me to clench my fists around as his hands drag down the small of my back to my ass. The force behind his touch is strong as he squeezes my flesh and jerks me tighter against him.
When he dips his tongue into my mouth, the taste scintillates me to the core. He possesses my mouth, marking it with his, and I willingly allow him this delight. My coat falls to the floor when he pushes it off my shoulders, and then I wrap my arms around his neck. Before I know it, he lifts me off the ground and carries me over to his bed.
I lie on my back, and he supports himself above me as each breath of mine hits hard. With his knees, he opens my legs and settles himself between them. He doesn’t speak a word, only eyes me as he slips one of his hands under the hem of my top. The moment he touches my bare stomach, my abs tremor. He feels my jitters and presses his hand firmly down on me.
“You want me to stop?”
I shake my head, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not suddenly feeling every debaucherous choice I’m making in this moment. His hand slides farther up and over my breast. I can feel his touch all over my body and in the pulsating heat between my legs. He softly kneads, and my body instinctively bows up to him, pressing my breast firmly into his palm.
With his other hand, he lifts my back off the bed. He takes my arms, raises them above my head, and slips my top off. My nipples press against the delicate lace of my bra. I grow self-conscious while he shamelessly looks me over and bring my arms in front of me to cover myself.
“Don’t do that with me,” he says. “It’s just skin.”
I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t allow me to excuse my action. “Everything you’ve been taught about your sexuality, let it go with me. It doesn’t exist in my world. When you’re with me, it’s just us. Fuck what anyone else might think. Nothing we will do together will be wrong because it’s between only you and me. We make the rules—not society.”
“But I’ve never—”
“I don’t care.”
He then sits back on his heels, reaches over his head, and pulls his shirt off, exposing his toned chest.
“I’ll tie your hands up if you don’t drop them from your tits,” he says, and I slowly move them away.
With him on his knees between my legs, I lie back as he runs his hands from my knees slowly up the insides of my thighs. I close my eyes when my legs quiver. I want this to happen, but it’s also the knowing that the hands on my body, touching me intimately, are not the hands of my husband, and that alone is enough to freak me out. It’s a storm of emotions battling, creating a war in my head and in my heart.
I want this even though I know it’s wrong.
I open my eyes to see the glint of my wedding ring I forgot to take off.
This is so fucking vile.
My pulse sprints out of control.
His hands continue to move painfully slow, closer and closer to my center, and when he cups the heat of me in his hand, I startle.
“Wait,” I clip, clutching my hand around his wrist. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Does this feel good?”
“Yes, but—”
He takes my other hand and forces me to touch his erection. “You want this?”
“Yes,” I admit against my tormenting thoughts, because when you cut through all my guilt and all my fear, there’s a burning desire that I can’t kill.
“Are you scared of my touch?”
I nod, because I am, because it’s new, because it’s different.
“Are you wet?”
“Alec . . .”
“Are you?” he presses.
“Yes.”
He releases my hand and begins unbuttoning my pants, saying, “I’m not going to touch you.”
Dragging them down my legs, he then stands beside the bed, unhooks his slacks, and takes them off along with his briefs. His cock is rock hard as he stands entirely naked in front of me.
“I want to cum with you.” His voice is heavy. He gets back onto the bed and sits on his knees, facing me. “Touch yourself.”
“What?”
He takes his cock in his hand and slowly pumps it. “We’ve done it like this a hundred times.”
“That was different.”
“When I put my cock inside you, I don’t want any doubts or any fear. And right now,