His smile spread, becoming the beautiful one from before. ‘Literally couldn’t think of a better time. That mean you’re getting up here?’
Alex had always been unnaturally talented with his tongue, but the angle change when he pressed his fingers into her thighs and pulled her fully onto him was heavenly. She was going to hide his razor next time she found herself near his bathroom, because the scrape of his stubble heightened each sensation until it was just the right side of unbearable. Then there was the way he whimpered when she accidentally squeezed her legs closer to his head. And when she tried to reverse course andrestore his breathing room, his hand shifted to hold her leg in place. It was a heady, electrifying feeling, to be reminded how much he wanted her. How much she affected the deity beneath her.
She came quickly, a keening cry escaping her lips, and when Alex finally released his death grip on her legs, she lifted herself shakily, crawling back until she could sit on his chest. It was awkward and clumsy, and Alex—mouth wet and eyes glassy—was looking at her like she was the unclaimed wonder of the world.
‘I have been dying to do that,’ he rasped.
Sarah smiled, bending to kiss him. ‘You know you’re keeping this, right?’ she asked, scraping her nails across the hair on his jaw.
A slight frown pulled Alex’s eyebrows together. ‘It’s messy,’ he said, after a moment.
With a twist of her hand, Sarah moved her fingers to the small furrow, smoothing the puckered skin. ‘I think the messy parts of you are my favourite.’ Even after all the times they’d had sex, this—tenderness, softness, in the middle of it all—was new. And she loved it.
‘Every part of you is my favourite.’ Alex’s hands returned to her legs, caressing the skin of her thighs. ‘I want to fu—Shit.’ The frown was back, clouding those bright, clear eyes. ‘I don’t have condoms.’
‘How do you not have condoms? You’re a fucking boy scout, Alex.’ They could do other things, she supposed, but sitting on his stomach, naked, her pulse pounding through all the placestheir skin touched, was making her increasingly desperate for him.
‘I wasn’t expecting this. You.Us.And I wasn’t exactly planning on doing this with anyone else.’
Sarah chewed on her lip. Twisted it one way, then the other. ‘I have, but they’re in my room. Zoe isalsoin my room, and unlikely to let me go without a considerable delay of chat.’ Teasing was the word, really. Sarah went quiet for a moment. She trusted him. Maybe they could— ‘Do we need one? I’m on the pill. You’re the only person I’ve been with since I tested last.’
‘I tested after our first time. It’s only been you since.’
‘A whole six weeks with just one woman? You must be in love, Aleksander.’ Even if they’d never discussed exclusivity, the possessive part of her was undeniably happy he’d been hers all along.
‘No.’ Alex shook his head, golden strands of hair tangling against the white pillow. ‘Thefirsttime. Even before it was this, you were all I wanted for months.’
All those lonely nights in a cold bed thinking about the guy she’d bagged in the bathroom… She couldn’t have imagined this would be where they’d end up.
‘Then have me.’
‘I want you on top,’ Alex said roughly. ‘And I want— I want to be bound. I know we don’t have cuffs… My tie, maybe?’
The power he gave her would be the death of her. Sitting astride him, watching his forearms flex as she fastened his bowtie around his wrists, caused a heady rush. And his eyes, soft with affection, had her heart beating ever faster when she lowered herself onto him, reaching above his head to lace thefingers of one hand through his. After so long hiding her heart from him—after hiding her feelings from herself, really—it felt strange to let go. To let him see how much being vulnerable with him meant to her. How much it meant that he did the same, when he was so guarded with the world.
The last time they’d done this, she’d taken it slow to start. But the first time he lifted his hips to meet hers, she let go, grinding hard against him.
He started struggling against his binding after her first orgasm. ‘Let me out, Princess.’
Sarah could still feel herself pulsing around him as she said, ‘You have a safe word.’
‘I don’t want to safe out. I don’t want to stop. I just need to touch you. Please.’ He sounded needy. She wanted him needier. And if he didn’t want to stop…
Sarah rolled her hips again, and Alex hissed.Good.‘I think you can wait a little longer.’
Another slow circle. This time, Alex swore. When she moved again, he said, ‘I know you don’t think you can overpower me, even when I’m like this. Let. Me. Out.’
She tortured him for a further thirty seconds before tugging on the end of the bowtie to set him free. He had them flipped in seconds, sliding back into her from behind. Stretching out over her back, he murmured in her ear, ‘I let you come once, as a courtesy. Now I’m going to make you wait, like you just made me wait to be released. Like you made me wait while you figured out I’m perfect for you.’
Anticipation shot through her body. Alex had edged her a few times, and it was always worth it, butfuck, she needed him tomove. Asking wouldn’t help though. If anything, he’d make her wait longer.
Then, sweet relief as he pulled out and thrust back in.
‘You’re so good at that,’ Sarah slurred, when he kept hitting the perfect spot deep inside her. It was a mistake.
Alex’s laugh was low and dark as he switched to shallow movements. ‘You think you’re going to compliment me into letting you come?’
She had, actually.
