Page 35 of With This Mask
"Thank you for trusting me,” I say softly.
He pulls my lips down to his, and gently kisses them.
There’s something new in his touch. A tenderness that he reserved. An openness that lets me see him so much more clearly. This feels deeper. This feels like another level.
“Come on,” I say, climbing off of him. “I need a shower. And I don’t want to do it alone.”
“What a good girl, telling me exactly what she wants,” he says in a pleased rumble.
I bite my lower lip and pull him to his feet. He smacks my ass before palming it as we walk back up to the cabin.
I hold Alec’s eyes as I walk backward into the primary bedroom and then to the bathroom. There’s a wild hunger in his eyes as he stalks forward. He turns the water on hot, and pushes me up against the tile. A wicked grin takes over my face as he leans in and his mouth latches to my neck. And he sucks. Hard. Hard enough I know he’ll leave a mark. For everyone to see.
Between our bodies, his hand snakes down, down, sliding over my wet stomach until they slip beneath my swim bottoms. With an annoyed growl, he drags them down my thighs until they pool at my feet.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me,” he says against my skin as Alec’s fingers slide their way through my folds, straight to my core.
“We’re in the shower,” I point out wryly, just to get a reaction out of him.
He punishes me by burying his fingers fully in my depths, eliciting a gasp from my lips.
“The shower has nothing to do with it, Dora,” he growls as he bites gently at my shoulder. Next, with his free hand, he unties my top, where it falls to the floor.
A needy moan escapes my lips as my head falls back against the tile. Alec trails his mouth from my neck down to my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before biting down on it with just enough pressure. He soothes it with the wide, wet lick of his tongue from my under boob, all the way to my chest. His free hand comes to palm the other, squeezing the entire thing in his massive hand.
I can’t think straight. I’m just feeling. Feeling every place Alec touches me. Not being in my head about worrying about how I look right now, about how I sound, about how I taste, I feel like I could fucking fly.
Alec’s hands wrap around my waist and he suddenly pulls me from the wall. He turns me, and folds me forward. My hands fly out to brace on the tiled shower bench in front of me. Alec’s swim bottoms hit the floor.
Before I can even orient myself, Alec positions himself at my entrance, and slips inside me, smooth as butter. A heady groan escapes my lips at the sensation if his cock filling every millimeter inside me.
And quickly, steadily, he slides nearly out of me. Before slamming back in. Slide out. Slam home. A cry of ecstasy rips from me as he slams back in. His fingers grip my hips, digging into my skin in the very best way possible.
“Fuck, Alec!” I gasp, nearly overwhelmed by it all. “Faster! Harder!”
“Hell yes,” he obliges as he slams into me so damn hard, I nearly can’t hold myself upright. Harder and harder he rails into me. But holy shit, the sensation is addictive.
Another gasp rips from my throat, and I feel the surge. The rush. The freight train barreling straight through my core.
And I fucking scream. The orgasm rips through me with so much force I surely won’t survive it. Every nerve ending in me explodes and I just scream at the shear bliss of it all.
Alec roars, his fingers tightening on me as he shutters into me. And just a second later, his fingers snake their way down my hip, straight between my legs, as he rubs my clit, skyrocketing the orgasm to new heights as I chase it farther off the cliff.
The sounds pouring out of me sound more like sobs than anything else by the time the orgasm subsides. And I would collapse to the floor, my legs are shaking so hard, if it weren’t for Alec’s defined arms wrapping around my middle.
“You are the damn sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life, Salem,” he whispers against my skin.
My hand rises behind me to lace through his wet hair. “That… that was…”
“World altering,” he pants as he bites my earlobe.
I can only nod in agreement.
“Come find me when you’re finished,” he says in a whisper as he kisses the side of my neck. He steps under the water for just a few seconds, washing out his hair, before he steps out and wraps his waist with a towel.
What the fuck? That was just…
I’m blushing like I’ve never blushed before as I think about what just happened a few seconds before. How I had the audacity to ask for it in the first place. And then when I told him to go faster and harder?