He centers his hot gaze on me as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. His pants and briefs quickly follow. With our clothes removed, he steps closer until we are skin to skin. His erection presses against my belly. The skin is smooth, but he’s oh so hard.

He pushes the comforter and sheets back from where I’d already turned the covers for him, making room for us both.

“Lay down.”

I do as I’m told.

“Spread your legs.”

Again, I do as asked, knowing full well he can see every bit of me. He lifts my arms, placing them over my head.

“Keep them there.”

He can see my need, my desire. He gets up onto the bed, and the whole frame creaks with his weight. The mattress sinks. He takes my nipple into his mouth, and his tongue swirls and sucks, pulling to the threshold of pain. My back arches as he positions himself between my legs.

He swipes his tip through my center. A low growl escapes. The savage noise elicits a sense of urgency.

“Please.”

He raises his head, his attention diverted from watching his tease, and pushes in as I hold his gaze. He fills me, stretching me, slowly. I tilt my head back as my body takes all of him, my mouth open, sucking in air, but never letting those light blue irises out of sight.

He rocks into me, and my hips rise to meet him. He braces against one arm, and the muscle bulges, while he cups my jaw with his other hand, his hips ever so slowly lifting and plunging.

“God, I needed this.” His drops his head, and his pace quickens. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Do it.”

My nails scratch against the firm planes of his back, over his smooth, muscular ass, pulling him into me, as if I can take more of him, as if we can somehow be closer than we are.

The bed creaks, and with each shove of his hips, the headboard slams against the wall.

Bang. Bang.

He slows, backing off, a slow smile spreading on his lips.

“It’s okay,” I assure him. My hips rise to meet his, urging him on.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The fleeting thought that I’m going to need to repaint my wall leaves as quickly as it arrives.

Perspiration coats his chest and neck. Our skin slaps, and the aroma of sex encapsulates the room. He reaches between us and presses hard against my mound, his hips never slowing. He moves his hand and gives a garbled, “You do it. Touch yourself.”

The veins along his throat bulge, his skin flushed, his thrusts erratic. My skin is slippery, my muscles tight and on edge. I’m close. My thumb presses against my clit, in jerky movements thanks to the rocking of the bed.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. He pulses hard, his control lost. “Alex,” he adds as his head falls over mine. And that’s when I go over the edge. Seeing this strong, formidable man lose control sends me into the abyss where body supplants mind.