Chapter 89 Alexander's Revenge {4}
My touch to her waist startled her and her lips......lordy, it was heavenly, soft and ready for my curious lips.
A feathery brush at first just wasn't enough, then another before I pressed harder to part her lips.
She let out a moan.
She shoved a hand on my chest, her eyes widened at the reaction the kiss had spooked from her.
"What are you doing?" She intoned.
"Now, don't act like you don't want this," I replied, tugging her into my embrace despite her pull to yank free.
"Alexandro, this is obnoxious....,"
My finger pressed hard on her lips while her gaze flickered to my eyes. Taking her hand to my bulge, I rubbed her hand against the feel of it.
Her breath dragged, heavily. Her gaze, dilating. Her breasts rose and fell.
"You've always been stubborn for me - makes me painfully hard," I whispered to her ears, tearing my fingers from her lips to her hair.
The scent of her tore through my senses sharply making me rise to the edge of ejaculation.
"Or do you have another who makes you wetter than I do?" I forced the question from my lips, irked for a second why I chose to tantalize with the thought.
She was hesitant. Silence tearing through the air like a knife in the gut.
Anger started to rise, slowly at first that it etched neatly across my face.
And my first instinct was to push her away from me. My tongue flickered out, raking across my lower lip as I took the hint.
When her thrown punch hit me on the chest, I cocked an inquisitive brow.
"You're gone for six months, dead to the world. You come in here and awake every goddamn senses within me - and you ask if I've been fucking another man? Prove me wrong if you haven't tantalize with such thought while on the brink of death..," her voice was laden with emotion, shaken obviously by the thought that she had lost me.
Hell, she was close to the truth.
Almost.
But how do I prove her wrong?
My hungry lips claimed hers, forcing her mouth open while grabbing her behind. She whimpered for a while fighting back waves of ecstacy that made her body trembled.
"Fuck, Jacqueline," I let my tongue probed deeper into the cave of her mouth.
Without asking, her curious hands tugged on the zip of my trousers.
"Easy," I said, breaking the kiss, "you might bruise my rod."
She eyed me closely, the corner of her lip quirking upwards. "You didn't wear something underneath?"
"I didn't see the need for it. Now there's a reason for it."
The rest of the zip raced to its hilt, trousers followed and my beamer bobbed out kissed by the gaze of her eyes.
"I've not been alone," I pulled her face close, brushing quick and slurpish kisses on her lips as I tugged out of my trousers.
The feel of my rod against her hands was more intoxicating, stroking inch by inch with a deliberate skill.
Her ferocious strokes spiked the precum from leaking out from the peehole. My upper teeth sunk on my lower lip, suppressing a groan that threatened to break free.
I wanted more.
She moaned again as my finger grazed her naked nipple under her netty top. Spurned by her slightly parted lips and sweet moan, I repeated the act.
She sagged on my body, my rod pressed in between. Her hand equiped around my neck.
And after another round of steamy, hot kisses - she busied her hands on my throbbing length, slow and fast strokes.
"I would die from the want of you," my tongue trailed down her neck, until it settled on the rise of her breasts.
I just couldn't wait to get her out of her top. I yanked her breasts out, plugging a plunkered nipple into my waiting mouth.
She gasped, staggering backwards. Weakened by the touch of my mouth on her breasts.
My dick throbbed again, reminding me of a need to be quenched.
I was afraid I would spill so soon. I swirled her around, with a swift motion I hauled her trousers down to her legs.
Her brasseries followed after. Eyes closed, my hands rubbed against her breasts while I let my dick rubbed against the crack of her snatch.
She gasped, eyes closed as well as her head fell backwards.
It was now or never, I told myself.
With one gentle nudge, I pressed her hard to the wall, spread her legs wide while I rubbed her scented, creamy crack.
My breath caught in my throat as I poked a finger into her already anticipating hole, probing further to find her clit.
It was swollen, heavy with an aching need.
She sucked in air as I started to toy with it, tapping it incessantly which elicited a buck to my groin.
She wanted me, and the realization of that seemed to tear my heart to shreds.
It would be disastrous to plunder on yet another fantasy while she was yet in my arms.
I would splatter my seeds on her body if I dare to go there. Why not sink into her already ready hole?
And that I did.
She moaned so loudly that I steadied to catch my breath when I sank the whole of my length within her.
She was damn tight and right.
Fitted tightly around my shaft.
She belonged to me.
"Jacqueline, this is so fucking good," my hand curled round her neck, while the other wandered off towards her tits.
Her breasts - the succulent shape reminded me of yesterday.
Were they much bigger than the last time I'd touched them?
Fuck, they were juicy to the touch, squishy with furious nipples hardening against my palms.
She bucked, urging me to thrust. "Alexandro," her voice was gentle as a leaf fluttering in the wind.
My hips moved, jerking each powerful thrust as my groin slapped her butts. It felt like it had been forever yet my body remembered her like it was just yesterday