Sweat gathered along my spine as I lost myself in our combined pleasure, it blooming with every lust-filled thrust of my hips. Even in the harried, desperate way I rocked, there lay a tenderness, a devotion. Sex had always been done to me, for others. With Alexander, it felt like a mutual act of worship. While he guided me, we equally craved to make one another fall. To hear the other gasp and moan, cuss and crave.
‘That’s it. Just like that,’ Alexander crooned. I tangled my hands in his hair, tugging until his lips found mine, tasting every breathy sigh and deep, tantalising moan. ‘Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up.’
Tendrils of pleasure filled me, every nerve ending vibrating with desperation. His fingers quickened against my throbbing clit, dragging a desperate cry from me.
I panted his name with each stroke, my body quaking in his hands.
‘Such a good fucking girl. You want to come for me, don’t you? Strangle my dick with your pretty little cunt?’
‘Yes,’ I whimpered, enjoying the stretch that each jut of my hips rewarded me with.
‘Give in, baby. Come for me.’ It’s like his words tore my orgasm from my core in a hasty demand. Pleasure exploded behind my eyes, sending me reeling in Alexander’s arms. ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you. There you go. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.’
My grinding slowed under the onslaught of my orgasm. He grabbed my hips in both hands, manhandling me forward and back, riding me through each trembling wave.
‘Oh god,’ he groaned, his lips pressing to my neck, hot and needy. Tensing below me, he came with a ferocity, his fingers digging deeply into my flesh. He held me firm, fucking his cum up into me. ‘Take it all, baby girl. All for you.’
Hot lips found mine, swallowing down my moans as Alexander continued to thrust into me with long, languid strokes. The softness of his kiss seemed to gather up my scattered senses, bringing them back together with each tender sweep of his tongue.
‘Was I okay?’ I asked. Doubts creeping in. Did I pale in comparison to his previous lovers?
‘You were everything I ever dreamt of. Perfection.’
I shivered as he kissed his way down my throat, each drag of his lips making my skin tingle.
‘Seriously, Frankie. You’re amazing. I’m so proud of you.’
‘For having sex?’
‘No, forenjoyingsex. It takes a lot to let go, especially with someone you haven’t known for long.’
Helping me to my feet, he steadied me as the boat rocked. His cock glinted in the moonlight, soaked with the combined evidence of our session.
‘Oh,’ I muttered, looking down and pulling my dress aside. Hot cum spilled down my thigh. ‘I’ve never...’
‘Shhh, baby. It’s okay.’ Alex scooped up the cum with his fingers, gently pressing it back inside me. I steadied myself against his shoulders, the tender motion making my knees weaken. ‘This is yours. It all belongs in here.’
When he planted a kiss on my sticky thigh, I smiled. Blanked beneath a glittering canopy of stars, something deep inside me shifted.
And it wasn’t just his fingers.
SIXTEEN
ALEXANDER
‘The light is so much better over here,’ I said.
‘Good,’ Francesca laughed. ‘Because that dresser was a pain to move.’
While I’d tried to do my best to look unfazed, she wasn’t lying. The ancient dresser had put up a good fight. But what my girl wanted, I’d get for her.
The window light gave the perfect look she was going for. We’d laid in bed, in between sweaty, steamy sessions, and studied profile after profile, Francesca poring over each detail while I salivated over the glossy, sticky, colourful treats.
Naturally, I’d made far too many jokes about making her leak cream or kneading her.
‘Okay, so we need a closeup as I mix in the cherries, maybe a slow motion shot?’ Francesca may defer to me in the bedroom, but the kitchen was wholly her domain. Anywhere within fifteen metres of the oven; her word was the law.
The cherry mixture gave a wet slop as she stirred, glistening perfectly in the soft window light. Focusing on the screen behind the camera became more difficult by the moment. Francesca glowed, her cheeks delightfully pink, her smile full.