"Alex," she says, her voice wrecked, and that snaps me back.
I push deeper, sliding my finger all the way inside her, and she moans loud, her head falling back. I start moving, slow and steady, and she rocks against my hand, riding my finger. I add a second, stretching her, and she gasps.
"Yes," she breathes. "Yes, fuck, just like that."
"I like when you get frustrated and your face crinkles up a bit," I say, my voice rougher now, her hips rocking forward totake me deeper. "Your nose scrunches and you mutter something in French under your breath, usually insulting me. It's so adorable I can barely stand it. I spent half of service tonight wanting to fuck you right there against the prep station."
She gasps, her knees buckling slightly, and I have to wrap my other arm around her waist to keep her upright. Her inner walls are clenching around my fingers rhythmically, and she's so wet I can hear it, the slick sound of my fingers moving inside her.
"See," she says, breathless and shaky, "you're not supposed to catch feelings, remember? This is just—oh god, right there—just sex."
"Oh right," I say, curling my fingers inside her and finding that spot that makes her cry out. "In that case, I barely even like you. Tolerable at best."
She glares at me, or tries to, but it's pretty ineffective when she's panting and grinding down on my hand. "Bastard."
And then she pulls me down into another kiss, fierce and demanding, her tongue sliding against mine, and I reluctantly pull my hand out of her pants so I can grip her hips with both hands. My fingers are slick with her and it makes me wild.
Her fingers brush against my cock through the denim and I groan, my whole body going tense.
"I think you're more worked up than I am," she says, popping the button and sliding the zipper down slowly. Her knuckles drag against my erection.
"You have no idea," I manage, reaching for her pajama pants and shoving them down her hips in one motion. They catch on her thighs and she has to wiggle to get them off, laughing, kicking them away until she's standing there in just her pajama top and black lace underwear.
She steps back slightly, looking at me with those dark eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. "Get on the bed. Now."
I smile, slow and deliberate. "As you wish. But I'm taking you with me."
I grab her waist and pull her forward as I walk backward toward the bed, and she squeals, laughing, stumbling with me until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sit down hard and pull her on top of me, and she straddles my lap, her hands braced on my shoulders as we fall back together.
She lands on top of me and I kiss her hard, my hands roaming everywhere I can reach, sliding up her back under her shirt, gripping her ass, pulling her closer. She's intoxicating and I can't get enough, can't stop touching her.
I reach for the hem of her shirt and she sits up, breathing hard, and pulls it up and over her head. Then she grabs my shirt and yanks it up, and I help her, sitting up just enough to get it off before falling back down with her on top of me.
She's in just her black lace bra now, delicate and expensive-looking, the cups sheer enough that I can see the dark pink of her nipples through the fabric.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra in one motion. The straps slide down her arms and her breasts spill free, and I stop breathing. They're perfect. Full and soft and round, heavy enough to fill my hands, tipped with nipples that are already hard and flushed dark pink.
I lower my head and kiss one breast softly, just a press of my lips to the swell of it, then the other. I cup one in my hand, feeling the weight, my thumb brushing over her nipple. When I finally close my lips around it and suck, she moans, her back arching, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
I suck harder, my tongue flicking over the tip, then use my teeth gently, and she gasps, her hand flying to the back of my head.
"Yes," she breathes, her fingers threading through my hair and holding me there. "Yes, fuck, I have really sensitive nipples so that feels incredible. Don't stop."
I try not to explode in my jeans right there. The way she's writhing against me, her hips rolling forward, it's almost toomuch. My cock is throbbing, straining against my zipper painfully. I switch to her other nipple, sucking harder this time, using my teeth more deliberately, and she moans louder, her nails digging into my scalp.
I moan against her breast, unable to help it.
"Yes," she gasps. "You like that? You like sucking on my tits?"
I release her nipple and look up at her, grinning. "See, you still think you're running the show here, but I'm the one making you fall apart."
She giggles and rolls her hips down against me hard. "Please, I could walk away right now and you'd be the one begging me to—oh!"
I capture her nipple again, sucking hard while my other hand slides down to grip her ass, grinding her down against the bulge in my jeans. She moans, her head falling back, and I know I've won this round.
CHAPTER 11
Isabelle