The Mister

by James, E L

  My body responds.

  Fuck.

  I want her. I want her now. I’ve wanted her forever.

  I tilt her head back and move one hand to hold the nape of her neck, my fingers still in her hair. With the other hand, I circle her waist and pull her against the length of my body. I deepen the kiss, my lips more insistent. Alessia lets out a little gasp, and I seize the moment and tease her tongue with the tip of mine. She tastes as sweet as she looks, and she moans.

  I light up like Piccadilly Circus.

  She pushes at my chest, suddenly breaking our kiss, and stares up at me with a dazed, astonished look.

  Shit. What’s this?

  She’s breathless, flushed, and her pupils are dilated….

  Man, she’s exquisite. I don’t want to let her go. “You okay?”

  A shy smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, and she nods.

  Does she mean yes or no?

  “Yes?” I want clarification.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “Have you ever been kissed?”

  “Only by you.”

  I don’t know what to say to this.

  “Again,” she beseeches me, and I need no further prompting. My grief is a distant memory. I’m firmly in the now with this beautiful, innocent young woman. My fingers tighten in her hair, and I ease her head back so that her mouth is once more raised to mine. I kiss her again, tempting her lips apart with my tongue, and this time I’m met with the tip of hers.

  I growl deep in my throat, my arousal complete, straining against black denim.

  Her hands slide up my biceps, and she clings to me as our tongues stroke and tease and taste each other. Over and over.

  I could kiss her all day.

  Every day.

  I slide my hand down her back to her perfect behind.

  Oh. God.

  Placing my palm on her backside, I push her against my erection.

  She gasps and frees her lips from our kiss but doesn’t let me go. She’s breathing hard, eyes the color of night, wide and shocked.

  Fuck.

  I hold her startled gaze and, summoning every ounce of my self-control, I ask, “Do you want to stop?”

  “No,” she says quickly.

  Thank fuck.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  She shakes her head.

  “This?” I ask, and press my hips against her.

  She gasps.

  “Yes, beautiful. I want you.”

  Her lips part as she inhales.

  “I want to touch you. Everywhere,” I whisper. “With my hands. With my fingers. With my lips. And with my tongue.”

  Her eyes darken.

  “And I want you to touch me,” I add in a husky tone.

  Her mouth forms a perfect, soundless O. But her gaze shifts from my eyes to my mouth to my chest and back to my eyes.

  “Too fast?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. And fists her fingers in my hair and tugs, drawing my lips back to hers.

  “Ah,” I murmur against the corner of her mouth as pleasure rushes down my spine to my groin. “That’s right, Alessia. Touch me. I want you to touch me.” I crave her touch.

  She kisses me and hesitantly pushes her tongue between my lips. And I take all that she’s got to give.

  Oh, Alessia.

  We kiss. And kiss until I think I’m going to burst. I skirt the waistband of her pajamas and slip my hand inside against the warm, soft skin of her behind. She stills for a second, then grips my hair firmly, tugging hard, and kisses me with ardor—greedy and feverish.

  “Easy,” I breathe. “Let’s take this slow.”

  She swallows and places her hands on my arms, looking a little abashed.

  “I like your hands in my hair,” I reassure her, and to make amends I run my teeth along her jawline up to her ear. Her moan is soft and husky as her head falls into the palm of my hand.

  It’s music to my dick.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, and my fingers clench in her hair, tugging gently. Her chin lifts, and I anoint the underside of her throat with feather-light kisses until I reach her ear. With my other hand, I squeeze her behind, as my lips seek hers once more, my tongue teasing and exploring her mouth, giving and taking as her lips learn mine and I learn hers. I trail kisses down her neck to where her pulse beats fast and furious beneath her skin.

  “I want to make love to you,” I whisper.

  Alessia stills.

  I cradle her face with both hands and brush her lips with my thumb. “Talk to me. Do you want to stop?” She bites her top lip, and her eyes dart toward the window, where the sky is color-washed with a splash of pink from the coming dusk. “No one can see us,” I assure her.

  Her smile is hesitant, but she whispers, “Do not stop.”

  I stroke her cheek with the backs of my fingers and lose myself in her dark, dark gaze. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She nods.

  “Tell me, Alessia. I need to hear you say it.” I kiss the corner of her mouth once more, and she closes her eyes.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Oh, baby,” I murmur. “Wrap your legs around me.” I clasp her waist and lift her, easily. She puts her hands on my shoulders. “Legs. Round me.” Face shining with what I hope is lust and excitement, she hooks her legs around my waist, and her arms circle my neck.

  “Hold on.”

  I take the stairs while she kisses my throat.

  “You smell good,” she says, as if to herself.

  “Oh, sweetheart, so do you.”

  I set her down beside the bed and kiss her again.

  “I want to see you.” My hands find the hem of her football shirt. Gently I pull it up and over her head. Even though she’s wearing a bra, she crosses her arms in front of her breasts as her hair falls in a dusky, curling cascade to her waist.

  She’s shy.

  She’s innocent.

  She’s stunning.

  I’m aroused and touched at once, but I want her to feel comfortable.

  “Do you want to do this in the dark?”

  “No,” she says immediately. “Not the dark.”

  Of course. She hates the dark.

  “Okay. Okay. I get it,” I reassure her. “You’re gorgeous.” My voice is filled with breathless wonder as I discard her shirt on the floor. I smooth her hair off her face, my hands finding her chin. I gently kiss her again and again until she relaxes, splaying her hands on my chest and kissing me back. Her fingers bunch in my sweater, and she tugs.

  I peer down at her. “You want me to take this off?”

  She nods with enthusiasm.

  “For you, beautiful, anything.” I drag my sweater and T-shirt off and drop them beside her Arsenal FC top. She glances from my eyes to my naked chest, and I stay still…letting her look. “Touch me,” I whisper.

  She gasps.

  “I want you to. I don’t bite.”

  Not unless you ask me to…

  Her eyes light up, and carefully she places her hand over my heart.

  Fuck.

  I’m sure it somersaults beneath her fingers.

  I close my eyes, enjoying the searing sensation.

  She leans forward and kisses my skin where my heart is thundering.

  Yes.

  I sweep her hair off her neck and skim my lips down her throat and across her shoulder to her bra strap. I smile against her fragrant skin. Her bra is pink. With my thumb and finger, I ease her strap off her shoulder as her ragged breathing fills my ears.

  “Turn around,” I murmur. Alessia raises heated eyes to mine and turns so her back is against my front. She crosses her arms, covering herself once more. I scoop her hair from her other shoulder and kiss her neck
while slipping my other arm around her and across her belly and grasping her hip. I pull her against me so my erection is cradled at the top of her behind.

  I groan in her ear and she squirms against me.

  Fuck. Me.

  With great care I ease down her remaining strap, skimming my fingers across her shoulder and pressing tender, wet kisses in their wake on her skin.

  Her skin is soft. And fair. And almost flawless.

  She has a little mole at the base of her neck beneath the chain that holds her gold cross. I kiss it. Her scent is clean and wholesome. “You smell wonderful,” I murmur between kisses as I undo her bra. Moving my arm up her body, I feel the weight of her breasts on my forearm. She sucks in a breath and holds her bra against her body with crossed arms.

  “Easy,” I murmur, and while I hold her close, I skim my fingers down her stomach and between her hips. Then dip my thumb into the waistband of her pajamas and glide it along her belly as I tease her earlobe with my teeth.

  “Zot,” she moans.

  “I want you,” I whisper, and nip her again. “And I do bite.”

  “Edhe unë të dëshiroj.”

  “English.” I kiss that spot behind her ear and slip my hand inside her pajamas and slide my fingers over her sex.

  She’s shaved!

  She stiffens against me, but I graze my thumb over her clitoris. Once. Twice. Three times. Four, and she throws her head back against my shoulder and whimpers.

  “Yes,” I whisper, and continue stroking her. Teasing her. Arousing her. With my fingers.

  She drops her arms, her bra sliding to the floor, and she grabs my legs, pulling at my jeans and clenching her hands around the material. Her mouth drops open, her eyes are screwed shut, and she’s panting.

  “Yes, baby. Feel it.” I tease her ear with my teeth. And she bites her upper lip as my fingers continues to tantalize her.

  “Të lutem, të lutem, të lutem.”

  “English.”

  “Please. Please,” she rasps.

  And I continue to give her what she wants. What she needs.

  Her legs start to tremble. And I tighten my arm around her. She’s close.

  Does she know?

  “I’ve got you,” I whisper, and her grasp on me tightens so she’s almost cutting off the circulation to my legs. She whimpers and suddenly cries out as her body slowly convulses, and she comes apart in my arms.

  I hold her through her orgasm, and she sags against me.

  “Oh, Alessia,” I whisper at her ear, and, lifting her into my arms, I draw back the quilt and lay her down on the bed. Her hair fans out like a wild mane over the pillows and down over her breasts, concealing all but her dark pink nipples from me.

  Fuck.

  Bathed in the soft, rosy light from the gathering dusk, she’s exquisite—even in SpongeBob pajama trousers. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” I ask, and she turns astonished eyes to mine.

  “Ua,” she whispers. “No. English. Wow.”

  “Wow. Yes.” My jeans feel several sizes too small, and I want to rip off her pajamas and bury myself in her. But she needs time. I know this. I wish my cock understood. Not taking my eyes off hers, I undo the top button and unzip the fly of my jeans to give my erection some much-needed room.

  Maybe I should remove them.

  Leaving on my underwear, I slip my jeans off and drop them on the floor. I take a deep breath and try to bring my breathing under control.

  “May I join you?” I ask.

  Eyes wide, she nods, and I need no further encouragement. I lie down beside her, propped up on my elbow. I take a strand of her hair, marveling at its softness, and wind and unwind it around my fingers.

  “You like?” I ask.

  She smiles, a shy but carnal smile. “Yes. I like.” And her tongue quickly skims her top lip. I stifle my groan, and, reaching up, I run the back of my index finger down her cheek, along her chin and down her neck. My fingers stop at her little gold cross.

  The sight of it makes me pause.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.

  Her fathomless eyes stare into mine, and I feel exposed, like she’s scrutinizing my soul. It’s sobering. I feel far more naked than I am.

  She swallows. “Yes.”

  “If there’s anything you don’t like. Or you don’t want to do. Tell me. Yes?”

  She nods and reaches up to caress my face. “Maxim,” she whispers, and I lean down and brush her lips with mine. She groans, and she threads her hands through my hair, and her tongue tentatively touches and moistens my top lip. Desire scorches through me like wildfire. I hold her chin and deepen our first horizontal kiss. I want her. All of her. Now. Here.

  I revel in her response and her kiss. Exploring. Tasting. Wanting.

  Abandoning her mouth, I trail my lips down her chin, down her throat, and along her sternum. With my hand I sweep her hair aside, revealing my goal. She gasps, her fingers pressed to my scalp as I gently lave her nipple and pull it into my mouth. And suck. Hard.

  “Ah,” she cries.

  I blow gently on it, and she writhes beside me. I skim my hand over her hip and up to her other breast. Cupping it gently, I fondle and squeeze and marvel at how responsive she is when I brush the peak with my thumb. In a split second, her nipple is tall and rigid, matching its twin. She moans, and her hips start to move to a rhythm I know so well. I skate my hand down her body, caressing her as I go and continuing to tease her breasts with my lips.

  My fingers slip under her waistband and she pushes her sex into my hand. I have her. In the palm of my hand. I groan. She’s wet.

  She’s ready.

  Fuck.

  Slowly, slowly, I ease my finger inside her.

  She’s tight. And wet.

  Yes.

  I withdraw my finger and ease it into her once more. “Ah,” she mewls, and she tenses and fists the sheets.

  “Oh, baby, I want you so much.” My lips are between her breasts. “I’ve burned for you since I first saw you.”

  Her body rises to meet my hand, and she tips her head back against the pillow. I kiss her stomach and leave a wet trail of possession down her skin, to her navel. I circle it with my nose while my fingers move in and out of her. I kiss her belly and run my tongue from hip to hip.

  “Zot…”

  “Time to say good-bye to these,” I murmur against her belly. Removing my hand from inside her, I sit up.

  “I never thought…” she says, but her voice fades as I ease her pajamas down her legs, then toss them on top of my jeans.

  “Wow,” I whisper. She’s finally naked in my bed and she’s sexy as hell. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “But you were lying down on your front.”

  “Okay.” Well, this might be an education.

  I yank my underwear off, finally freeing my straining cock. And before the sight of my erection can shock or alarm her, I lean over and kiss her. Really kiss her, pouring all my want and need into her first fully naked kiss. She responds, her lips greedy, kissing me back. I caress her waist, and my hand slides down to her hip, pulling her soft, sweet body against me. With my knee I ease her legs apart. Her body rises to meet mine as her hands grasp my head once more. Tasting her skin, I skim my lips down her throat to her gold cross. I twirl it with my tongue, enjoying the taste, while my hand moves once more to capture her perfect, shapely breast.

  She moans when my thumb brushes over her nipple and it rises to a sweet bud beneath my touch. My lips follow, kissing and tugging gently.

  “Oh Zot,” she whines, tightening her fingers in my hair.

  I don’t stop. Restless and eager, my mouth moves from one nipple to the other, tugging, licking, kissing…sucking. She squirms and whimpers beneath me, and my hand trav
els south to my ultimate goal. Alessia stills as my fingers brush over her sex, her breathing broken and rapid.

  Yes.

  She’s wet. Still.

  My thumb finds the ultimate prize, and I circle her clitoris, again and again, and gradually I ease one finger inside her once more. Her hands stray from my head, stroking my back, and then she runs her fingernails over my shoulders and digs in. But I persist, moving my finger in and out, building the rhythm while my thumb grazes and circles her clitoris over and over.

  Her hips are flexing in that age-old beat, and her legs stiffen beneath me. She’s close. Abandoning her breasts, I kiss her mouth and tug her lower lip with my teeth. She clenches her fists against my shoulders as her head rolls back.

  “Alessia,” I whisper as she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her. I hold her close as her body quivers with aftershocks, and then I kneel between her legs. She opens dark eyes that gaze up at me in clouded wonder.

  Reaching for a condom, trying to keep my body in check, I whisper, “Are you ready? It’ll be quick.”

  Might as well be truthful.

  She nods.

  I reach for her chin. “Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  Thank. Fuck.

  I rip the packet with my teeth and roll on the condom, and for a horrible moment I think I’m going to come here and now.

  Fuck.

  I bring my cock under control and cover her body with mine, keeping my weight on my elbows.

  She closes her eyes and tenses beneath me.

  “Hey,” I whisper, and kiss her eyelids in turn. Her arms circle my neck, and she whimpers.

  “Alessia.” Her lips find mine, and she kisses me hungrily. Feverishly. Desperately. And I can hold off no more.

  Slowly. Slowly. Slowly, I sink into her.

  Oh. Good. God.

  Tight. Wet. Heaven.

  She cries out, and I still. “Okay?” I rasp as I let her adjust to my intrusion.

  “Yes,” she breathes after a beat.

  I’m not sure whether or not to believe her, but I take her at her word and begin to move. Into her. Once. Twice. Thrice. Again. And again. I rock against her.

  Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.

  I want to prolong this forever.

  She groans, and her hips begin to move in a fitful, fledgling counterpoint.