Page 16 of Under His Touch
“Alec,” she cries out, and I love hearing my name on her tongue, the sexually frustrated sound as she lifts her hips, trying to force me closer. I tug on her panties and pull them upward until her beautiful lips are hugging the thin band. I wiggle the material back and forth, massaging her clit with the lace.
Her gasp curls around me, her body a quivering mess of need and pleasure. “Oh, yes,” she cries out, and as her head goes from side to side, I can’t take teasing her anymore. I need my mouth on her body, everywhere, anywhere, all at once—all night long. Delirious with need, I grip the scrap of material in my hand and in one quick thrust tear the flimsy thong from her body.
She gulps and sits up a little straighter. “Alec,” she cries out, her brown eyes wide, full of lust and desire.
“Good thing you removed your T-shirt or I might have ripped it from your body, too.” Her chest heaves and I bite back a smile. “Now spread your legs,” I command in a soft voice and she immediately obliges, offering herself up to me so nicely a groan catches in my throat. I cup her ankles and place her feet on the edge of the mattress. With her knees pointed at the ceiling, I grip her thighs, squeeze slightly and widen her legs even more to accommodate my wide body. Her warm aroused scent turns me on even more, and my heart nearly gives when I glimpse her pink wetness, wide-open and ready for my mouth. I gaze at her for a second, then blink, wanting to capture this moment in a still frame.
“Megan,” I murmur, and settle myself on the floor between her thighs, stroking her quivering sex from top to bottom. “So fucking pretty.” Her body practically levitates off the bed as I pet her, and my cock throbs, grows another inch until it’s bursting through the elastic band of my boxers. Reaching up, I cup one breast and give a squeeze as I slide a finger into her. Christ, she’s soaking wet.
A moan rolls out of her throat and a growl catches in mine as her wet heat squeezes around my finger. Her pussy is so hot, tight and beautiful, this could very well be over before it even begins. But I need to hold it together. We’re not teenagers back in my room at St. Moritz, where we fumbled and clumsily learned each other’s bodies. Yeah, we were young and inexperienced, but up until this moment, it was the best night of my life.
Her sexy sounds of pleasure massage my balls, and my dick throbs even harder, leaving me a little off-kilter. But I can’t think about what being intimate with her again is doing to me, how screwed up I’ll become tomorrow. No, tonight I just want to feel, and bring her all the pleasure she deserves.
I slide another finger inside her for a snug fit, and small spasms begin at her core. She’s already so close, it’s insane. Then again, who am I to talk. Pre-cum is pooling from my slit, and my cock is begging me to take her already. But I won’t. Not until she comes for me first. I might be called a lot of things, but at the heart of it all, I’m a gentleman and I’m not between the legs of some random woman here. This is Megan Williams, and the fact that she’s actually giving herself to me again, when I don’t deserve anything from her, well, I don’t take that lightly. With her pleasure paramount, I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck hard as I move my finger in and out. Her pussy grows slicker beneath my ministrations, and I clamp down slightly on her cleft.
Air leaves her lungs in a whoosh, and her whimpering sounds reach my ears as I soften my tongue, lave her aching clit as her body writhes beneath me. I lift my mouth, glance up at her to find her on her elbows, watching me. Our eyes meet, lock, and my heart misses a few beats as I struggle to refill my lungs. My God, she’s breathtaking.
“You taste so good,” I murmur when I can finally breathe again, and she reaches for me, rakes her hand through my hair and guides my mouth back to her hot core. Loving that she knows what she wants, and isn’t afraid to take it, I chuckle against her clit, and fuck her with my fingers, changing the pace, rhythm and depth until she’s shaking and crying out my name. I love seeing her like this. Damned if I don’t want to make her feel this good every day of my life.
I circle her clit with my tongue, then press against it as I deliver hot, openmouthed kisses to her sweet pussy. She rocks against me, a shameless display of need, as she takes what she wants. Attagirl. She rides my fingers, moving faster and faster and soon enough she’s a beautiful hot mess tumbling over the edge.
“Alec,” she cries out, the clench of her muscles drawing my fingers in deeper and deeper and making me crazier and crazier. My dick throbs, aching to feel those clenches. “I’m...oh, God, Alec.” Her sweetness explodes on my tongue and I drink her in, not daring to miss a drop. I want her flavor in my mouth, want to taste her on my tongue a week from now. She spasms around me, and I stay between her legs and let her ride out the waves until her body goes slack and she’s panting for her next breath.
I climb over her body, brush my tongue over both nipples on my way to her mouth. Her legs wrap around me, and through my boxers my cock presses against her hot core. My lips find hers. I kiss her deeply, thoroughly explore her mouth with my tongue, and she kisses me back, the same sweet way she kissed me all those years ago.
I’m about to push off her, grab a condom when she gives me a hard shove. I roll to my back, and catching me by surprise she climbs over me, straddles my legs. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice rough and labored.
She tugs my boxers down and my cock springs free. She takes me into her hands, weighs me in her palms as she examines the long length of my dick. Her eyes are heavy lidded when her gaze lifts to mine. “Did you miss the part where I said I like firm, too?” she asks.
“Oh, Jesus,” I say as she bends forward to lick my cum, like it’s her goddamn job. With a slow slide of her tongue, she cleans my crown, before taking me to the back of her throat. “Megan,” I croak out, and grip her tumble of hair. I wrap it around my hand and move it to the side to watch my dick slide in and out of her mouth. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “That is so good,” I manage to say.
She moans, and the vibrations of her mouth zap my balls. She takes them into her palm and massages gently as her hand works the long length of me and her tongue swirls around my swollen head. The perfect trifecta. Her moans grow louder, more heated, and the way she’s worshipping my cock—loving every second of it—fucks me over in so many ways. Blood fills my veins and as much as I like what she’s doing, if she keeps it up, I’m going to shoot my load down her throat. But I’m not ready for this to be over. I want, need, other things from her tonight.
“Megan,” I growl, and give a little tug of her hair to pull her off me. Her mouth is wet as I bring her to me for a kiss. “I need to be inside you,” I say.
“Yes,” she murmurs. I roll until she’s underneath me, and then I go up on my knees to reach into my nightstand to pull out a box of condoms. I rip into it, pull out a foil package and quickly sheathe myself. I fall over Megan, who hasn’t taken her eyes off me. “You ready for me to fuck you?” I ask.
Eyes heated, she widens her legs and wraps them around my waist, answering my question without words. I position my crown at her entrance and it throbs as I give her an inch. She moans, thrusts upward for more.
“Alec, please,” she cries out.
“You need it, Megan? You need my cock?”
“I need you to fuck me,” she whimpers, and in one quick thrust I power my hips forward and fill her completely. “Holy God,” she cries out, her nails digging into my back. I go perfectly still for a moment, and concentrate on how good she feels as I give her a second to catch her breath. “I feel you, Alec. Feel you throbbing inside me.”
“You are so hot and tight, it’s all I can do to hang on. I’m already more than halfway there,” I groan.
She begins to rock, and I move with her, pulling almost all the way out, only to slide back home again. We move together, each giving and taking, and every time I power into her sweet core, it pulls a cry from her throat. Her hands go to her breasts and she rubs her nipples. Jesus, that’s hot. My lips find hers again as my balls tighten, scream for release. I grind into her, stimulate her clit with each downward slide, and soon enough she’s chanting my name again, her muscles clenching in an explosion of passion.
“I’m there,” she murmurs, her skin warm and slick as she shatters around me. Her hot cum singes my cock, drips all over me, and I’ve never felt anything more satisfying in my entire life. Perfection.
I change the rhythm and pace, driving deeper, harder, but unable to get enough. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and when her eyes roll back in her head, her body explodes for the third time tonight. There is nothing in the world better than this. Megan in my bed, coming all over my cock. Her pussy squeezes my dick hard, and I can no longer hold on. I throw my head back and growl as I come high inside her. My muscles spasm and shudder with my final pulse, and once depleted, I collapse on top of Megan, press her into the mattress. Her heart pounds hard against my chest, and I bury my mouth into her neck, where I press feather-soft, openmouthed kisses to her delicate flesh. I stay there for a long time, revel in her scent and enjoy the light caress of her fingers stroking my back. I breathe in contentment as I bask in my postorgasmic bliss.
Soon enough my cock grows flaccid and with much reluctance, I pull out of her and discard the condom. Sprawled out on my bed, her eyes heavy lidded and struggling to remain open, her hair is a tangled mess beneath her. I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. Her breathing changes, grows softer, and I fix the blankets around us, pulling her into my arms so we can get a few hours of sleep.
She moans, and my pulse beats a bit faster as she snuggles into me, a well-sated woman. I let my gaze fall over her again, and my chest swells, loving that I was the one who did this to her.
I drop a soft kiss onto her forehead, and as reality begins to trickle back in, I struggle to calm my racing heart. Just like eight years ago, Megan rocked my world in a way no other woman ever has or ever will. But it shouldn’t have happened then, and it shouldn’t have happened now. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I be stronger around her? Why would I go and seduce the one girl in the world I need to keep my distance from?