Page 24 of Alexis

He watched helplessly as her hand trailed down his chest, drifting over his abs to stroke a single finger down his length.

Then her hair tickled his skin as she gently kissed his chest and belly, as he had done to her.

There was something so sweet in her imitation.

He had been handled by women with so much more experience. But Alexis’s sweet exploration was sexier than anything that had come before.

He held his breath as she licked his abs, her hands locking around his hips.

“Alexis, you don’t have to,” he began.

The words died in his throat as he felt her impossibly sweet, warm lips anoint the tip of him.

Pleasure rushed into his senses, and he felt his whole organ go almost painfully rigid, throbbing against her lips as she kissed down his length and back up again with maddening slowness.

“Alexis,” he groaned.

But she was licking him now, swirling her tongue and sucking lightly as she explored him, sending him too close to the edge.

“Stop,” he whispered, catching her face in his hands.

“Are you ready now?” she asked.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and he almost fell apart just looking at her.

“You can try if you want,” he heard himself tell her. “Climb on top of me and see.”

She took his hands and straddled his hips. She was tiny, but so flexible.

He gasped when she took him in her hands and slid him against the heaven of her pulsing sex.

She hissed in a breath as the tip of him touched her little gem.

Locking his hands on her hips, he prayed to any power that would listen for the strength not to thrust.

Her hand tightened, holding him in place as she tried to lower herself onto him.

But it was a tight fit, and her thighs were trembling.

He reached up and toyed with her a little, so that she quivered against the tip of him.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, working herself against him in despair.

The sight of her, hair tousled, swollen lips, stiff little nipples, was too much for him.

He roared in surrender and flipped them over, so that she was pinned beneath him.

“Alexis, is this really what you want?” he asked her, his voice tight with need.

“Yes,” she murmured, gazing up at him with so much trust it nearly gutted him.

He cupped her cheek in one hand and used the other to guide himself firmly against her.

She gasped in a breath.

“This will hurt a little,” he warned her. “But then I’ll make you feel so good.”

She blinked her assent.

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