Page 56 of Never Tell Lies

“Please,” I whispered. I needed him inside me. I needed that connection.

“Soon. I want one more orgasm out of you.” Another one? I didn’t think I could. “Don’t be self-conscious, just let it go.”

“What do you mean?” Hadn’t I come hard enough the last time? How could I let it go even more? He answered me by showing me exactly what he meant.

With his body still flush to mine, holding me close in his embrace, he began to pump his fingers in an entirely new way. He held my gaze as he manipulated me with his hand, gauging my reaction like I was a science experiment. The sensation was new, a different kind of pressure that I wasn’t sure that I…oh. I stared up at him in shocked wonder.

“There it is,” he whispered. The pressure was intense and right at my core. I had the strangest sensation, an overwhelming feeling of explosion. He pinned my right leg down with his body but my other was free and I closed it, trapping his hand from moving any more. I couldn’t help it, the pressure was just too much.

“Open,” he commanded, but I shook my head. I didn’t know what he was doing to me but it was freaking me out. “Lola, look at me. Wrap your arms under your knees and hold your legs open. Don’t let go, do you understand?” I looked up at him, feeling safe despite the overwhelming newness. I did as he asked, hooking my arms behind my knees.

His fingers resumed their fucking of me, and with my body immobilised I had nothing to do but moan and whimper in desperation. What was happening to my body? This felt like an entirely new brand of orgasm.

“That’s it, Lola. Give it up,” he growled as he pumped harder.

“Alfie!” I cried and suddenly I exploded against his hand. Fluid rushed out of me in a spray as I cried out, watching my body do something it had never done before. He continued his fucking until the spray stopped and then rubbed my hypersensitive clitoris until it began again and I was wriggling desperately for it to stop. Only then did he ease off.

My body jerked and shivered against him in shock. My mind couldn’t process what had just happened. He’d manipulated my body into doing something I didn’t even know it could do. I knew that some women could do that, but I never had. He knew my body better than I did.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as I came down from the mind bending orgasm.

“Well done, sweetheart. I wasn’t sure you’d do that for me.”

“You could have warned me,” I panted. He gave a low chuckle and kissed me again. His strong hand came up to gently massage my breast.

“Now?” I whispered. My orgasms had worn me out but I knew it wasn’t over. He gave me a small smile.

“Now.” He lifted me up into his strong arms and I wrapped my own around his neck, accompanied by the sound of my heels falling to the floor as I kicked them off my feet.

I planted soft kisses along his skin and didn’t miss the hitch in his breath. He crossed the wide expanse of the room to the stairs. He mounted them quickly, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all. I paid no attention to his direction but heard him kick a door open, and then I was deposited on the softest bed I’d ever been in, the sheets a dreamy white. The room was vast andbeautiful, the right wall lined with floor-to-ceiling windows with thick cream drapes. Before them lay a cream chaise-lounge.

Alfie left the lights out but moonlight streamed in, reflecting off his skin as he loomed over me. I stretched my body out along the width of the bed, easing my aching muscles. Alfie bent over me, kissed each of my breasts, and then left my body.

He took a seat on the chaise-lounge, his gaze lingering on my prone form. I watched with curiosity as he undid his shoes and placed them neatly together. His socks went next and he folded them, placing them next to his shoes. I wanted to crack open his brain and find out what made him tick that way but that would have to wait.

He stood and stalked towards me, unbuckling his belt. The act of him undressing was intensely erotic, watching him reveal himself a piece at a time. His trousers dropped and he left them behind, coming to stand at the edge of the bed between my feet. I rose up onto my elbows to better see. His thighs were strong and toned as I’d known they would be.

“Open,” he commanded softly and I complied, finding it easier and less daunting than before. I opened my legs for him and he drank in the sight of me, splayed and naked on his bed. He pushed his boxers down and my eyes widened when I finally saw in the flesh what I’d only seen as a bulge in his trousers before. Now I understood perfectly why he’d taken the time to open me up and I was grateful as hell for it.

“I’ll fit,” he said, reading my thoughts. He took my ankle delicately and brought it up to his mouth to be kissed. “I’ll go slow,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop, but I will fit, O’Connell. Your body’s ready for me.” I got wetter at his words and writhed on the bed, my body more than ready. He moved to the bedside cabinet and opened a drawer, producing a condom.

“Don’t, please.” I put my hand on his arm. Even though it was reckless, I didn’t want anything between us. I’d already given up my body to him for tonight and I knew I could trust him with it. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. If you tell me you’re clean too then I trust you.” He paused, eyeing me carefully.

“I am.” His grey gaze glinted in the moonlight. I rose up onto my knees to look at him closer. Something was wrong. There was a concern behind his eyes he wasn’t letting me see. He stiffened but didn’t fight me as I leaned in and kissed him gently like before. I felt a power surge through him as if a decision had been made and he was putting it into action. I heard the unwanted condom fall to the floor and, with a low growl, he rolled me back onto the bed.

He rested his full weight on me and it was delicious. It felt decadent, our naked bodies touching, wrapped in each other for the first time. My fingertips travelled the planes of his back, the strong muscles of his shoulders, his arms. I allowed his mouth to devour mine, to claim it for himself. I gasped a breath as he pulled back. He gazed down at me for the longest moment, his eyes fogged with lust, asking a silent question. The gravity of him waiting wasn’t lost on me. He didn’t just push in. He waited for me even though I could see how desperately he wanted to bury himself inside me.

This was it. For the first time, the precipice didn’t frighten me. I gave him a small nod and slowly, our eyes locked on one another, he eased himself inside me.

My grip on his biceps tightened as I felt the stretch, that delicious pinch. It hurt. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I didn’t want him to see the pain but he noticed it anyway, the way he noticed everything.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice trembled with barely contained desire. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he’d given to me. I shook my head andwrapped my legs around him, encouraging him to move. He did, in short, shallow strokes that soon had the pain easing away.

“Can you take more?” he whispered and I stared up at him.More?I reached between us to where our bodies met and felt with shock that he still had inches to go.

“Do it.” Halfway just wasn’t enough, it was never going to be. For the first time tonight, he didn’t argue. He plunged himself inside me with a groan and this time I did scream. He held himself still, buried as deep as he could go, giving me time to adjust.

“Christ.” His hands fisted in the white sheets either side of my head and I held onto him tightly. I couldn’t imagine what it was taking for him to go at my pace like this, but I was grateful to him. He would have torn me apart otherwise.

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