Page 70 of Mutual Discord

I bit my lip. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“God, no. It’s natural. I know it’s the style to wax and laser it all off, and I’ve dated women who have, but this”—he whistled as he stared at my body—“is such a turn-on because you’re so confident in who you are. You’re at ease in your own body. I feel like the luckiest bastard that you trust me enough to show me. To let me touch you.”

With a muted growl, Alex moved to crouch on the floor and spread my thighs wide. “That you let me taste you.”

The first swipe of his tongue through my folds whited out my vision, and I called out his name. His smile against my most sensitive flesh was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced. Soon, though, I was undulating my hips into his movements, my hands knotted in his hair, as his tongue drove me closer and closer to the precipice. But I needed more, and Alex must have sensed it, because he eased two fingers inside me with a soft murmur of encouragement.

“Is that what you need, mi vida?” he crooned, curling his fingers and working them inside me. “Always tell me what you need. What you want. Understand?”

A long, low moan and a grind of my hips was my answer.

Alex didn’t slow his pace, and between the deft work of his mouth and fingers, my legs were soon shaking as my release barreled upon me in a cataclysmic detonation that left my ears ringing and my lungs empty of breath. I wasn’t sure if I screamed, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I had because that orgasm was the most powerful one of my life. Merry Christmas to the entire hotel.

Kissing and nibbling his way up my body, Alex stopped when he loomed over me, and I somehow managed to pry open my eyes to meet his gaze. His hair was mussed from my hands and his mouth and jaw were slightly red, but his dimple cut into his cheek so deeply with his smile that his smugness was apparent.

Alex touched his lips to mine with a ghostly pressure, and I opened to him like a flower, welcoming his tongue to move alongside mine. I could taste myself in his kiss, and I shuddered as a fresh wave of arousal bloomed inside me.

We kissed for several long minutes, each one becoming more urgent and needy. And when Alex began to grind against my hip, I reached out and grabbed him, firmly stroking his cock from the head to the base.

“Did you bring a condom?” I asked with the breath we shared.

He exhaled in a gust, pulled free of my grasp, and disappeared into the bathroom. Alex returned a second later brandishing a foil packet.

I wanted to ask him if he always carried condoms. Did he bring them on this trip because he knew he’d find his way into my bed? Had he bought them to use with someone else? Biting the inside of my cheek, I willed away the questions because they didn’t matter. Alex was here with me now, and I was pretty certain I would implode if he didn’t fuck me soon.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as he tore open the package with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length. God, he was perfectly sized, and my inner muscles clenched in anticipation.

I don’t know if I expected him to slide between my legs and thrust into me immediately, but he surprised me when he did neither of those things. Instead, Alex leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue licking into my mouth until I twined my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed against his firm chest. His arms wove around me, holding me close…and then he turned until I lay on top of him. A triumphant smile lit Alex’s face as he gazed up at me.

“You’re in control, Sofia. You always have been. I would have waited for you forever,” he murmured, his hands running down my back to grip my ass. “Now show me how you want me.”

Alex wanted me to be in control? I stared down at him now, my body stretched over his, the curly black hair on his chest abrading my skin in the most delicious way. How did I want him? I wondered as he kneaded my backside and the tops of my thighs. And suddenly I knew.

Planting my hands on his chest, I sat up, the motion rocking us together. I shuddered, a gasp escaping me.

“Fuck, don’t tease me right now. I’m barely hanging on as it is,” he growled, his hands latching on to my hips, his fingers curling into my flesh. His cheeks were flushed as he stared up at me. “God, you’re every single one of my fantasies brought to life.”

With that, Alex surged up to kiss me, a messy, wet kiss that spread heated goose bumps over every inch of my skin that touched his. He kissed and nipped down my neck and across my collarbone, while his hands caressed my breasts. I allowed myself to get swept away by his actions…until a burst of pleasure in my core broke through the fog and I found I was rocking against him. What was the point of dry-humping Alex when I could have him in truth?

So I sucked air between my teeth and pressed my palms to his chest, pushing until he lay flat again. While I held his gaze, I reached back and grasped his cock, pumping it once, then twice. As I rose up, notching him at my opening, a smile creased my lips.

“You’re so big…but I’m so wet.” My teeth sunk into my bottom lip as his thick head disappeared inside me. “I want to savor every inch.”

And I did. I was so turned on, so ready to finally be with Alex in all the ways I never thought I could be, he was soon seated firmly inside me. It took me several long seconds to draw in a full breath, as if the home Alex made in my body had left room for nothing else. Alex clenched his eyes closed, his hands flexing on my hips, then my thighs, his jaw slackened. When I swiveled my pelvis, a guttural groan rumbled from his chest. I did it again, grinning, and soon set a pace that tortured us both. Pleasure flooded every cell in my body, and whimpers fell from my lips like music notes. Eventually the sensations became too much and my rhythm faltered, and Alex pulled me down to his chest, his hands moving my body in coordination with his thrusts. I was so close, one hard thrust away from being shot into the stratosphere, so I ground down right when Alex surged up, his pubic bone rubbing perfectly against my clit, and I shrieked as my orgasm pulled me under and my body trembled around his.

Incoherent with pleasure, I didn’t realize Alex had rolled me over until he thrust into me again, surprising a gasp from my lungs.

“I want to give you one more,” he rasped, sweat dotting his forehead and gleaming on his chest and arms. His pace didn’t slow, his hips snapping between mine and pushing me up the bed. Alex clenched his eyes closed, the tendons in his neck stained. “But I…I don’t think I can wait. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to wait any longer, mi amor. Let go.”

And he did. Alex bent my knees to my chest and stroked into me frantically, his gaze fixed on where my body welcomed his. But when he came, when pleasure bloomed on his face, he leaned down to share his groan with my lips.

Alex withdrew gently and collapsed onto the bed beside me. Without a word, he reached for me, drawing me into the circle of his arms. My ear lay over his heart, and hearing how quickly it raced, as if each pump was an echo of my name, caused my eyes to fill with tears.

Several silent minutes passed with us lying together before Alex rose to discard the condom. When he slid under the sheets, he set a small, red, wrapped box on my stomach. Pushing myself into a sitting position, I picked it up before glancing at him in question.

“It’s your present.” His dark eyes traveled over my face. “Open it.”