Page 22 of Almost Him

He blinks at me, his brow dipping slightly. “What are you asking me?”

God, this is awkward, but he’s the one I want. Seeing him tonight only solidified that. Standing here now, he looks ridiculously sexy. Some switch has flipped inside of me and everything about him seems to shine in a new way. The way his eyes burn into mine throws bursts of sensation through my body. The scent of him, the stubble on his jaw, the way his shirt hugs his shoulders. Fascinating. And hot as hell.

“Be my first. Fuck me, Alden. I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

If he turns me down, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover. For so long, I’ve taken the bits of him I could get. And I’m not too young to realize no woman may ever get all of him. That’s just how some men are. He’s the only one I want this moment with. If I let anyone else be first, I’d only be picturing him.

When I can’t stand the tension anymore and drop my head, he quickly lifts my chin until we’re eye to eye again. “Anyone else was never an option. I held your hand first. I kissed you first. Did you really think I’d let someone else fuck you first?”

My heart tries to beat its way up my throat. “Tonight. Now, please,” I utter, and a wicked smile bursts across his face.

“Christ, Ella, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” He slams his lips to mine and the tiny rough moan that rumbles his throat has me instantly wet. After kissing me until my head is spinning, he turns me around and pulls my back to his chest. A soft, sucking kiss lands on the side of my neck, and I tilt my head automatically. God, his mouth. It’s always gotten me worked up quickly. Tonight, it won’t stop at kissing my neck.

His arms encircle me, and he slides his hands up my tank top. His lips and tongue continue turning me to mush while his fingers catch my nipple, sending streaks of pleasure through me that draw a gasp from my throat.

His other hand slowly travels down my chest to my stomach. He unfastens my jeans and slips his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. Oh wow, this is happening. He’s crossed the line he’s stopped at so many times before.

One finger brushes over my clit. My breath comes out in a stutter, and I reach up to grab onto his neck, my other hand landing on the side of his thigh, steadying myself.

“Has anyone touched you like this? Or were you waiting for my fingers inside you?”

All I can focus on is the feel of his fingertip gently circling. My answer is honest. “Yours. I was waiting for yours.”

He nips at my ear before letting his lips brush it while he replies, “You’re going to get a lot more than my fingers, Ella.” He withdraws his hand and before I can protest, I’m lifted off my feet. He carries me swiftly to a door at the rear of the garage and flings it open to reveal an office. Despite being a hundred percent on board with the idea of being bent over a desk or pinned against a wall, I’m glad to see a large couch. As much as I want this, I’m still nervous. It’s going to hurt.

He starts kissing me again once he places me on my feet and all fear fades to the background. We undress each other, our hands exploring all the while, until I’m completely naked. Before he can take off his boxer briefs, I reach to brush my palm over the bulge. It’s already large and growing rapidly.

He drops his underwear. My god, that’s supposed to go inside of me?

When I manage to drag my gaze back to his face, amusement shows in the twitch of his lips, but his voice is soft. “Are you afraid?”

“A little.”

His hand trails down my side. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” He watches me reach out, and his eyes close briefly when I run my fingers over his cock. The softness of the skin is surprising. Soft and hard. Like him.

The tiny jerk of his body when I wrap my hand around it is almost as satisfying as the long breath he blows out. He only lets me get a few strokes before he backs me up to the couch and commands, “Lie down.”

Once I obey, he kneels between my legs. My face heats up when he grabs my ankle and hooks my leg over the back of the couch. I’ve never been so exposed. Instinctively, I try to bring my other leg closer, but he catches it, and the wicked grin returns to his face. “I’ve wanted to taste you for too fucking long. Now lie back so I can make you come.”

His words barely register before his face is between my legs. Any embarrassment is forgotten. Nothing I’ve ever read or seen about this prepared me for the overwhelming sensation of his warm tongue licking my clit. When he slides a finger inside me, slowly working it in and out, I cry out, my hips lifting off the couch.

I can feel it building, and I’m getting close when he adds a second finger. The slight pinch of being stretched makes me tense up for a second, but he doesn’t falter. Instead, he plants his lips around my clit and begins to softly suck.

His name explodes from my mouth. I claw at the cushions, holding on like I might fall off the edge of the universe while my body pulses for what feels like forever.

He kisses my thigh then sits up.

My body and mind are still buzzing from my first non self-induced orgasm, but nerves start to rattle when he grabs the condom and rolls it on.

He drapes his body over mine and his weight is comforting. I’m safe with him. Always have been. His kisses and caresses calm my nerves and light a fire inside me again.

“Are you sure, Ella?” he asks, his tip resting at my entrance.

“Yes.” My whisper of consent is all the convincing he requires. My hands jump to his back, holding on for dear life when he slowly begins pushing inside me.

Oh. That feels like way more than two fingers. My wetness grows while he works his cock in and out, letting me adjust to each additional inch.

He pauses and intense eyes stare into mine. “Are you okay?”

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