I’m a slave to this girl. If I thought it before, I’m sure of it now.
Pinning her underneath me, I run my hands along her arms and down her sides, soaking up the smoothness of her skin and fresh scent of her hair. Alana mirrors my movements; our lips fuse together, tasting, devouring, and consuming each other.
I can’t even control it when I grind my erection between her legs; it’s pulsing like a heat-seeking missile on a mission. I need to do something to allay the pressure. Like now.
“Baby,” I rasp in her ear. “I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be right back,” I promise, kissing her neck.
Alana stops moving and looks at me with a confused expression. “Why?” She shifts against me, making me groan.
“Umm...” Isn’t it obvious?
She looks down between our bodies and back up at me almost offended. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who loves you?” she asks, grabbing the waist of my pants.
I freeze.
“Alana, this isn’t about me.”
“You’re right. It isn’t. It’s about us.” She stares straight into my eyes, and it feels like a rocket just launched inside me. This, right here, is why I am infatuatedly in love with Alana Remington. She’s an unassuming powerhouse. A quiet storm, like lightning over the ocean. She doesn’t say much. She’s not domineering or arrogant or overbearing, but if she wants your attention, she’ll get it. And she definitely has mine.
With one firm grip on my waistband with her left, she slips her right hand into my pants. “Alana,” I involuntary hiss, and I don’t know if I’m warning her to stop or begging her to go on. I am sure of one thing though, if she keeps touching me like that, I’m going to become a card-carrying member of the premature ejaculation club.
Every one of my limbs becomes like lead as she strokes me lightly, draining all the energy from my body and redirecting it straight to the raging hard on in her hand.
“Mmm...” I drop my head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the clean scent of her skin as she launches my lucidity into the atmosphere. The harder she rubs and jerks and squeezes, the harder it becomes for me to breathe.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.It feels so good, and not just because she’s rubbing me off. Because she’s the only one I want to touch me. I have no control of my hips as they start pumping in her hand. An orgasm looming.
“Alana,” I sigh her name as the pressure builds inside me, tingling my tailbone and sparking like flint meeting steel.
Before I realize what’s happening, Alana is pushing me off her and forcing me onto my back. She rips my T-shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. I groan audibly as she drags her tongue down my chest, licking and nipping the whole way to my navel.Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.I have to keep reminding myself, because the sheer magnitude of her touch is asphyxiating in the most amazing possible way. Then she pops the button of my shorts, and I nearly combust. My whole body is rigid and tense and alive. As she slides my pants off — underwear and all — my head spins. But when she actually puts her mouth on me, I splinter.Fuuuuck.Her warm heat wrapped around me is almost too much to take. I shove my hands into her damp hair and tip my head back as she takes me deep into her throat and then back out again. The only sound in the room is my panting breath as she drags me right to the edge of pleasure and dangles me there.
“Fuck baby, fuck baby.” It’s a warning. But she doesn’t shy away, she just keeps up the relentless rhythm, until I’m twitching in her mouth.
“Alana, I’m going to come.” I tighten my fists in her hair, a last attempt to warn her before I explode. But she just moans, taking me deeper, brushing the head of my erection against the back of her throat, spurring me to lose all control. I climax so loud, I surprise myself. The ecstasy shredding me apart until it feels like every molecule in my body has disintegrated.
I’m spent. Physically drained and emotionally charged by a brown-eyed, blonde-haired goddess who absolutely owns my soul.
When I’m coherent, I pull her head up to my face with my hands still clutched in her hair, then I crush her lips against mine. It’s a kiss above and beyond all other kisses. It’s a kiss filled with love and need and want. A kiss that says her touch is like no other. No other I’ve ever had and no other I’ll ever want.
“I love you,” I breathe against her mouth.
Alana pops her eyes open, and they are shining. Glowing with soundless emotion.
“I know.” She grazes her mouth softly across my lips. She can’t say it. But I know she feels it. It’s okay. I’m not going to force the words out of her. Tonight, we had a breakthrough, and for now, I’ll take what I can get.
I pull her into my arms and wrap one leg around her as a soft ocean breeze flitters through the room, blanketing our naked bodies with its soothing summer warmth. I’m pretty sure if I could lay here forever with her, just like this, I would.
Alana rubs her nose against my neck and sighs as I hug her tightly. How any one person can bring so much serenity, I’ll never know. But when I’m with her, every problem and worry and crappy part of my life fades away, leaving only us and the security I find in her arms. The arms of a perfect, imperfect person who somewhere, deep down loves me.
“Why do you always smell so clean, like bubbles?” I ask as I sniff her skin.
She giggles, wiggling in my arms from the light brush of my cheek. “It’s bubble bath.”
“Like legitimate bubble bath?”
“What other kind is there?”
“I don’t know.” “It’s baby wash,” she clarifies. “I’m addicted to the scent.”
“Me too.” I nip at her neck and inhale.