Page 29 of Under His Touch

“Yes,” I moan, and lift my gaze to the sky, not able to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me. He takes his fingers from my pussy, and I groan, but when he pushes his tongue in and slides his hands around my backside, massaging my cheeks and spreading them, a new kind of need takes hold.

Is he going to...

He touches my back opening, rolling his finger around the rim, and dipping in slightly, and the sensations are so foreign and so delicious, my entire body pulses. What the hell? With his tongue inside me, his finger gently probing my backside, I buck forward and grind my clit on his face. His growl of approval reaches my ears, thrills me, and a second later a gasp crawls out of my throat, and I grip the hood of the vehicle as a powerful orgasm tears through me, stealing my ability to breathe as well as to stand. As my hot release drips down my thighs, my legs weaken, and Alec pulls me in.

His eyes are dark, intense, but there is a small smile playing on his gorgeous face. He likes playing with me, likes trying new dirty things to gauge my reactions. Well, if that orgasm didn’t tell him I liked it a little filthy, nothing would. And who knew? Surely not me. My sex has always been vanilla. How could I ever go back to boring missionary after this?

I’m about to fall back onto my seat when he pops the button on his chinos, and pulls out his cock. My mouth waters as I take in his huge thickness, and before I can even think about what I’m doing, I straddle his lap, and sink down until every inch of him is buried deep in my body.

“Alec,” I cry out, and press my mouth to his, taste myself on his tongue.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs into my mouth. He cups my breasts through my blouse, and brushes his thumbs over my aching nipples. I arch into him, and his big fingers fumble with the buttons. “I want to rip this off you,” he growls. While I want that, too, I don’t want to be caught exiting the vehicle with my clothes torn apart. He finally gets the buttons opened, and unhooks my bra from the back. I shrug out of it and as I move up and down, slide his cock in and out of me, he clamps down on one nipple and I go perfectly still.

“So good,” I moan, and as he sucks on me, his other hand massages my breast. He growls and my sex muscles ripple around his pulsing cock. I want to feel him. That’s when some small working brain cell reminds me I jumped on his cock without a condom.

“Alec,” I say, a hint of panic in my voice. There is more than pregnancy to consider here. “Protection.”

My nipple pops from his mouth, and he curses. Before I can think better of it, even though there is a part of my lust-induced brain warning this is a bad idea, I cup his face, and say, “I’m clean and I’m on the Pill.”

He exhales, almost painfully. “I’m clean, too, Megs. I always use a condom. I promise.”

“I trust you,” I say, shocking myself with that admission. He might be a lot of things but the Alec I knew and loved would never do anything to hurt me.

“I don’t want to stop,” he says, his cock still buried deep inside me. “I want to fill you with my cum.”

“I want that, too,” I say, even though I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I want to do something special with him, something I’ve never done with another man. Or maybe it’s because I want a part of him in me, a reminder of this night when I watch him walk down the aisle with another woman.

“Good,” he growls.

“Then we can do this?”

He grips my hips, lifts me up and then pulls me back down again. Heat and need roll through me. “Yeah, we can fucking do this.”

I gasp and press my forehead to his. We breathe together as he repeats the movement, and lifts his hips to power into me. My hands go to his shoulders, palm his muscles through his sweater.

“You are so overdressed,” I say, almost giddily as he takes me higher and higher.

“I’ll get naked for you later,” he says, and shifts me to take my other nipple into his mouth.

Later, yes. Later I can spend time with my mouth on his body, his beautiful cock. Wait, no, there can’t be a later. Later I’ll be stronger. Later I’ll somehow find the willpower to stop this from happening. I lift my arms, brace them on the roof, as he licks, nibbles and sucks on my turgid nipples, each slide of his tongue so beautiful and artful, I feel the pull deep between my legs.

“I’m so close, Megs,” he says, and pulls me to him, his arms wrapped tight around my body, his mouth buried in my neck.

“I feel you. You’re throbbing.” I moan, lift high and when I sink back down, I come all over his cock.

“Jesus, you’re so hot.”

His teeth scrape the tender flesh of my shoulder as he powers into me and goes completely still as he finds his release. I hold my breath, concentrate on each pulse, as well as the sensations he rouses deep inside me.

When he finishes, I suck in a gasping breath and he cups my face. “Breathe, Megs. Breathe with me.” I gulp and he inhales, and I follow his lead for a few minutes until I’m no longer panting.

Catching me by surprise, he brings my mouth to his for the softest, sweetest kiss. The tenderness in his lips wraps around my heart and squeezes. Damn, that is not good.

“I see you have a thing for rippi

ng panties,” I say, trying to make light of this.

He chuckles. “Just yours.”

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