Page 9 of Exposed

“No, I want to do it. From what you’ve said, it might help me with some things I’ve had issues dealing with.” Though self-aware, Madison never enjoyed burdening people with her problems. This had been as close as she’d ever let anyone into her world of loss and pain.

“Let’s do something,” Alex suggested as he pulled a small ottoman out to the edge of the balcony. “Here,” he grabbed her hand and pulled her to stand on it, facing the woods. Though the railing was at her knee, she felt free from any concern of falling. Just in case, though, Alex now had his hands firmly planted on her hips. “Do you remember the scene in “Titanic” where they were on the bow of the ship, and the heroine had her arms out, embracing the air and the sensation of being one with everything around her? The sunset. The ocean. Being with someone she had faith in?”

“Yes,” Madison played out the scene, extending her arms, and looking out into the darkening forest.

Alex leaned her forward a little. “This is what you’ll do tomorrow. Just think of that scene and you’ll be just fine.” He held her steady but eased into a tempting distraction. Sliding his hands up her waist, he dragged her shirt slowly higher. Madison giggled.

“The view out here is spectacular. How’s yours?” She looked back with a playful glance.

“Getting better and better.” He could make out the soft and perfectly round flesh peeking from just beneath the shirt.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Without warning, he pulled her back, sweeping her into the cradle of his chiseled arms and chest. “I can think of a few things.” His mouth met hers, and she opened her lips just enough for his tongue to rush through, intertwining their desire. He took her to the plush rug before the grand fireplace, roaring with seasoned wood. There were pillows and blankets scattered about. He laid her down on her back, and he joined her, propping his head on his elbow. He pulled her close, taunting her with his flannel-encased erection pressed into her thigh. His hand glided up over her shirt, pausing for a second to cup her breast, then moving up to caress her neck as his thumb brushed her cheek. “How’s this for camping?” he whispered into her ear, then nibbled down her neck while unbuttoning her nightshirt.

“Oh, it’ll be perfect in a while.”

Alex looked at her, ready to play this game. “And just what, Ms. Taylor, would make it more perfect?” He traced his fingers from her collarbone, between her breasts, and down to her navel before inching it back up. He then slipped open the shirt, one side at a time, exposing her heaving, perfect mounds and firm, pink nipples. He circled one with his hot tongue, then asked, “Hmm?”

She bit her lip and tried to get out the words between her heavy breaths. “Well, uh, usually when people camp, it’s beneath a big, open sky.”

“Interesting. Did you want to go outside?” he seductively queried as he began licking delicately around her other nipple.

“N-no. But, uh, it will be perfect as soon as you have me seeing stars,” she moaned and he popped her breast into his mouth, suckling her as her hips twitched. She rolled on her side, her legs moving to straddle one of his massive thighs. He could feel her moisture pooling as she slid wantonly up and down his muscular leg.

“I’ll do my best,” he muttered as he worked his fingers into the wetness weeping from her folds, then smearing her clit, where his fingers settled. Finding her sensitive nub, he began rolling it, causing her to claw him and sweetly moan.

“Wait right here,” he whispered back, and raced to his bag for a condom. He removed his pants and returned, tossing the condom to the side, then kneeling before her.

From her side sprawled position, she propped her head on her hand and admired him, with his determined erection jutting towards her. Her stare made its way up his sculpted body to his eyes. He looked down at her. His dark, hungry gaze seemed to be filled with longing. Almost as if he’d never had her before. Like she’d never been his. Without hesitation, she inwardly smiled. I will always be yours, Alex Drake. He remained in place, letting her soak him in. Losing her gaze in his body, she absorbed his beauty like a work of art. Naked. Perfect. Such a study of strength, and yet, so vulnerable. He revealed himself to her as an act of trust. And she understood how precious the gift was. Despite the power he held, with her, he chose to be at her mercy. To be more exposed than he’d ever been. She filled with an unyielding desire to be anything and everything he needed. To be completely his.

Her emotions fueled her lust. Her gaze washed over him, settling back on his magnificent cock. She licked her upper lip and slipped her hand through his kneeling legs, pulling him from the back of his thigh towards her. She guided his velvety tip into her mouth. Her wet, soft lips wrapped around him. “Yes, Madison,” he commanded with a low grumble. He carefully straddled her head, rolling her to her back, making sure not to catch her hair with his knees. Once there, he lowered his face to her inner thigh, kissing it as she edged onto him. He brushed his lips and tongue across both thighs, then dragged the width of his tongue against her sweet ripeness, ready for his grazing.

She squealed and writhed as his tongue found its way back and forth from her clit to her swollen core. He rolled onto his side and she followed, intertwined in a deeply satisfying erotic feeding. He lashed her with his tongue while both his hands worked around her thighs to collectively stimulate her, simultaneously rubbing her and pushing into her sweet pussy while he lapped up every bit of wetness as it escaped. She, in turn, stroked and sucked him, moving one of her hands to caress the soft, tender skin of his sack, then scrolling her fingers across to the very base of his anus before pulling back.

She could feel the warmth and taste of his pre-cum, and she worked eagerly to draw out more. But as he fingered her, her senses overflowed. Keeping her pace became elusive as she fell into a whirl of overpowering sensations. His tongue focused on her emerged clit, and his dedicated fingers strummed her G-spot relentlessly. He insistently coaxed her orgasm, while withholding his own release. Uncontrollably, her spasms tore her lips from his bulging cock as she gasped. She kept her hands wrapped around his extended rod, pumping it strongly as she cried out in heavy, throaty screams of ecstasy. Her climax shot charges and tingles throughout her body, and her muscles choked his fingers still buried deep within her.

“Are you seeing stars yet?” he growled naughtily, still enjoying kissing her exploded pussy, and keeping his fingers in place.

“Yes,” she cried. Her eyes fluttered, opening enough to realize the balcony door had been opened the entire time. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean to be so loud,” she breathlessly heaved, wondering if Jess and Mark had heard.

Alex slowly withdrew his fingers, causing her body to wrench from the loss. He made his way back to her face. Kissing her, his arousal heightened as she kissed him back, drawing her own essence from his tangy lips. “Well, they’re about to hear a whole lot more,” he promised. Retrieving the condom, he quickly sheathed himself.

Her warmth welcomed his cock, as he shoved through the swelling that concealed her core. He dabbed the head in and out of her soaking folds, before plunging it deep into her center. She cried out, louder than before, and arched her back. He tasted her nipple as he worked his way back and forth, harder, faster, deeper. He popped her breast out of his mouth, and rested his weight on her as he pushed further and further in. He looked over to see her expression had suddenly changed, and he couldn’t quite read her. Without breaking his pace, he asked, “What is it?”

Her eyes fluttered and her back arched. “I—I think I might cum again.”

“God, yes,” he said, ramping up his pace and gently resting the ball of his thumb on her clit. It was enough. They both tumbled deep into the erotic abyss, crying out as their bodies jolted and ricocheted against one another’s orgasms. The spasming pulled them closer as each sensual movement filled their bodies with ecstasy. He released his thumb only to wrap his arms around her, pulling her tightly into him.

As their breathing shallowed and their bodies cooled, Alex slipped away momentarily, returning with a blanket for Madison, though he preferred the gentle breeze of the night air as his only swaddle. He grabbed two pillows, placing one under her head and keeping one for himself.

Madison looked over at him. “I’m positive they heard us,” she giggled, pulling the blanket up over her mouth and nose in mild embarrassment. Alex coyly tugged the blanket back down.

“Beautiful, I’m sure the penguins in Antarctica heard us.” He laughed, kissing her sweetly on the lips, then fell back to rest as the dancing flames of the fire mesmerized Madison. She watched, and wondered what secrets Alex had to reveal. Her thoughts drifted and carried her off to an exhausted sleep.

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