Page 78 of Love You Like That (Excess All Areas 4)

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The following day, Alex gripped her chin and turned her face to his. “Stop. Moving. Your. Hands.”

He slapped her palms back to the wall of the shower, covering them with his own, and continued to thrust into her. She bit down on her lip and smiled. With nothing to distract her beyond the feel of his thick cock filling her, she placed her forehead on the white tile.

When his hand slid down her stomach to between her legs, just like she’d been trying to do earlier, her smile turned into a grin. He muttered something against her neck; she could feel his lips move in a way that was different to his kisses.

The way he played her clit like his favourite instrument made her legs shake and her breath catch in her throat.

“Oh, god,” she cried out, but then cursed as he stopped and raised his right fist to her peripheral vision and shook it.

No?

Then his hands appeared in front of her stomach. He pointed his index finger to his thumb. His index finger flat to his open palm. Pointed one index finger to the other. Then crossed his two index fingers together.

“Did you tell me you’re not god, you’re Alex?”

He didn’t reply, just bit down on the side of her neck.

Now she did laugh as Alex held her tight, and she tried to keep her balance as he sped up his strokes. His forefinger circled her clit. Water soaked them. It felt so good, so incredibly overwhelming that she came with a startled gasp so loud she felt the vibration of it as it ricocheted off the ceramic.

Alex thrust into her a few more times before she caught sight of his reflection in the shower screen, his head tipped back, hopefully groaning in pleasure. He slowed his movement, milking every drop of sensation from them both before he reached between them to grip the condom and slide out of her. He tossed the condom onto the edge of the tub, and then turned her around, kissing her deeply as he slid his hands from her waist to her hips, until his thumbs rested just on the underside of her breast where he stroked them gently.

“… more, you tell… Okay?”

“I didn’t catch what you just said.”

Alex kissed her again. “It can wait.”

When they’d finished showering and were dry in the bedroom, Zoe slipped her hearing aids in. “What did you say in the shower?”

Alex, with his towel still tied around his waist, sat down on the edge of the bed. “Come here.” He gestured for her to join him.

When she did, he tugged her down onto his lap but made sure she could see his lips clearly. “Why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t enough for you before you tried to fix it yourself?”

Oh, shit. Of course he’d see it that way. “I didn’t think about it like that. I was enjoying it. Enjoying where your hands were, gripping my hips. I didn’t think of it as you being unable to get me off. I just thought of it as audience participation.”

Alex studied her eyes and then nodded. “Fair enough. But sex with me isn’t a trip to the do-it-yourself store. Give me a chance to fix it first because I like doing that. I love getting you off, Rocky. I love the way your skin feels beneath my fingers, the way you move when you’re on the brink, love the way your breath turns all shallow. If I feel like you’re getting yourself off, I feel like I failed.”

“Why?”

“I’m just explaining what I enjoy. Now, if you were to say to me that you love fingering yourself during sex with me, we’d have a conversation about how we both get what we need without stopping the other from getting what they want. And if it’s because I’m not doing it right, just tell me or show me how you need it. But unless you can tell me that you love touching your clit when we fuck, I’m hoping you’ll let me do the touching.”

“Does that include when you aren’t around?”

His lips pressed softly to hers. “No. When I’m not there, you can do whatever you want. Ride a purple dildo to the moon every night. Chasing your own sexual agency is hot as fuck.”

Zoe sighed. “Phew. Because in those books I read, the Dom didn’t like her to have orgasms when he wasn’t around, and he didn’t like her topping.”

Alex laughed. “That word sounds so cute coming out of your mouth. You have as many orgasms as you need without me, as long as they aren’t because you aren’t getting enough from me, and they don’t include anyone else. And like your romance hero, I’m a top in the sense that, well… You need more, you just tell me so I can give it to you, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now, before the idea of topping you some more gets my dick all hard again, we need to go to Nan’s.”

Zoe flopped out of his arms onto the bed. “I think I should stay home.”

Alex stood and dropped his towel. God, she loved looking at his lean body and firm muscles. And his ink. His hair dripped onto his collar bone, and the water trickled down his chest, over his nipples, that she now knew he loved her sucking on.

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