Scrooge

32. Alexander

32

ALEXANDER

T his is the second time she has fallen to her knees in front of me, and I wonder if life can get any better than this. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m fucking hard as a rock, because she is so beautiful, because we are in the shower naked, or because she is usually so sassy that I can’t imagine her on her knees for anyone else. It’s a powerful position, making me feel like a king, yet giving her entire ownership of my body. It’s hers to take, and she is.

“I love seeing you on your knees,” I tell her honestly, my palms still flat on the tiles above her as I stare down, my head hanging between my arms. I came up to the bedroom to see her and talk about the paperwork I found, but seeing her naked, in the shower, water running down her body, dripping from her breasts, I salivate even now thinking about the visual.

“I don’t get on my knees for just anyone… Only you,” she teases before she leans forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock, pouting around it like she is sucking on a popsicle. I lean my head against my bicep and watch. I’m transfixed by the scene playing out in front of me as I edge into her open mouth. The glass of the shower is now fully coated in steam, the hot water hitting my back and unwinding my tense muscles.

“Shit, Sunflower …” I grit out as she looks up at me, wide-eyed, taking me down her throat. This is not going to last long. When I hit the back of her throat, she pulls back, smiling as she licks around my tip, lips supple and wet.

“You're big…” she says on an exhale before she does the move again, swirling her tongue around the underside of my length and taking me right to the back of her throat once again.

Bobbing up and down, she moans around me again, and my hands white knuckle on the tiles. Tingles scatter down my spine, balls tightening, my release coming on fast as she keeps going. It’s like a freight train, and I’m not sure why because we had sex multiple times last night at the penthouse, so it’s not like I’m pent-up. Yet here I am again, totally losing myself to this woman, inch by fucking inch, in and out of her sassy mouth.

Her hands run up the back of my thighs, before landing on my ass, where her nails dig in, pulling me deeper.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her. “I’m going to come down your pretty little throat…” I start to move my hips, pushing in and out of her mouth faster, her taking everything I give, and then still wanting more. But I don’t want this to be over so quickly. Removing myself from her mouth, I grab her waist, lifting her from the floor and straight in the air, her legs circling my hips.

“Alex!” she screams in delighted surprise as I step us out of the shower, my lips already on her wet body.

“I need to taste you.” I speak against her neck, dragging my lips up to her ear and nibbling there. She squeals as I throw her onto the bed, the two of us dripping, but I don’t care. The fact that we couldn’t care less about the wet sheets only adds to the sensuality of this moment. Kissing up her legs, I slowly make my way to her center.

I’m loving getting to touch every inch of her like this. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, both fully clothed and naked. Inside and out. No one else can hold a candle to her. Not even a wick.

“Alex, pleaseeee,” she moans, as I massage up her thighs and hips, my kisses more purposeful the closer they get to where she wants me. “I need your mouth,” Leaning back, her body relaxes, just barely, writhing and releasing more soft moans with every touch.

“Moaning already, Sunflower?” I tease, knowing by the way she is wriggling that her orgasm is not far away. My lips hit her upper thigh, and her breathing becomes more rapid. I continue to take my time, kissing her wet skin, before I finally decide to give in and lower my mouth to her clit. At the brief first pulse of my lips and flick of my tongue, her back arches instantly, legs falling farther apart, and I settle myself between them.

“Oh God, you are so good at that…” she murmurs, and I smirk, swirling my tongue over her clit in a constant rhythm I’ve learned sets her off.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I rasp against her core before I push her legs even wider, exploring her more thoroughly as I suck and lick her from opening to clit.

“Yes, Alex… oh God…” she whispers, making my cock thicken even more, my hips moving against the bed, needing my own friction.

I feel the bed move as she sits up on her elbows, and her hand lands on the back of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp.

When I groan, turned on by how she’s taking control, her hips moving against my face.

“Yes,” she whimpers and grinds, holding me captive to tasting her. “Oh God, Alex.”

I am totally consumed. By her, by this. It all feels so… right .

“Stop,” she says suddenly, and I pull back, looking up at her with concern.

“I want us to come together,” she says, and I grin, my lips grazing her skin as I kiss my way up her body, tracing more of her curves with my tongue.

“I want that too, Sunflower,” I tell her, circling her nipple with my tongue. She loved the attention I gave them last night, so I enjoy feeling it pebble before I circle it again and suck it into my mouth. “Your breasts are perfect, just like the rest of you.”

“Oh, Alex… that feels so good,” she moans, before she pulls me up to her face, kissing me with passion and desperation. It’s a kiss that makes me feel like I mean the world to her, and I kiss her back with just as much vigor.

The words “I love you” tingle like pins and needles on my lips as my tongue languishes against hers. We are lost, the two of us. Naked, wet, entwined with each other. The house could be burgled right now and neither of us would notice or even care. It’s like when we are together, nothing else matters. That’s how I know this is different. She is different. Kissing down her jaw, to her neck, and back again, she does the same, sucking the skin on my neck, leaving little love bites of her own.

Smoothing my hand up her thigh, her knee bends as I cup it and lift it up, positioning myself at her entrance. She moves her hips at the same time, taking me into her warm, slick center.

“Shit. You feel too damn good.” Sinking fully into her, it feels like I’m coming home.

“You do too. So, soooo good,” she breathes out, the two of us taking our time as we meet thrust for thrust, wanting this to last. Pulling back, I look in her eyes, and she cups my face in her hands.

“Haylee…” I say her name again, lost in the feeling of her as we stare at each other, this moment so intense, it has my muscles shuddering from overwhelming pleasure. Her body starts to quiver, in tune with mine, and I know she is close.

“I… oh… Oh, God… Alex…” she pants, her mouth opening on a silent scream as I feel her walls clench around me, the sensation enough to put me over the edge.

“Sunflower,” I groan gutturally, our eyes never wavering from each other’s as we come together, and it is then I realize… This woman has my heart firmly in her hands, and I am addicted to her.

Her smile. Her touch. Her moans. Her curves. The way she knows just what to do or say to help me. There’s no turning back for me. I trust this woman, and I want her by my side.

I don’t have to ask her about the paperwork; I already know she doesn't know anything about it. I would bet my life on it.

But her father does, and that is something I need to get to the bottom of.