Only You

Chapter 27

Elora

Something crosses his eyes, too fast for me to identify but when he speaks next, his voice is barely audible. "Take off your dress," he tells me, letting go of my hands.

I hesitate, not having expected that just yet but in the end, I decide to do as I told him and trust him. I reach behind myself to pull at the string that stretches the fabric tightly around my waist. Once that's loose, my fingers hesitantly grab the hem of my skirt and I start lifting it, never once taking my eyes from Alexey's captivating hazel ones.

Only once the dress is a puddle of red on the ground next to me does the man avert his eyes to look at me, standing in nothing more than a G-string. The dress is practically backless so I couldn't wear a bra with it. Now, the urge to cross my arms is almost unstoppable.

Under his scrutiny, my breasts feel incredibly heavy. Inelegant and too big. My tummy feels too full with tonight's dinner and I mentally go over all the flaws that he could be seeing right now. I don't know why those thoughts even plague me at a moment like this. I'm generally confident. I've never been on display like this before, either.

I'm about to finally give in to the urge to cover myself up when the man's eyes snap back to mine, looking almost anguished. "Fuck, you're beautiful, Sunshine. Fucking perfect," he tells me, reaching for my hands once more. Once my naked chest is only inches from his clothed one, he cups my face with all ten fingers.

He leans down and kisses me, slowly only for a second before his need seems to take over. His grip on my face tightens and he nips at my bottom lip. I obediently open my mouth to invite his tongue in, matching his urgency with my own.

I step closer, standing in between his feet so that our bodies are plastered together as much as they can with our height difference. He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound, my insecurities forgotten.

When his hands leave my face to find my exposed hips once more, he pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. Again, he asks, "This okay? What do you feel?"

Without thinking, I reply, "Only you." It's true. The heat of his hands right on my skin is enough to block everything out.

Muttering a curse under his breath, he slams his lips back to mine, his hands moving to the back of my thighs. Without further warning, he picks me up as if I weigh nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist as he deepens the kiss.

I yelp but am too scared of toppling us to move otherwise. I resort to burying my hands in his hair and tightening my legs around him. "Shit, you fit me so well. Relax, Sweetheart, I got you," he murmurs against my lips.

My heart might've made a little somersault right then. Still, I only partially manage to relax on our short way to the closest wall where he pushes me up against. As soon as the cool material hits my back, I arch away from it, successfully pushing my chest closer to Alexey's face.

Of course, the man takes that as an invitation and hoists me up higher before catching one of my breasts with his mouth. He starts kissing them, licking the valley between and teasing my stiff nipples until I'm so wet I can feel it seeping through the flimsy fabric of my panties.

Alexey must feel it too because his hands tighten on my ass cheeks as he grinds me into his groin, half groaning, half humming. "You're so wet, Sweetheart. I haven't even touched you and you're already making a mess of us," he tells my ear.

I'm still clinging to him like a lifeline, feeling too heavy to drag this position out so I allow myself to kiss his exposed neck once before saying, "Bed. Please."

He complies, but not before muttering, "So damn polite," under his breath once more. "You know what? I think my goal for the night is to make you forget your manners. To make you lose your mind so damn much that you'll start demanding things rather than asking for them. You think I can do that?" he asks.

"Only one way to find out," I tell him just before I'm thrown onto the bed. I yelp, then lean up on my elbows to scowl up at his treating me like a ragdoll. He merely looks amused by my act of rebellion, quirking an eyebrow as the corner of his lips lifts.

"You ready to be rude yet?" he challenges me. Realizing what his plan is, I plant a sweet smile on my face and blink up at him.

"Never. Now, will you please take your shirt off so I can stop feeling so exposed?" His amusement doesn't subside as he grips the bottom of his shirt in one hand before ripping it over his head expertly. Once the item is on the floor, he merely stands there, granting me a moment to appreciate the view like he did before.

Of course, once I bring my eyes up to his face, I find him drinking me in again. His eyes are heavily lidded, his jaw sharp and clenched. He does nothing to hide his attraction to me and I can feel goosebumps tingling my skin as I try not to squirm.

"Will you please join me? I am cold," I tell him, my voice nothing above a whisper. My date complies happily, climbing over me like a predator sneaking up on his next meal. That's how he kisses me too. Like he's been starving and now he finally gets a taste of what he's needed.

"We can't have that, can we? No, can't let you get cold," he says against my lips before diving in for another taste. Throughout all of it, I'm merely hanging on for the ride while he leads. His tongue nudges mine and I push back. His teeth scrape over my lips, I pull on his hair.

He's taking his time with me, even when he starts grinding his covered erection against my pussy. His strokes are gentle and slow, so absurdly different from the way he's kissing me that it's driving me insane.

"Please, Alexey, just do it," I whine after many, many minutes of suffering and feeling my brain slipping further away.

In response, my date tsk. "That is not how you talk about sex, Baby." One of his hands cups my cheek and I nuzzle into the touch on instinct. "Sex is not something to just get over with. It is something to enjoy." He grinds against me again, providing such heavenly friction to my throbbing clit that I barely comprehend his next words.

"Besides, foreplay is arguably the best part. Trust me when I tell you that I won't even think of sliding into this sinful body of yours before you're not a whining, sweaty mess beneath me." His lips press to mine, just for a few seconds. "Now, Sweetheart, you've never done this before so I better get you nice and wet for me."

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Uhhh prolly one of my fav chapters. Btw, congrats, you r already halfway through the story:)

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