Page 47 of Sensuous

I spin in his hold and look up at him in utter shock. “Does he ever rest? How can you be hard after all we did?”

With a devilish smile, he answers, “What can I say? He loves being inside you.”

We’ve done everything but swing from the light fixture above his bed and me going down on him, so I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him on the lips and whisper against them, “Let’s see how he likes this.”

“If it’s something to do with you, trust me, he’s going to love it.”

I slowly lower myself to the shower floor, crouching in front of him as he stands looking down at me with eyes full of anticipation. Running my hands over his thighs, I can’t help but notice how gorgeous his legs are.

“You’ve got great legs,” I say, tilting my head back to let the water wet my hair.

“You do too. I’m thinking it’s a chef thing. All that hustling back and forth in the kitchen.”

I think that’s one of the best things about Alex. Now that I’ve seen the real him, I can honestly say he’s completely ego-free. He takes compliments for what they are and gives them freely.

I’ve never met a man like him before. Either they’re insecure or they’re egomaniacal. Not him, though. I love that.

His cock stands at attention, pressing against his abs and a tattoo of some kind of bird that takes up half the width of his stomach with its outstretched black wings. As I wrap my hand around the base, I ask, “What’s the tattoo of?”

My question surprises him, and he laughs, shaking his head. “That’s a strange question to ask right before you start sucking my cock. Which one? I’ve got a lot.”

I roll my eyes and smile. “The one right where the head is hitting. You’ve told me about all the others but this one.”

Alex looks down like he isn’t sure what I mean and shrugs. “Oh, that’s a raven.”

While I begin to stroke up and down his shaft, I ask, “Any reason why you tattooed that right where your cock hits when you’re hard?”

“Do you think a different bird would be better? Maybe a peacock?” he jokes.

That calls for another eyeroll. “No, silly. I was just curious.”

As he begins to answer why he chose a raven for that very spot on his body, I take his cock into my mouth and gently suck the head. Whatever he was saying a second before suddenly fades away, and I look up to see his gaze utterly fixed on what I’m doing.

“Christ, you look so fucking beautiful like that. Take it all, baby.”

I’m not sure I can since he’s a pretty good length and width, but I do my best and leave my hand gripping the base as a little security just in case he thrusts his hips and sends his cock toward the back of my throat. He tastes sweet, likely a result of all that whipped cream, honey, and cherries from before. I like the flavor mixed with a hint of saltiness that’s natural to him. It’s sensual and earthy, very much like Alex.

I close my eyes as I focus on flicking my tongue along the underside of his shaft, but above me, he says in a low voice, “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

It’s a command I might chafe against with anyone else, but he sounds so sexy right now that I do as he orders. His eyes meet mine, and he slowly pushes his hips forward so his cock fills my mouth.

“That’s it. I want to watch you watching me,” he says low and deep, licking his lips to punctuate his words.

Hot water pours down over my head and face as I bob up and down on his cock, loving how sensual he looks watching me. I suck harder when I come back up to the top, and he moans in a way that sounds almost animalistic.

Alex March is pure sex through and through, and at this moment as I suck his cock, I can’t get enough of this man.

He slides his hand over the top of my head and tightens his fingers in my hair as he says, “I want this to last a little longer than my body has planned, so I’m going to set the pace, okay?”

I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter, but I don’t care, so I nod my agreement. He immediately slows me down and stops his thrusting until each time I take him into my mouth becomes a languid exploration of this part of his body.

Steam begins to surround us, and when I look up at him now, he looks like something from a dream. He’s still as gorgeous as always, but his expression is far more intense than usual.

He lets me move my head back so he pops out of my mouth, and I ask, “Is anything wrong?”

With a smile, he shakes his head. “Not a thing. Why?”

“You looked different there.”

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