Only You

Chapter 39

Alexey

"You sure you had enough to eat? We can always order some room service," I repeat once we're locked in our hotel room.

"I had the biggest bucket of popcorn in the cinema, Alexey. And M&Ms. I'm fine." She laughs and smacks me over the head. "Now, set me down."

It's what she told me to do the second we stepped into the hotel lobby. And what she repeated once we were in the elevator and again in front of our room's door. Like the times before, I lean in to press a kiss to her cheek to shut her up. Then I carry her to the bed and finally lay her down as gently as I can before neatly putting her shoes on the floor.

After that, I take a second to admire her lying silhouette in that fabulous red dress. What a sight for sore eyes.

"So, what's up next?" Elora's voice breaks the thickening silence, huskier than it was just a second ago. I smile at her, letting all my filthy intentions bleed in that simple motion to let her know exactly what's up next. The pleasure flooding me at how her breath hitches is unheard-of.

I slowly get onto the bed, walking closer on my knees to her crossed ankles all the while holding her gaze. I take one of her feet into my hands and lift it off the other. "Do they still hurt?" I ask her. She shakes her head.

"Just a little sore," she admits silently. I nod and lean down to give the smooth skin on the top of her foot a chaste kiss. I repeat the same on the other before repeating the motion up her calves and shins, her knees, and her thighs. Never taking my eyes off hers.

"Now, my sweet Elora. Tell me how you want me." I'm kneeling between her legs at this point, massaging the flesh of her hips through her dress. When she doesn't instantly reply, I lean down and kiss her covered tummy. "You want my mouth?" I ask her roughly.

I give her hips a squeeze. "You want to ride my fingers?" My hands move to the back of her ass and I lift her slightly before shuffling forward, pressing my semi against her center. She whimpers sweetly and I lean down, whispering in her ear. "Or you want my dick?"

I let her drop back to the mattress and lean away for both of our sake. Just when I think I truly broke the woman's brain, she surprises me by answering, "In that order."

My body freezes, thoughts coming to a complete halt. Hell, yes, is all I can think anymore. That, and, oh, shit. She might be the death of me.

"What did you say, Honey?" I ask, voice uncharacteristically quiet.

"I want all of that. In that order," she repeats. If I hadn't already been on my knees, I would have dropped right there to worship this woman. Don't ask me why I'm coming to that conclusion now but hell, her telling me what she wants- even if I asked for that- so clearly makes every cell in my body crave her impossibly more.

My hands wrap around her upper thighs and I give them a squeeze as I part them further. "Yeah, you'd like that?" I breathe. My reply comes in the form of a nod.

"Will you give me a please?" I add, still teasing her legs apart at a slow pace.

"Please," she tells me with no hesitation. My fingers dig a little deeper into her skin before I pull them away completely. I bring one hand up to cup her cheek.

"That's my good girl." Her flutter shut and something fierce and possessive grips my heart. I push it aside and pull away my hand.

I roll the bottom of her dress up to her waist but decide it needs to be completely off instead. As soon as it's on the bedroom floor, I thank myself for the decision since I now have Elora lying in front of me, legs spread and wearing nothing but those flimsy silk panties.

"So freaking beautiful," I tell her, bending down to kiss her stomach again. Her skin is warm and soft. Fucking heavenly. I shuffle further down between her legs and give her another kiss. This time directly on her clit over her panties.

Already, I can smell that she's fucking wet. It urges me on, and the next time I press my lips somewhere, it's on the most drenched part of her underwear. Elora tries to squirm away at the sudden pressure but I hold her in place, pressing my tongue to her entrance.

"So fucking delicious as well," I add, loving the way she shudders for me.

"Alexey, please," she whines.

"Please, what, Princess?"

"Please, stop the teasing." I smirk at her but decide to oblige since this is my apology, after all. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down her legs. Then I get back into position and start eating out my date for real.

Still, I don't rush to make her come, switching between fucking her with my tongue and playing with her clit. I suck the sensitive bud into my mouth and scrape my teeth against it, I circle it firmly with my tongue and then flick it. Only when I see a bead of sweat run down the valley of her breasts do I decide to settle on a steady pace that I know will get her there in no time.

Throughout it all, her soft moans and words of encouragement send more of my blood south, making me ache in my pants. I love it. And I hate it. But I really love it more. I love that she excites me so much more than anyone else ever has.

When she comes, it's with a whispered version of my name on her tongue and her fingers gripping my hair tightly.

"Mh, you're achingly mesmerizing when I make you come, Sweetheart," I tell her, coming up from my place between her legs to kiss her thoroughly. "That was number one, okay? I want you to keep count for me tonight. Want us to reach a new record, yeah?"

Still a little dazed, she nods. "Say it, Elora. What was that?" I urge, if only to hear her voice.

"One," she replies. I smile and kiss her again.

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