Page 35 of Taming Mika

A smirk spreads across his lips when he catches me staring, and he shrugs out of his button-down, exposing his broad, muscular shoulders. My stomach quivers at the familiar sound of his belt buckle coming undone, and this time, he snakes it out of his belt loops before dropping it onto the bathroom tiles. He opens his pants, stripping naked before me, and my pulse flutters as I take in every last inch of his perfect body for the first time. Underneath all that high fashion and expensive fabric, Alfie is a work of art, like Atlas carved from stone and carrying the world on his shoulders. Every line of his well-defined muscles is etched into his olive skin. The soft dusting of hair on his chest narrows into a thin line that travels south of his navel, directing my eyes to his impressive and distractingly erect cock.

“Into the shower,vitale,” he commands softly, the Italian word rolling sensually off his tongue.

When I don’t obey immediately, his fingers press firmly into the flesh of my hips as he steers me past the glass wall and beneath the hot water. Goosebumps erupt across my skin at the sudden shift in temperature, and I have to admit, it feels astonishingly good as the warmth seeps into my bones. Everything feels more intense tonight—Alfie’s soft lips against mine, his arms tight and controlling around my waist, the water drumming onto my skin. It all seems to send my nerves into overdrive, every tiny detail reminding me I’m alive.

Alfie follows me into the shower, letting me have most of thewater, though he steps close enough to share its heat. As I take advantage of the liquid soap fixed to the natural stone walls, squirting a generous amount into my palm and running it over my skin, Alfie helps, kneading the suds into my flesh. His hands roam boldly over my body as his lips brush along my neck and tickle the shell of my ear. Like he won’t be satisfied until he’s explored every inch of me. Alfie massages and strokes my skin, warming me from the inside while the shower raises the temperature around me.

As the water washes away the sweat and grime of my day, Alfie’s arms snake around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. His erection presses adamantly into my tailbone, making my core tighten. Excitement pools in my belly at the memory of having him inside me. I want to feel that kind of pleasure again. Turning my head, I tip my chin to look over my shoulder at his staggeringly handsome face. Leaning in, he brushes a soft kiss across my lips.

“You have the best hair,” he murmurs, combing his fingers into it as he cradles my head and keeps my lips within reach.

I smile, an incredulous huff rushing from my lungs. “It’s always in the way.”

“Hm-mm. It’s like silk made of sunshine,” he breathes, then his lips cover mine, stealing away my will to argue as he kisses me deeply.

His hands travel slowly over the curves of my body, exploring me with interest. I groan as his fingers run down my water-slicked stomach to the peak of my thighs. When his fingertips brush across my clit, zinging pleasure crackles up my spine. My body comes to life at the single touch, and my hips roll greedily against his hard length. Reaching up behind me, I comb my fingers into his damp locks, and I stroke my tongue inside his mouth to taste him.

Did he always taste this sweet, or is it because all my senses are on overdrive?

“God, I want you,” he groans against my lips, and his fingers slip between my folds, pressing inside my hot entrance.

“Yes!” I gasp, throbbing beneath his expert touch.

Alfie’s cock twitches between my ass cheeks, and my core tightensin response. I’m still aching from our passionate encounter in the tack room earlier, but I want him so desperately it leaves me breathless. He shifts me, turning my body until my breasts press against the cool stone wall, heat coils in my stomach. His fingers never leave my pussy, circling my clit before delving inside my depths. His foot nudges the inside of mine, spreading my legs, and my heart skips a beat as I realize we’re doing this right here in the shower of my former employers’ old home. Considering I’d never even set foot in the Carvers’ house before the day Alfie bought it, I find the idea of having sex in it somehow taboo. But time and place seem to be irrelevant in Alfie’s mind—he takes what he wants, when he wants it. That makes the lingering sense of forbidden territory feel more exciting.

I gasp as his swollen tip strokes between my folds, finding my throbbing entrance. He’s not wearing a condom—I can immediately tell the difference between lubricated rubber and the silkiness of his raw head—and the realization sends a jolt through my body. I shouldn’t allow it. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and there are so many reasons I should insist he put one on. But my heart is in my throat, trapping any of my objections, and every nerve in my body hums with the need for him to keep going.

“This pussy’s mine,” Alfie murmurs against my ear, raising goosebumps along my neck. He presses inside of me at a tantalizing pace, making me feel every inch of his thick length as he enters me without protection, nothing to separate his hard cock from my hot, wet core.

It’s entirely reckless—especially when I’m not even sure I want to stay with Alfie—but it feels so much better than sex with a condom; I can’t even think straight. I just want more. Moaning, I lean my cheek against the cool shower wall as I rock back with my hips, and he slides deeper inside me. The friction of his bare skin on mine sets my body on fire, releasing tingles up and down my spine.

“Fuck, Mika,” Alfie growls, one hand firmly holding my hip as he buries himself inside me to the hilt.

I whimper, biting my lip hard as I fight the urge to cry out. It’s so sinfully pleasurable, I don’t want him to stop, even though I know I should. Slowly, he rocks inside me, his fingers continuing theirrelentless circle against my pulsing clit. The pleasure is indescribable. Every inch of me feels like a live wire, hot and electric all at once. And when his free hand slides up my belly to palm my breast, I soak up his enveloping warmth. The water trickles gently down on us, but nothing is going to put out the fire he’s lit inside me. Hands pressed against the shower wall, I rock with Alfie, absorbing his steady thrusts as they grow deeper, and more urgent.

Taking this kind of risk isn’t like me, and I know it. Nothing about my reactions to Alfie is normal, but I can’t seem to help myself. He terrifies me because of it, and yet, I’ve never felt so alive, so intensely present. The feeling is intoxicating, and if I’m not careful, I could get hooked on it. I might already be addicted to his touch. Despite how commanding and possessive he is—or maybe even because of it—I get lost in the passion, swept up by a desire unlike anything I’ve felt before. I just can’t get enough.

Tingling euphoria washes out to my fingers and toes, telling me I’m moments from release, and I’m stunned to find how quickly I reach that precarious ledge. The adrenaline lingering in my veins after the explosion has me teetering on the edge within minutes, and the thrill of having unprotected sex for the first time only heightens that sensation. “Oh god!” I gasp, my muscles tightening as that ball of tension snaps inside me—followed by an explosion of relief.

Alfie groans, his cock slamming into me, and I shudder as a thrill of fear mingles with my euphoria.

Did he come inside me?

He pauses, buried in my depths, though his fingers continue to tease my clit until I’m panting from the overwhelming force of my orgasm. I can’t stay focused through the intensity of my climax, and my mind goes blank, releasing all my fears as stars burst behind my eyelids. I grip his hard length again and again, spasming around him as my body begs him to come with me. But in the tingling aftermath of my explosive orgasm, I can tell he hasn’t yet. He’s still rock hard and so big he’s stretching my body to its limits, but judging by his muttered string of what I can only guess is Italian profanity, it’s nothard to imagine the effort it took to hold back. As the last of my powerful aftershocks subsides, Alfie pulls out of me abruptly.

I gasp from the sudden emptiness, my stomach sinking with the strangely devastating sense of loss, and I turn to face him, my lips parting to ask if something’s wrong. The blazing heat in his eyes tells me it’s the opposite, and before I can say anything, Alfie’s lips press forcefully against mine. Scooping me into his arms, he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his hips as he carries me from the shower. I kiss him with carnal hunger, vaguely noting the towel he drapes around my shoulders without setting me on the ground.

Then we’re toppling into bed together as Alfie resumes where we left off.

19

ALFIE

Mika’s skin is still glistening with water, her curly hair damp and clinging to her neck and breasts as we fall onto the bed together. Her towel tangles around us, forcing us together until I can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. She’s breathless, her full, wide, kissable lips parted slightly as she peers up at me through thick lashes. The color returned to her golden skin, easing the anxiety that’s been gnawing at my stomach. She feels warm again—hot, even—and so damn full of life I can’t keep my hands off her.

I nearly lost Mika today, and knowing that makes it impossible to let her out of my sight. It makes my need to touch her, to hold her, to claim every aspect of her that much more powerful. I couldn’t stand the thought of letting her go, even for a moment, and while I’ve never had unprotected sex before, I wasn’t about to stop what was happening in the shower to get a condom. Now that I know what it feels like to fuck Mika without one, I’m not sure I’ll ever go back. I’ve never felt anything so intimate or consuming.

My cock throbs with the memory, eager to be inside her once more. I want to claim every beautiful inch of her and make her mine. I don’t care if it takes all night. Licking and sucking my way down herthroat and chest, I take a moment to tease her nipples and cup her firm, small breasts. Mika’s long, lean, and muscular—not exceptionally curvy—but her nipples are so fucking perky they demand my attention, and I nip them playfully before rolling each between my finger and thumb.

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