snare drum rat-a-tat of her heartbeat where her chest presses against mine. It feels so right to kiss her here, in our new home, with our new life stretching out ahead of us. We have stripped away our pretensions, admitted that we want to be with each other, that we want this to work. Everything will be okay now. I need it to be okay. I cannot lose someone else in my life.
Alexis pulls away a hair’s breadth, and her lips graze mine as she speaks in a hushed whisper. “Take me to the bedroom.”
Easy.
I hoist her into my arms and her thighs clamp around my hips. I growl my approval as she rubs across the front of my pants, sending a heated throb through my balls. Alexis kisses me hard again. Her lips and tongue launch a rabid assault on my mouth as I carry her into the empty master suite, which still smells of lemon from the deep cleaning after the former owners’ expeditious move.
I will show Alexis the generous walk-in closet and the en-suite with its luxurious clawfoot bathtub another time. Right now, the two of us have only one thing on our minds, and we pass this fervent passion back and forth between us through our needy kisses.
I lower to my knees and gently press Alexis to the shiny oak floorboards. They sigh softly with the movement. So does Alexis.
“Do you think you could be happy here?” I ask as my lips carve a path down her collarbone.
Alexis arches against me. “Yes,” she moans.
I don’t know whether she is responding to my question, or to my fluttering kiss over the swell of her breast. Or both.
I peel off her clothes, and she squeaks as her naked flesh meets the cool floorboards. I chuckle and Alexis shoots me a playful glare. Once she is naked and spread out before me, I take my time exploring her body, kissing her soft, fleshy mounds, down over her smooth stomach, round hips, and finally, to the cleft between her thighs. Alexis’ breath comes labored and deep. When I press a finger into her pussy, she is soaking wet.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room in this house,” I tell her, stroking her inner walls. “And on every piece of furniture, once we get some.”
“That’s not going to leave me much time to decorate,” she points out breathily.
I rub my thumb over the nub of her clit, fingers still playing inside of her. “Don’t get smart with me. Just say yes, sir.”
I insert another finger and her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Yes, sir!”
I play with Alexis a little more, watching her tits rise and fall with the rush of her breaths, pressing hot kisses up her sides, over her ribs, pulling each nipple into my mouth in turn. When she tries to touch me, I warn her to keep her arms at her sides, too turned on by the sight of her at my complete mercy in this vast, empty room. With no furniture, no pictures hanging on the wall, no stray toys or laundry, there is nothing for me to focus on but her. Her exquisite moans. The feel of her slick heat on my fingers. The taste of her skin.
My cock throbs. I am so hard that it hurts, and I cannot wait any longer. I pull back and start to strip, and Alexis pushes up on her elbows as if to help.
“What did I say?” I cock a brow, pulling off my shirt. “Stay exactly where you are.”
She watches me undress, hunger in her gaze, and when I release my swollen cock, she licks her lips. Fuck. This woman, this goddess, is the single sexiest person on the earth, and she makes it look effortless. How does she do it?
Once I am naked, I join her on the floor, covering her mouth with mine as I hover above her. She kisses me back with urgency. Her skin is flushed, hot. I wedge between her thighs and my cock nudges her entrance, and she digs her fingers into my back.
I press inside slowly, using all the restraint I possess just so I can see the pleasure ripple over her face as I give her every inch. She is tight, wet, and she grips my cock perfectly. I bottom out, finally, and hike her legs around my hips.
Pleasure swirls deep in me, radiating out to tingle over my skin. I begin to thrust, the knot