocking into her, grunting with every downward thrust, pushing deeper and deeper until I feel like I’m going to permanently embed my dick inside her body. And still she takes it, encouraging me with whispered words, her ankles digging into my ass.

Soft, slow lovemaking has never, ever been my style. But rutting like a f*cking beast hasn’t ever been my thing either—until Alexandria. I’m overwhelmed with my need to make her mine. Hell, I’m tempted to pull my cock out of her at the last minute so I can come all over her tits, just to have the satisfaction of seeing my semen splatter on her skin…

I pause in my thrusting, catching my breath, reevaluating my thoughts. Where the f*ck did all that come from? I’ve never wanted to come on a chick’s tits just to say I did. It’s so possessive, so f*cking primal.

“Tristan?” She scratches her nails down my back, drawing my attention and I begin to move once again. One thrust. Two. Harder. Deeper. She whimpers with every push inside her body, moans with every withdrawal and I pound inside her, again. Again. Until she’s sobbing my name and she’s coming, so hard I can feel every clench around my dick, her * throbbing and pulsating, doing its best to milk my climax from me.

It works. With a hoarse shout I fall over the edge, my vision blurring as the orgasm sweeps over me, rendering me speechless. My body shakes and I collapse on top of her in a panting heap, my heart racing so hard I swear it’s going to explode.

She runs her hands over my head to calm me and I lay there, breathing deep, trying to slow my rapidly beating heart. I’ve got to be heavy on top of her like this and I go to roll over but she squeezes her arms around me, keeping me in place. “Not yet,” she whispers.

So I do as she wishes and let her hold me, my face nuzzled in her hair, hers pressed against my chest. Long minutes pass until I finally withdraw and climb off the bed, pulling the condom off and knotting it before I toss it in the nearby trash. Breathing deep, I run a hand through my hair, my entire body tingling with awareness.

I’d do that again. Hope she’s up for it.

“You called me Alex.”

I glance up to find her watching me, her head propped against a pile of pillows, the sheet bunched around her hips. A satisfied smile curls her swollen lips and I stare at her in fascination.

“What?” I ask when I realize she spoke to me.

“Earlier. You called me Alex.” Her smile grows and she closes her eyes, doesn’t say another word. The rise and fall of her chest is a fascinating thing to witness and I realize I’m entranced by her breathing for f*ck’s sake.

“I did?”

“You did. I liked it. Though I like it when you call me by my full name. Or Ali. Or angel. I like angel a lot.” She reaches out and sweeps the sheet back on the other side of her bed, patting the mattress. “Come join me. We can use up more of Conrad’s condoms.”