Over and over he pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed, but making sure to fill her completely and thoroughly. She ached for more, needed it as fierce as she knew he could give. Sheets bunched in her hands, she looked over her shoulder, and asked him for what she really wanted.
“Alex,” her voice was soft, but strained from the need to come desperately. “I need you to give it to me. You’re holding back.” He looked at her and she saw the way his throat worked when he swallowed.
He was nearly out of her body, but after she said what she wanted he curled his fingers into her belly, his big hands nearly spanning the entire width, and shoved back into her, hard.
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes as a ripple passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy. She was so close to coming, but before she could take matters into her own hands and touch herself, Alex’s fingers were between her thighs, and he was rubbing her clit.
He had the swollen bundle of tissues between his finger and thumb, and pinched hard enough that her eyes watered, and her orgasm crashed into her. The fact she could feel his piercing pressing against hidden nerves had her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level, and she bit her lip to hold off from screaming out for more.
The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth, but she didn’t care that she had broken skin, because what Alex was doing to her at this moment couldn’t be called anything but fucking her raw. Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears.
He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal, but all that accomplished was having another series of smaller contractions going off inside of her. With one ear-splitting groan he buried the full length of him inside of her and came. When his body was no longer taut, he covered her back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape.
He pulled out of her and they collapsed onto the mattress at the same time, both panting, their bodies covered in sweat, the post euphoric high she felt a never-ending crescendo raging in her body. And when she felt Alex curl a hand around her waist and pull her close to his body, she molded herself to his muscular, damp skin instantly, needing—wanting—to be close to him.
She exhaled in pleasure, and he groaned out, “God, you’re incredible.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that, but was so tired, her body already trying to blissfully drift off into a post-orgasmic sleep.
They were quiet for several moments, and it was perfect, comfortable and calming, and she never wanted it to end. He buried his face in her hair and she heard him inhale.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Mary. It makes me feel crazy and confused.”
Her heart rate picked at his words, but she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as she waited for him to finish.
“And I love every second of it. I… I’m in so deep with you there’s no going back. Not for me, and I hope not for you either.”
She tipped her head back and looked into his face. He cupped her cheek, smoothing a thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m in so deep I don’t think I could ever find my way back out, Alex.” Her voice was low, but he heard her. He leaned down and kissed her softly, sweetly.
She knew—just knew—how easy it would be to fall in love with Alex Sheppard.
22
Sweat fell into Alex’s eyes as he made another lap around the field. He may not be able to play in any games until his grade point average was up, but he still went to practice with the rest of the team.
As it was every damn day since Mary came into his life, she consumed his thoughts. She was patient with him during tutoring, even when he was constantly trying to touch her, to get her closer. Ever since their relationship had gotten physical, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her, and despite the sweet smiles she gave him when he knew he was being obnoxious with his affections, she always kept shit professional during their tutoring… much to his disappointment.
He couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t stop the raging lust that raced through his veins at the memory of her little “rewards” for when he got a question she asked right. God… Her rewards were going to be the death of him.
He pushed those obscene thoughts from his head and focused on here and now. They’d be heading up to her folks tonight for dinner, and typically he’d remind himself to be on his best behavior, but knowing why she wanted him to go, how he was supposed to scandalize her folks, he grinned.