Chapter 47 A Taste Of Her
Alyssa gasped at his candid declaration. How did her words always backfire? She hadn’t foreseen this turn of events at all. Her breath hitched when his hands bunched at her hips and pulled her body flush against his.
“Nicholas..” she started, but he placed a finger to her lips to quieten her, his face dipping dangerously close
“Shh! You can’t stop me from enjoying my candy now,” he said in a hoarse whisper. Alyssa could feel the spark between them, ready to burn them both. It was too intense to be ignored and before she could say another word, his thumb parted her lips expertly and he crashed his lips to hers. This time, there wasn’t any tenderness in the kiss. It was a brutal and punishing one intended to do what he had just admitted. Enjoy his candy, which was her mouth! He ravished her, devoured her, his tongue tasting every recess hungrily, yet it wasn’t enough. He needed more. Grinding his hard arousal into her, he tangled his fingers into her hair to dominate the kiss further. His intentions were quite obvious. He wouldn’t leave his candy at all this time.
A soft moan of pure pleasure escaped Alyssa’s lips, and she snaked her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, kissing him back with equal hunger. Her fingers played with his silky strands while her hips met his thrusts, following his rhythm. It was a completely instinctive action, and it made him groan for more.
His mouth released hers and traveled to her neck, biting and sucking a sensitive spot there as if she was not only his candy but his meal of the day. She could feel the heat emanating from his body through his crisp shirt and placed her palm over the hardness of his muscles. His sharp intake of breath made her immediately remove her hands, but it was too late. She had already unleashed a savage side to him who had lost all semblance of control. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his torso, and carried her to the bedroom, his mouth back at her neck. She knew the marks would be visible for days, but she was beyond care.
He deposited her slowly on the bed and lay down, hovering over her, pinning her down in case she changed her mind. “Let me please you, Alyssa. Let me touch you,” he whispered into her ear while his mouth bit the soft flesh on her neck, kissing a trail of fire down it.
“Nicholas, please,” she begged, her voice heavy with desire. They had come to a point where they knew what they wanted. There was no denying the attraction between them. It had been there since the first time they met. Nicholas wasted no more time and his fingers caught at the hemline of her top and he looked deep into her eyes, as if asking for permission. It touched Alyssa’s heart. He was such a thoughtful and caring man!
She nodded, giving him permission to do what he wanted. He took off her top at one go, exposing her breasts that were hardly contained in the lacy bra she wore. With his gaze hooked upon them, his fingers stroked them through the flimsy material, going behind her till they found the clasp at the back. Freeing them, he gently eased it out of her, his breathing hard and erratic at the sight of her creamy, voluptuous, and perky breasts.
“I can’t wait to see the rest of you,” he breathed, leaning down to take the rounded orbs into his mouth, one by one, while his fingers played with the other nipple. His mouth caused a tremendous amount of heat to pool in between her legs, and it shocked her. Should she ask him to stop? Was this wrong? How could it be wrong when she had wanted this for so long? Why should she ask him to stop when she dreamed of it nearly every night? No, she wanted him, and she would have him.
Nicholas stilled, feeling her suddenly stop responding, and looked up into her eyes. “Alyssa?” he asked softly.
“Don’t stop, please,” she whispered back. The look of pure pleasure on his face made her heart skip a beat.
“Lift your hips, Alyssa,” he murmured in her ear. When she did, he pulled her shorts along with her panties down in one yank, leaving her exposed to his hungry eyes. Alyssa stared at the way he gazed at her, as if committing every part of her body to memory. His fingers trailed down her abdomen, while his eyes looked up to hold her gaze. “You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever dreamed of,” he whispered, taking her breath away. Alyssa enjoyed the way she had made this dashing man go crazy for her. Her fingers grabbed his shirt, and she slowly started unbuttoning them.
“I want to see you. Nicholas,” she breathed.
He quickly eased the shirt out of his body, desperate to get a taste of her before she changed her mind. Her hands roamed all over the contours of his torso. His breath hitched at her touch and his fingers traveled over her abdomen towards her sensitive spot.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she hissed when his fingers touched her, entering her slowly. The tremendous pleasure she felt blew her mind away, and she clung to him as he increased his pace. As if sensing her need, he went down and parted her legs more to stare at her glistening folds. Alyssa’s breath hitched when his mouth touched her wetness, his tongue giving her a pleasure that was beyond her imagination. The sensual way he licked and kissed her folds made her clutch at his hair with desperation. His fingers and mouth worked in tandem to bring her to the verge of a release.
“Don’t stop,” she begged hoarsely, unable to recognize her own voice. Nicholas increased his pace, thrusting in and out of her while his tongue worked its magic upon her. With a cry of intense need, she finally found her release, which Nicholas lapped up hungrily and gazed deeply into her eyes.
Alyssa gazed back at him, mesmerized by the tornado of emotions she saw reflected in them. Was it tenderness? Was it just a liking? Or was it something deeper, like love? Did Nicholas love her?
“Did you enjoy that, Alyssa?” he whispered, coming up and pecking her lips tenderly while he waited for her reply. It seemed as if her reply meant a lot to him.
“Yes,” she whispered. Her reply made his eyes burn with fire as if they started hoping for more. He lay his head on her chest, holding onto her naked body, not wanting to let go. Hearing the rumble in her stomach, he looked up with a chuckle that made Alyssa feel embarrassed.
“Hungry?” he asked, and she nodded. Reluctantly, he eased himself off her and handed her the clothes. “Do you want to go out to eat?” he asked, and she nodded. “Get ready. We’ll go out.” He walked out of the bedroom whistling a merry tune, and Alyssa smiled at his sudden change of mood.
After what they shared, even Alyssa felt lightheaded and a little relaxed. Was this all she wanted from him? Could a few kisses and make-out sessions really cure the throbbing ache she felt for him? She slowly eased herself off the bed and cleaned herself, and went to the closet to choose a dress for herself. With Nicholas’s touch branded upon her body, she just couldn’t drive away the need for more. She chose a slip-on, spaghetti-strapped, knee-length white dress that naturally clung to her body. With her long golden hair brushed and flowing down her back, she added a touch of bright lipstick to create a smoldering and captivating look. When she opened the door, the effect was obvious on Nicholas’s face.
“I’ll fix myself in a few minutes or I’ll look like your chauffeur,” laughed Nicholas, walking into the bedroom. He purposely brushed past her, his arms brushing with hers. Alyssa blushed as images of what they did a few minutes ago came gushing into her mind. Pleased with the effect he had upon her, Nicholas went inside the bedroom to change, without bothering to close the door. It seemed as if he wanted her to see him.
Alyssa sat on the couch opposite and watched him strip, unable to resist the temptation. His fingers unbuckled his belt, and he placed it on the bed. Next, he unbuttoned his trousers and eased them out of him, all the while his eyes held her gaze. A tremor of need shot up Alyssa’s body, seeing the entire muscular length of him. His abs, his sinfully tempting v-line, his sculpted body, and his thick muscular legs all made her wish to explore him just the way he had explored her. Her eyes went to his hardness that was prominent through his black, fitting underwear. What she would give to see him completely! Would he strip totally for her?