Undone in by his hands

Our lips met and I sank deeper into the pool of attraction and lust that had pulled me in his eyes. There was no excuse for this because my eyes were opened, I was staring into his eyes as he softly tugged at my lips.

I had to not be in my right senses because I did just the same, pulling at his lips and parting my lips open so he could invade it with his tongue and when he did, I invaded his tongue with mine. What I didn’t know, was that I was permitting him to take this a step further, but when Alexandro King was given a mile, he took ten. Let’s just he took it several steps further.

I felt all gentleness in him give way when the muscles under my hand ticked and his movement became aggressive.

The pressure of his lips became harder, and his urgency crossed the line. I gasped for breath when his lips left mine, but he gave me only a second before he crushed his lips against mine from another angle. I could only moan into his mouth when his tongue snaked through my lips and slid across my tongue.

I lost knowledge of which was his tongue, and which was mine when they began the dance of intimacy.

It was my first make-out session and I’m going to spare myself the regrets and enjoy this. Not like it was in my will to stop it.

I couldn’t even gasp the shock that ran through me when I felt his hands on my zipper and felt the top of my clothes fall loose.

The man had to be an expert at this because his mouth didn’t leave mine as he freed my hands off my clothes. It fell to my waist, exposing my breasts, not to his eyes, but to his hands.

My bra was strapless and all he had to do was push it down before my nipples which had been anticipating his touch sprang free.

He broke our kiss to look at them.

“So beautiful,” He murmured, trailing tiny kisses down my neck while I surrendered to his touch. My head bent backward, and my eyes closed.

I hung on his shoulders for support as his lips finally met my breasts.

Something snapped beneath my eyes, control shifted beneath my reach as lust poured into my blood.

My breasts were not so small, I liked to think I had breasts that fitted my size perfectly and loved that they were full and round. But I had small nipples and Xandro was about to rip them out of my chest.

Maybe because they were small, my nipples were crazy sensitive. Sometimes, they hurt when I wore a bra for too long and they were always aching when I was on my period, but right now I couldn’t tell if Xandro was making them feel better or worse, what I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop.

I loved how he pulled them with his teeth and soothed the sting with his tongue. I saw blue when he sucked at them and moaned when his fingers pinched them.

My hands at his shoulders moved down his back before my fingers scraped back up to tangle in his hair.

I pulled his thick strands into oblivion, his ministration taking me out of reality. There was more and I wanted to reach that more.

Heat and arousal had gathered between my legs and dared to press myself harder against his skin. I itched to get rid of my clothes and feel his touch all over me. I badly ached for him to touch me like he had done the last time I prayed he didn’t stop this time.

Lust must have put me in a bind because I slipped the rest of my suit down my legs and was naked, except for my black panties which I knew were already soaked with arousal.

I never knew I could be like this. Or that sex could be like this. And I hadn’t even had sex yet. Was this the good part? Sex was just the part that hurt?

Alexandro King moved his hands to my thigh to spread them further apart. He moved away from my breast to look down at my bare tights before looking at me in the eyes. I saw the devil smile rise on his lips and I didn’t find the grace to save myself.

I had once heard that one could be a slave to the flesh, but I had not believed it. Since I became Mrs. King, I have begun to develop a great taste for luxury and comfort.

Alexandro’s hands were a luxury, one I couldn’t get enough of after the first day he touched me.

There are things we live most of our lives without having, but once we get a taste of it, we can’t seem to let it go anymore, it seems like we can’t have enough of it.

One slide of my finger into my panties had me moaning aloud. His name had become a chant in my head that I tried to keep out of my lips.

Xandro. Xandro. Xandro.

My Alexandro.

My eyes opened in realization as those two words sounded clearly in my head. Did I just personalize Alexandro?

My whole body froze.

He didn’t seem to notice as he brought his shoulder up to my lips. I shamelessly licked his skin. Maybe later I’d ask myself why I did that, but at that moment, it felt as soothing and delicious as fuck.

“Bite me if it hurts.” The words rumbled out of his throat, deep and hot. I didn’t understand until I felt two fingers force their way inside of me.

I bit down. Hard!

The scream wedged at my throat and threatened to choke me, and I bit down harder. I felt, invaded, pushed, pulled, and stretched. The feeling was foreign, like nothing I had felt before, and less painful than I remembered. Then I felt him pull out, I licked at his skin that I had bitten as I felt guilty for it, later I wished I had done more than bite him because he had crazy plans in store for my body.

I’m going to deny the consciousness of this. My legs, on their own accord, tightened together to trap his hands while the moan I had long held escaped my throat.

His hands steadily teased my thighs apart, before diving him, I raised my hip to meet his hands, the pain had gone, but it left a blaze of pleasure in its trail.

He began teasing me, pushing me towards pleasure then pulling me back, pushing his fingers deeper only to withdraw them but the pleasure grew higher with each thrust, it took me soaring into a world where my moans were a melody, and his touch was bliss.

I opened my eyes to see him watching my face, I wondered what I looked like in his eyes, the intense look on his face gave nothing away as his fingers played me and my body danced to his tune.

He held my eyes when his fingers curled inside me and pushed me over the edge of a cliff I had never been on before.

The feeling was scary and beautiful. It brought pleasure as well as peace, I saw myself on the cloud and I touched stars. I wanted to keep this moment in a glass and hold it forever.

I closed my eyes as he withdrew his fingers and watched me catch my breath. I remembered how my insides clenched madly around his fingers as I came.

I wondered how he felt at the moment, but he opened his mouth and reminded me of the kind of bastard he was.

“I guess there was no need to bother about you finding it hard to touch me. You’d do just fine.”