Page 25 of Madam Alana

Ilifted upso I could hover my tophalf above him while I stared into his sleepy morning gaze.

His smiling face was so incredibly handsome. It was hard tobelieve a man like this wanted a womanlikeme.

“Thank you for last night. And for our wedding. For beingkind and giving me time to adjust toall ofthesechanges. The care you’re taking with me and our marriage means a great deal.”

He lifted his arm and curled a hand around my nape. “You areworth it. Besides, I’m having a wonderful time with you. Regardless of thewalls you’ve built, I’m starting to see through the cracks. And I like what Isee, Alana.” He used his thumb to tilt my chin. “You’re not only great company,with a beauty that steals my breath, but you have a gentle approach that movesme. When you touch something, including me, you do so with intention. I lovethat about you.”

I could feel my stupid cheeks getting hot under his praise.To avoid it, I pushed forward and took his mouth in a searing kiss. He groanedand wrapped his free arm around my back, holding me close. We kissedpassionately and rolled from side to side on the big bed. First, I was on top,then he was. For a while, all we did was kiss. Well, mostly. I sure took everyopportunity possible to run my eager hands down his strong, muscular back,allowing my palms to become familiar with the landscape.

My husband was massive compared to my slight form, but Inever felt unsafe. Quite the opposite. Christophe made me feel desired andrespected. He was greedy with his kisses, preferring to be the one in charge,but still willingly backing off when I made it clear I wanted to drive ourpassion.

For a solid hour we kissed, our tongues dancing, teethgnashing and nipping, until things got a bit more heated. That was when the touchingreally began. I wanted to feel more of his warm, bare skin, so when he was ontop of me, his mouth working down the sensitive column of my neck, I shoved myhands into the back of his pajama bottoms and cupped his rear end. I thenwantonly ground my hips against his hard length.

“Christ!” He thrust against me, rubbing his erection alongmy sodden panties.

For the first time ever, Iwantedto have sexualintercourse with a man. See what everyone who enjoyed sex experienced. Ifanyone could make it pleasurable, I had to believe Christophe would.

Christophe made me feeleverything. All of itheated and lustful. I enjoyed this rarity, preferring to grab it by the hornsand take all that I could before it was gone.

My husband had other ideas. Before I could wedge my handbetween us to shove aside my panties and his pajama pants, he ripped his mouthfrom mine on a growl. He shook his head sharply.

“Non. We wait.” He rubbed at the back of his neckas he hovered over me up on his knees. “It is too soon,cheri,”he stated even though I could tell by his pained expression that he wasfighting himself to do what he perceived was the right thing.

I shook my head. “I disagree. I’m willing. And I want you.”I arched my back, my pebbled nipples graphically peaking against the satinfabric while I pressed my legs together, greedy for the pressure right where Ineeded it.

His eyes blazed with white-hot fire as he traced myundulating form. For a brief second his brow furrowed, and I felt his thumbdrag close to my sex, along one side of the mangled scars that lined my innerthighs.

“Alana.” His voice was brutally raw. “How?” he gratedthrough his teeth.

I shook my head. “Not now. I need your touch. Please,” Iwhispered.

His eyes filled with compassion and adoration as he palmedthe outsides of my thighs and ran his hands back and forth, teasing me.

I sighed, excitement pouring through my veins as I waitedfor his next touch. I didn’t have to wait but a moment before his hand dartedout and he cupped my sex possessively, fingers rubbing up and down my center.

“Yes!” I cried out, closing my eyes as he manipulated meperfectly.

He rubbed over that sweet bundle of nerves between mythighs, and I could feel the orgasm blooming on the horizon. An orgasm that I didnot give myself. And it was going to be huge.

My body trembled as I moved my hips against skilled hishand.

“Do you like my touch,cheri?”he asked, his voice a needy rumble, sounding like he’d swallowed gravel.

“So much. Please,” I begged.

He doubled his efforts, spinning his thumb around thosenerves until I was gasping. Sweat misted on my skin as my temperature rose toincredible heights along with my desire. I gripped the bedsheet, my handsfisting the fabric as I lost my mind to the seemingly endless pleasure. It wasso unbelievably good. It made me feel indescribably alive.

I was a goddess. His goddess.

He made tingles race along my skin with every twirl of histhumb and manipulation of his fingers. My sex clenched around nothing, makingme wish he was deeply embedded inside me so he too could feel this enormousamount of bliss.

I mewled and trembled, the orgasm skating through everynerve ending, sitting right on the edge of nirvana. I only needed a little bitmore and I’d be gone.

“Please, darling,” I begged, not realizing the endearmentI’d just called him. “More,” I pleaded, wanting him to send me over the edge ofthe cliff straight into the unknown.

“You will come for me, Alana. Show me how my touch makes youburn.” His eyes traced my body up and down until he did something I would havenever expected.

He looped his free hand into the fabric of my panties andyanked them tight against my sex, the silky fabric sliding beautiful againstthat bundle of nerves.

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