Fated An Alpha Male Romance - K. Alex Walker Page 0,39
I’d assumed were still, shallow waters were dragging me beneath their perpetual depth.
I moved inside of her slowly, my eyes trailing over her body as I immersed myself deep between her legs, and then pulled out until she was reaching for me again. I used my tongue to part her lips and thumbed tears away from the corners of her eyes. I leaned into her and she held me tightly, locking her arms behind my back. I continued to deepen my strokes, not completely sure about where I was headed. All I knew was that I wanted to give her all of me, and I wanted to watch her willingly accept it.
When she began to tremble, I pumped my dick against the place that would take her over the edge. Then, I took in her orgasm with complete satisfaction, holding off my own climax almost to the point of pain so I could watch her body writhe and peak under the pinnacle of ecstasy. Her hips undulated, mimicking the waves of pleasure she felt traveling throughout and the same ripples I felt along my shaft still inside of her. She tugged at my shoulders, pulling me down so that she could press our lips together, and I began to move inside of her again.
I struggled to hold back, to extend the feeling of her warmth cloaking me as far into the night as I possibly could. Although I knew I would have her again, this moment was something different.
At the moment that I felt myself release inside of her, I knew that my seed hadn’t been the only thing I’d been trying — and failed — to hold back.
She pressed kisses all over my face, neck and shoulders, sweat from my body dripping onto hers as I tried, breathlessly, to fathom what had just occurred. But, my brain conceded to the fight. No rational thought was needed here. Just my arms as I pulled her into them, my lips as I pressed them into her hair, and my chest to obscure the evidence of my realization.
We spent the rest of the weekend doing things I never thought that I would do with a woman: making breakfast omelets, pancakes and waffles, building terrible snowmen, watching B-movies on Netflix, holding marshmallows on metal skewers over the fireplace, and listening to cheesy nineties music on Pandora while she told me about her and Gia’s sibling rivalry over Howie from the Backstreet Boys when they were in middle school.
It was the fastest couple of days that I’d ever experienced in my life and before I knew it, we were boarding the plane back to Louisiana. Elderly couples smiled at us and kids came right up to engage us in conversation at the terminal. Simply put, everything felt right with the world.
During the flight, my brain came out of hiding. Realization snuck around my doubt and apprehension to come to a screeching halt. By the time the plane landed at Louis Armstrong International, I realized that my crazy ass was in love.
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Roderick Q. Hamilton
I placed my fifth call of the night to Alexandra and again she didn’t pick up her phone. I was growing even more irate by the minute, but couldn’t let a room full of my constituents see me lose my cool. I would be facing even bigger frustrations as a Louisiana senator, which meant they would see me as unfit for the position if I allowed Alexandra to burrow any deeper beneath my skin.
I was curious, however, as to the reason she wouldn’t answer my calls. Why, all of a sudden, she was becoming increasingly fickle as the weeks went by. She’d basically etched out her own position on the ninth-ward village community advisory board as a way to ensure that I secured a spot in the juvenile diabetes fundraiser. Already, people were congratulating me for my commitment to address a problem that was spiraling out of control in our nation’s children. If this project went off without a hitch, I was pretty sure that it was going to solidify my place as a front-running candidate, and my eventual election to the seat.
However, joining the board meant staying late at work, sometimes five consecutive days in a row. It meant migraines and naps, albeit suspicious, at Gia’s house. It meant unanswered phone calls at hours that she should have been readily accessible. It left me wondering if she was trying to tell me that she’d become so upset over my complete preoccupation