Page 88 of Eight Steps to Alpha

She bit her lip, eyeing him playfully, “Is that so?” But her words halted in her throat, because the way he watched her took her breath away. She’d never been looked at like this before. Like each movement, every inch of her body, was being burned into his mind forever. His actions were slow, deliberate, as though he’d planned out every detail. When her bra was gone entirely, he took his time scanning her body, and her skin pebbled everywhere his eyes touched. But she had no desire to shield herself from him any longer. She liked the way he looked at her. The way his pupils dilated and his jaw grew tight.

“You’re beautiful,” he said in a deep husky whisper.

She flattened her hands on his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her palms, and began moving her hips against his stomach. Her panties were still on, but the friction felt so good, she couldn’t help but do it again. Slowly at first, one rock forward, one back, but soon his hands were at her hips, twisting the fabric of her panties as he pushed and pulled her.

She knew if she shifted only a couple of inches lower, he would be there. Hard and ready for her. She reached for the edge of her panties, determined to have him finally inside her, but his hands were there, flatting on top of hers.

“That’s my job,” he said again, causing an electric shock to pulse between her thighs.

Her legs began to tremble, and she knew she was on the verge of orgasm. “Then do it already!” she yelled, but her head dipped down, causing a curtain of hair to cascade around them.

A mixture of panic, excitement, and pent up desire began to whirl in her belly. She placed her hands once again on his chest, trying to push herself closer to him, arching her back in attempt for more friction.

She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, could sense herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Then his fingers were there, between their joined bodies and everything started to pulse. At first, she tried to push him away, knowing they would send her over the edge, but his fingers were like magic. Adding the perfect amount of friction, the prefect amount of pressure, and her body shattered into a million pieces.

Completely at his will, her body surrendered. Sending sparks of electricity down each limb until everything within her began to shake. She collapsed on top of him, pulling in ragged, panting breathes. “Why,” she whispered against his chest. “Why did you do that?”

He pulled her into his chest, rolled with her until she lay flat on her back. His body on hers, grounding her, making her feel whole. “Because I didn’t want to miss seeing it.”

Her heart flipped with his words, and she began playing with a lock of his hair with her fingers. “Seeing what?” But her words came out inaudible, because the way he was looking at her, the way she felt right now, made it impossible to speak.

There was something about him, the way he memorized every detail of their time together, that made her think that maybe…

He rose up to his knees, his eyes burning hot over her entire body. “The way you move, the way you moan, the way your eyes flutter when you’re soclose.”

Her mouth parted, unsure how to respond, but then his fingers brushed over her lips, causing her mind to go completely blank as she caught the scent of herself on his skin. She wanted him again. Over and over again, she wanted him.

His hands began a slow decent down her face, trailing a path down her chin, her neck, her collarbone. She forced herself to stay completely still, completely silent, not wanting the sweet exploration to end.

His finger continued down her chest, her stomach, until both of her hands were on her body, cupping her breast, kneading them, molding them. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, causing a surge of pleasure to pulse through her core again.

Looking up into his eyes, she found a sea of passion. His jaw flexed, but his eyes never shifted from hers as his hands continued with their decent down her body. His fingers then slipped under the delicate sides of her panties, and she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down her legs. He discarded the fabric to the ground, opened the drawer to grab a condom, and she watched as he rolled it down his length, marveling at how beautiful he was.

Soon his body was on top of hers again, his length teasing at the juncture of her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Part of me wants to play with you forever,” he whispered to her. “But the other part knows my body can’t take it. I need to be inside you.”

His chest covered hers, weighing her down, and she knew she needed him too. She arched her back, letting him know she was ready, and his lips crashed down to hers, silencing her with his mouth, stealing her cry at the exact moment he thrust deep inside her body. He lifted up to his elbows, suspending some of his weight, and looking into her eyes. His cock was buried deep, his mouth above hers, sharing the same breathes, but he didn’t move. They both only stayed just like that a moment, as she tried to get used to him. The pleasure, the size, the pain. But he touched a place in her that had never been touched before…a delicious bundle of nerves that made her whole-body tremble.

Elliot lifted his chest higher, just enough so he could look into her face. He must have liked what he saw, because a sweet smile turned the corner of his mouth, and he started kissing her again. This time soft and sweet, kissing her face, her eyelids, her cheeks.

It was both soft, yet passionate. Urgent, yet slow. She wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing his erection to sink even deeper inside of her.

Soon, she began to move her hips, unable to keep still any longer. She needed him to move, to thrust, to bring her to ecstasy again. He groaned deep in his throat, buried his head in her neck, and began to rock into her. Hips pinning her to the mattresses before he slowly pulled out again, almost leaving her completely, and then sinking deep within her once more. He grabbed both of her hands, lacing them around his neck as his thrust became stronger. “Hold on to me. Don’t let go, Fe. Don’t let go.”

Tension built inside her belly as he moved faster and faster. She arched her back, taking every part of him she could. His mouth trailed kisses along her chin, her jaw, until his mouth settled on her ear. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I need you.”

Her hands began to trail up and down his body, fisting in his hair, his back, anything she could hold onto. Then his fingers slipped between their joined bodies again, his thumb and finger adding pressure at her core. “Elliot!” she cried out. “Elliot!”

His body collapsed on top of hers in the exact moment her own body exploded. “Oh God!” she yelled. “Oh God!”

He stayed like that for a long minute, pulse after pulse rushing over her body, and she took on his full weight. All of him, willingly, and it felt wonderful. Finally, and with much effort, he rolled to the side and discarded the condom to the trash.

He quickly pulled her in close again, tucking her body into the crook of his neck, grasping in breathes of air. He was squeezing her so tight, she felt as if her bones might crack from the pressure of it, but she didn’t want it to stop.

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