Is this real life? Is Alistair really here in my room, ready to devour me, or am I suffering from a fever-induced hallucination?
If this is a figment of my imagination, I don’t want to return to reality.
Alistair slowly rolls my underwear down my legs without looking away from my face. My cheeks are blazing, and anticipation has made my breathing shallow. His focus switches to my pussy, and I swear my clit throbs in response. He leans closer, his warm breath fanning over my exposed skin right before he kisses the junction between my leg and pubic bone.
“Alistair, please….”
“What is it, Goldi?” He moves closer to where I so desperately need him to be with another soft kiss.
“Stop torturing me.”
With a chuckle, he nudges my legs wider, and I watch him with a lust-infused gaze. Alistair’s eyes connect with mine right before he licks my bundle of nerves in one long, delicious sweep of his tongue.
“Dio Santo!” I let my head fall back because Alistair just sent me dangerously close to the edge already.
With a groan, he starts his merciless torture. His hands are on my hips, keeping me in place, while his tongue pushes me into oblivion. My head becomes light, and the room starts to spin. Alistair alternates between licking and sucking me, making it impossible to slow down the orgasm that’s fast approaching. I bite my lower lip, hoping the pain will distract me. It does the opposite.
With my fingers in his short hair, I call his name from the top of my lungs while my body shatters into a million pieces. Instead of slowing down, he eats my pussy with more gusto, frying every nerve in my body.
When I collapse back on the bed, I’m as light as a feather. It’s only when I feel the mattress dip on my side that I peel my eyes open. Alistair is lying next to me with his head propped on his fist while his free hand makes lazy circles over my belly.
“Hi.” I smile.
His lips curl in a crooked grin. “Hi.”
I roll onto my side and touch his cheek. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He kisses my open palm before replying, “I’m here, Goldi.”
Pulling my hand free, I run my fingers down his torso until I find the edge of his pants. The fabric is taut, stretched to accommodate his bulging erection. “I think someone wants to come out and play.”
I make quick work of the button and fly, making Alistair hiss in the process. When I curl my fingers around his shaft, he cups the back of my head and pulls me closer for a long, hard kiss. Loving the feel of his cock in my hand, I match the tempo of our tongues with my pumping motion. Alistair growls right before he rolls on top of me, forcing me to stop my fun.
“Hey! I wasn’t done.”
“Goldi, as much as I love your hand, I need to be inside your sweet pussy.”
He thrusts his hips forward, and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. But he won’t slide all the way in, driving me insane.
He does it again, penetrating a little farther but still not buried deep inside like I want—no, need him to be.
“Alistair, what are you doing?”
“Fuck. You feel so good, Goldi. But we need a condom.”
“There are some in my nightstand drawer.”
He’s gone in a flash.
As he stands next to my bed to look for protection, I take my time to stare at him. My heart is so full it feels like it’s going to explode. He got rid of his pants and boxers, but his button-down shirt is still blocking the wonderful view of his abs.
I throw a pillow in his direction.
“You’re taking too long.”
His eyes narrow to slits, turning predatory in an instant. With the foil packet now in his hand, he rips the packaging and rolls the condom over his rock-hard erection without taking his eyes off me.
“You need to strip too.” I point at his shirt.
I’ve never seen a guy get rid of clothing so fast. He only released the first two buttons before grabbing the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. He’s between my legs in the next second, caging me in with his strong arms.
“You have no idea how many times I dreamed about you, Goldi.”
He silences my reply with a kiss, and then he’s inside me, filling me completely. I raise my knees to welcome the fullness of him better.
Mamma mia. I had forgotten how good Alistair’s cock feels.
We don’t stop kissing as he hammers into me, going deeper and deeper. He kisses me like he fucks me, with feverish passion. I’m transported back to our dreamlike weekend in Tuscany, and it feels as if no time has passed.
I moan against his lips as the pressure builds below. His movements become faster, harder until everything ceases to exist and I’m flying through another earth-shattering orgasm. He lets go of my lips to hide his face in the crook of my neck, grunting as he’s consumed by his own pleasure.
Minutes go by before I return to my body and become aware of my surroundings once more. Alistair rolls off me, but he keeps me tucked tight in his arms. Resting my head against his chest, I close my eyes and savor the moment.
“Can we just stay in this room forever and never leave?” I ask.
“I’m okay with that.” He chuckles.
We don’t speak for a moment. Eventually, the post-orgasm bliss ebbs away, allowing my annoying brain to interfere. Alistair didn’t confess his feelings for me. He said he needed me, but that’s not the same as loving someone. Was I an idiot for blurting out the truth like that? What if he thinks I’m a needy girl?
