Page 83 of Never Let You Go

Yet.

He moves my panties back in place, pulls my bra, my tank top, and my pants up, then brings my wrists to his mouth and kisses them.

I wrap my arms around his neck while he helps me to stand on my wobbly legs.

His erection pulses against my stomach as he holds me tight against him. “God, I want you so badly,” he says, smoothing my hair, his eyelids hooded.

I start to lower myself to him, but he won’t let me.

“Not here,” he says, his mouth grazing my temple. “Not now.” His voice is raw with want. “Not like this.”

Men might bring misery, but I’m discovering they can also bring pleasure beyond my wildest imagination.

These were the best orgasms of my life, and he only used his fingers.

And his mouth.

My god, his mouth.

He lets go of me.

“Is the tasting over?” I ask.

He chuckles. “For now. I have to go pick up Skye.” He presses his lips to my head and sends me off with a quick slap on my butt.

“Stairs okay now?” I ask him.

“Huh?”

“You said you had guys refinishing the staircase.”

“Right.” He checks his phone. “Yup, all good.”

I feel like lingering in his arms, kissing his full lips one last time. Who knows when the next opportunity will be? But it’s just sex, right, so I guess I shouldn’t. I can’t let my needy feelings get in the way with him. It would ruin everything.

But darn it, sex has never felt this good. In the past, at best, I was happy if it was not too messy. Sometimes, I’d feel some arousal from the friction, that I’d take care of in private, later, without the guy.

But this afternoon, as I walk up the stairs to my room, I feel relaxed and energized.

More than that.

I feel alive.

Alexandra two-point-oh.

And when I reach the top of the stairs and push the door to my bedroom open, as I’m reflecting that I didn’t notice anything different on the staircase, I’m stunned.

Oh.

My.

God.

My bedroom.

twenty-two

Alexandra

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