Chapter 11 Sexs Before Paris (2)
His thumb traced the inside of her wrist, a feather-light touch that made her breath hitch.
"Every empty room, every forgotten name, it was all a lie to forget you. And I failed miserably."
Sophia's lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. The world narrowed to this.
"Then don't fail now," she murmured, tilting her chin up, her eyes fluttering shut.
The kiss was inevitable, a collision of pent-up longing and regret. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his hands sliding to her waist to pull her flush against him. She melted into it, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer.
They stumbled back toward her door, lips never breaking contact, the keycard fumbling from her pocket into his hand. The click of the lock was a promise, the door swinging open to reveal the rumpled bed where it had all begun. He backed her inside, kicking it shut behind them, his kisses trailing fire down her neck as the robe slipped from her shoulders.
"Sophia, tell me to stop if this is a mistake,” he groaned against her skin, his voice rough with need.
She arched into him, her nails digging into his back, pulling at his shirt until buttons scattered like secrets.
"It's not. Just... don't leave again. Not tonight."
Clothes fell off in a flurry, his shirt, her robe, and the barriers they'd built crumbling under the weight of desire. They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and gasps. His hands explored her like a dream map, reverent and possessive, eliciting moans from her lips that echoed throughout the room.
He hovered above her, eyes dark with passion, pausing to drink her in.
"You're everything I don't deserve," he whispered before capturing her mouth again, thrusting them both into the steamy abyss where words dissolved into touches, and the night stretched on, unforgiving and utterly theirs.
Sophia’s back hit the mattress with a soft gasp, the sheets still warm from where she’d tossed restlessly before he knocked. Alex followed her down, his weight a delicious cage, knees bracketing her hips. The city’s neon bled through half-drawn curtains, striping his shoulders in electric blue and shadow, every muscle taut and gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat.
His mouth found the hollow beneath her ear first, teeth grazing the frantic pulse there. She arched, a low moan vibrating in her throat as his tongue traced the line of her jaw, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of the wine they’d shared hours earlier. When he reached her lips again, the kiss was filthy and slow, drugging, his tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that promised more, deeper, harder.
Her robe was gone, pooled on the floor like shed inhibitions. Alex’s shirt hung open, buttons scattered; she shoved it off his shoulders, nails raking down the hard planes of his back, leaving pale pink trails that made him hiss. The sound unraveled her. She wanted to mark him everywhere, brand the memory of this night into his skin so he’d feel her long after sunrise.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. His gaze was molten, pupils blown wide, and lips swollen and wet.
“Christ, Sophia, you’re fucking unreal,” he rasped, voice gravel and smoke.
His hands mapped her like territory he’d only dreamed of conquering. Palms skimmed the curve of her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts until her nipples peaked, aching. When he finally closed his mouth over one tight bud, she cried out, hips bucking against the rigid length of him still trapped in his trousers. He sucked hard, tongue flicking, teeth scraping just enough to sting, then soothed the sting with slow, wet circles that had her writhing.
“Alex, please…”
The plea tore from her, raw and needy. She fumbled with his belt, the clink of metal loud in the charged silence. He helped her, shoving fabric down lean hips until he sprang free, hot and heavy against her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around him and he groaned into her neck, hips jerking involuntarily.
“Slow,” he growled, though his body trembled with restraint.
“I want to savor every second I stole back.”
He slid down her body, mouth leaving a trail of fire in the collarbone, sternum, the soft give of her stomach. When he reached the lace edge of her panties, he paused, breath ghosting over damp fabric. She was soaked, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and the knowledge made him curse under his breath. Hooking his fingers in the delicate waistband, he dragged them down her legs, tossing them aside.
Then his mouth was on her.
The first slow lick had her back bowing off the bed, fingers twisting in his hair. He didn’t tease, he devoured. Tongue flat and relentless, circling her clit with ruthless precision, then dipping lower to taste where she ached most. Two fingers pushed inside her, curling, stroking that spot that made starbursts explode behind her eyelids. She was dripping, coating his chin, his hand, the obscene sounds of his mouth on her filling the room like a filthy symphony.
“Alex… God, don’t stop–” Her thighs clamped around his head, heels digging into his back as the coil inside her tightened, vicious and sweet.
He hummed against her, the vibration shattering her composure. She came with a choked scream, hips grinding against his face, pulsing around his fingers in waves that left her boneless and gasping.
He didn’t give her time to recover. Climbing back up her body, he licked her taste from his lips, eyes feral.
“Need to be inside you. Now.”
She nodded frantically, spreading her legs wider in invitation. He notched himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his cock slick with her arousal, and pushed in slow and relentlessly, stretching her open inch by torturous inch. She clawed at his shoulders, urging him deeper until he bottomed out, buried to the hilt, their groans mingling in the electric air.
For a moment, they stilled foreheads pressed, breaths ragged, savoring the perfect, filthy fit. Then he moved.
Each thrust was deliberate and powerful, dragging on every sensitive nerve until she sobbed his name. The headboard slammed against the wall in a primal rhythm, skin slapping skin and sweat-drenched bodies sliding together. He hitched her leg higher over his hip, changing the angle, and she saw stars, his cock dragging over that spot again and again until she was climbing, clawing, begging.
“Come for me again,” he demanded, voice shredded. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into her, relentless.
“Let me feel you milk me dry.”