"I love you." I heard him even through the loud music. The sound faded in the background and I could only focus on his lips against mine, his whisper against mine. I didn't feel like crying, I felt joy. Immense kind of joy which filled me from within. He said it, and there was no wall between us. I could hear the walls shattering around us. My heart thumped against my chest, against his.
He kissed me, slow and gentle. I pulled away and stared it in his eyes. A smile made it's way on my lips. Was this the feeling I craved? The surging satisfaction which to an extent filled every inch of my blood in that moment and I wished for nothing else. I couldn't help but notice the desire that burned in me like never before, because I wasn't afraid anymore. I wasn't afraid to be consumed by it.
It was the end of the beginning and beginning of an end. It was the the old experience of a new found love and a new experience of the same old love. It was rather pitiful to see us burning and it was a burn to see us being this pathetic. All of it was love, the hate, the ego, the jealousy, the acceptance, the regret, the guilt. It was all for love. Cause maybe this is what love felt like.
"Take me somewhere it's only you and me Alex. Fucking love me." I said staring deep in his eyes. In that moment the way I looked at him, taking in every detail of his face, not letting a feeling appearing in his eyes slip from mine. I saw it, the desire, the love, the lust, the passion, the impatience like never before.
He grabbed my hand pulling me along with him through the crowd. He picked his coat up as we made our way out of the club. We were on the top floor of one of finest hotel's of New York. As soon as we got out and the music shut off, the night sky came in my view. He stared at me. "Give me five minutes peach, go to the floor No.30 and wait. I'd be there in a minute." He was impatient and I knew it, I could see it. His cheeks flushed from how turned on he was.
"I am not going without you." I said clicking my tongue. My eyes stared up at him, I wanted to grab his jaw push my lips against his. I had no idea what I was waiting for? I could do it, I should have been doing it. I don't know why we did it. But we both did, always holding back because we were scared we'd demolish every inch of each other with the passion that burned in us.
"Then let's fucking go." He put his coat around my hips and swooned me up. "And that's the use of this coat." I stared up at his face which was a mere inch away from me.
"Why are you holding back?" I muttered staring at him as he led me in the elevator impatiently pressing the floor buttons.
"Why are you?" He asked looking back. "Because this is a private show Alex. I don't want anyone to see it but you, the desire that I am feeling." I whispered against his jaw, trying so hard not to kiss. I could feel him tap his foot on the floor and his jaw which was clenched tightly. He didn't look at me, he looked straight.
"Right and did I tell you something?" He said and a smirk made it's way on his lips.
"What?" I asked impatiently as the bell dinged and we reached our floor. He started walking towards the door and looked at me. "Take the card out of my pant's pocket." He gestured and so I did. My hand brushing his thigh before I realised the tightness of his tailored pant on his groin. Current rushed to my core thinking of it. I was the reason but I pulled the card and I scanned it. The door opened and he stepped inside closing it with his feet.
He looked down at me pausing. I didn't wait for another moment as card slipped on the floor and my lips crashed against him. My hands went around his neck and he fixed my position. My legs wrapped around his waist. His lips were so soft. The touch of his lips against mine set me on fire. My heart throbbed. I could feel the sensations burning through my whole body.
Current rushed in my every inch. My wetness was pooling with every action of his tongue against my lips. "Let me in." He whispered and I let him prob his tongue against mine. It was setting off another dimension of feelings in me. I groaned in pleasure against his mouth and he smirked. I didn't know how it happened but I felt my body slipping on the bed, falling on my back. He stood their tall.
✨😭SMUT WARNING!!! ✨🌶️
I could see his bulge. His coat had long slipped on the floor. I bit my lower lip. It was pure torture. I was impatient but I wanted to confess how long I have been waiting for it. I pushed myself up but before I could touch him. He stopped me. His one finger came under my chin and he lifted it up. "Lay back down. And you're not moving, until I say it." He said and I did. My chest rising and falling with lust, love, impatience.
I stared at him as he undid his cuffs, he rolled his sleeves up as if a chef waiting to play with his ingredients. I couldn't stop thinking of his hands on me, in me. I inhaled a sharp breath when I stared at them. Those thick yet long and slender fingers. Those veins that traveled all the way up to his forearm whenever he moved them a bit.
He leaned down as he held my feet, sliding the heels off gently. I was so turned on I forgot everything but the feeling. I hadn't touched myself in so long and him doing all that torture was fucking me mentally. I wanted him so bad. He finally put his knees on the bed and leaned down on me. His face hovered over mine. I lifted my neck and I pressed my lips against him. He kissed me back against the mattress. "No moving until I say so Peach. Let me fucking explore you. You're my favourite travel destination. You're my island. Mine to explore." He whispered against my ear.
I inhaled a hard breath. My heart was pounding. My insides throbbed and so did something between my legs. I didn't want to say something, I didn't know what to say. I had no words. Those I did were useless. "Please Alex." I whispered as I opened my eyes staring in his.
He just stared at me. "I had waited so long, it was never about me peach, it was about you. Let me fucking worship this body. And trust me I will get my fair share. Let me show you what the words you write in your books mean." The last line did it and I felt his hands reaching for me jaw.
He stretched it upwards and kissed me right under my earlobe before he made his way to down to my neck and collar bone. "This is what trail of kisses feels like. But this isn't your dream peach, this isn't a fantasy, this is real." I felt butterflies everywhere he touched. My wetness was drenching my core and my panties at this point. I was so wet, I was feeling overwhelmed with lust.
He licked my collar. Kissing me everywhere. His words ringed in my head. It was all real. He pushed his way up back to my chin before his one hand reached for my waist as he rubbed it slowly making his way up to my breasts. "I felt his hands rubbing against my breasts. I felt desire running through each inch of my body." He muttered in my ear again and I moaned. He had fucking read my drafted dreams about him. Fuck him. But I was too weak to protest. It was useless because he had memorised the lines of it. He had been waiting for it. "You feel it Peach, the desire?"
His rubbed my breasts before he massaged them. How long had I been waiting. He finally pushed his lips against mine. His hands were all over me and I moaned with his every touch. He pinched my nippled gently and I arched my back to his touch. My hand run against his hair. His hand travelled back to my waist before it reached for the zipper slowly. He pushed me up with him. We were on our knees as he pulled away.
"Put your arms up." He said and I raised them. He reached for the hem of my dress and I raised my ass up for him to slide it up. My cheeks burning. This was happening, with the lights on. I bit my lip so hard. I saw the red lipstick on his lips too. I smirked as he slid the dress over my head and threw it aside. I was bare to him. I wasn't wearing a bra and I let him see me.
I noticed his eyes going down and down to my breasts, my stomach and finally to the laced white underwear. He looked up and I felt like covering myself but before I did, he pulled me towards him and his lips attacked my neck once again and slowly traveled down to my breasts. This time the thin fabric didn't stop his lips to be crushing against my nipples. I was so sensitive, I thought I'd cum from his ministrations. I groaned. "Of fuck Alex. Please.." he pushed me flat against the mattress.
"His hand touched my thighs as he pushed them apart and made me fold my legs. I clasped them back together and he looked up. "No way back peach, let me see you." He said, still patient. I could feel in his every action that he was doing it for me. And I couldn't help but comply to his orders.
I opened myself up and he kissed me right where I wanted him. His hand reached for my waistband as he tore the thin lace in a split second. He threw it aside and I felt him pause. I looked down and he was looking up at me. "You're so beautiful." He said as he put his mouth on my outer lips kissing them gently.
"And you're drenched." He kissed it gently again, teasing the shit out of me. I whimpered and he finally put his mouth on it, sliding his tongue all the way up. "You're flooded. For me." He whispered but I heard it. I moaned loudly. I grabbed his hair running my hands through them. Just as his tongue touched my insides I knew I'd cum in a mere second. My clit throbbed with ache. Just one more flick and I'd explode but he stopped.
He raised himself up. He looked me in the eye. "I want you to look me in my fucking Eyes and say my name when you cum." He said as I felt his hand invading me. He pushed his two fingers in and I moaned, unable to keep my mouth shut. I clenched my legs. I had never had anything in me except my fingers and a fucking vibrator.
"This is what having my fingers invade you feels like." He muttered with a smirk as he stared at me. I opened my legs gently as he moved them slowly inside me. It hardly took a mere minute for me to feel myself exploding. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes. I couldn't help but let out whimpers with his every invasion.
"Look at me." He muttered and I did and he pushed his fingers deep inside me and one more hit. I felt myself reach my peak. "Oh Alex." I cried as I wrapped my arms around his neck holding onto him. My clit pulsed. I felt my body bucking to the rhythm of the orgasm.
I inhaled a sharp breath. He worked me, he didn't stop and I kept moaning his name out loud. "Alex.. stop..please." I whispered but I didn't want him to stop. I never knew an orgasm could last this long. It wasn't stopping. I could feel myself clenching his fingers inside me. He finally stopped. He pressed his lips on mine once again. "This is what Real feels like peach. And you haven't even had a taste of what is to come."
He kissed me deep and rough as I felt his need once again. This time even more intense. I felt his hardness against my groin and the thought made me want him more. I needed more. I pushed him as he undid his shirt. I reached for his belt and he didn't stop me this time. He threw his shirt away impatiently and I was about to open his zipper when he stopped me again. "I am not done, not yet." He said as he pushed me back and got between my legs again.
He pressed his mouth against my clit which was still sensitive. His hands held my waist as he licked his way down to my entrance. He pushed his tongue deep, cleaning up all the cum. I cried, my eyes watered from the pleasure. I stared at the ceiling. My hands clutched the sheets tight. He ate me out, taking his time. I was as turned on as I was before.
"You taste as sweet as I expected. How long had I waited to taste you." He said as he pulled me up roughly as kissed me with his hand supporting my neck. I tasted myself on his tongue and I didn't mind it. It was wild that it was all true. He stepped down the bed as he undid his pants and set them aside. He revealed his hardness that poked his underwear. I felt my pulse rise. I never knew what it was like to touch a man but I never knew I'd want to touch a man this bad.
"Come and sit on the edge." He muttered and I did, on my knees for him. The man I loved. He looked down at me as he bared himself in front of me. I saw it. He was hard, all turned on for me. I couldn't help but look at him and then at his eyes waiting for him to tell me what to do. He leaned down and kissed me once. "Do what you know Ashley. I'd teach you the rest." He said against my lips and I nodded.
He stood tall and I touched it, holding it in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his member and kissed the tip before and I felt him moan. I felt his desire. He was rock hard in my hand. I licked it a few times before I looked up at him again. His eyes were closed and his head was leaned back gently. His breathing was ragged and I felt it. The desire to serve him like he did to me. And I did. I slowly took him in my mouth sucking on it. "Fuck Peach."
He groaned as I did. I did it for a while before I felt my jaw hurting. I started licking him again before he looked down at me, barely speaking. "It's okay if you want a break." He said but I could feel it, he wanted it bad.
"Teach me Alex. Teach me how to serve you like you did to me. Teach me so I can please you, like you did to me." I looked up at him and he licked his lips. "Use me." I muttered again.
"Are you sure peach?" He asked. And I nodded. "More than ever."