Chapter Thirty-Five

Alfie

I can’t say I wasn’t hoping for this. Standing on stage in that concert hall and pouring my heart out in front of a crowd was a risk I took only because my fantasies ended exactly like this. Still, I wasn’t counting on it. I’m blown away and thrilled beyond measure.

My heart thunders as my large hands cradle her delicate face. Her emerald eyes gaze up at me, glimmering with emotion, full of warmth and forgiveness. Unable to resist a moment longer, I lower my head and capture her soft, parted lips with mine.

Sweet relief washes over me at reconnecting with my love after our rocky time apart. I kiss her slowly, tenderly, trying to pour all my repentance and devotion into this long-awaited caress.

She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my shaggy ruff to pull me closer. I feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest and smile against her mouth, overcome with gratitude and wonder that this amazing woman has taken me back.

When we finally break for air, I smooth back an errant lock of her hair and press my forehead to hers. “I’ve missed you so much. You were close enough to touch yet a million miles away,” I murmur, my voice rough with emotion. She gives a shaky exhale and nuzzles my cheek. Even that simple contact sends desire burning through my veins.

I know we should talk, there’s still much to discuss, but right now my body craves her with an urgency I can’t deny. Scooping her into my arms, I head for the bed, my heart singing with relief and joy. This time I will cherish her as she deserves, lavishing her with all the love and passion she awakens in me.

I lay her gently on the bed, my hands tracing her curves as I hover above her. Opening her arms, she invites me closer, and I can’t resist the temptation. Joining her on the bed, I press my lips against her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch. I trail kisses along her collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin as my hands roam over her body, reminding myself on a visceral level of every inch of her skin.

“God, Steph. I missed you.”

Her fingers find their way into my hair, tugging lightly, urging me to continue. Her touch electrifies my senses, sending shivers down my spine.

“Can’t wait.” My fingers grip the hem of her pink Labyrinth tee as I wait for her agreement. The moment she nods, I pull it up and off. With an unrestrained moan at seeing her in her lacy white bra, I don’t wait another moment to remove it.

“Damn, Steph. I…”

Having no words, I simply move lower, kissing a trail down her chest, reveling in the way she arches her back, offering herself to me completely. My lips find her hardened nipples, teasing them with delicate flicks of my tongue, pulling soft gasps of pleasure from her lips.

She runs her hands down my back, then grips my hips. I groan in response as desire pounds through me, then return to her hard, pink nipples. Plucking one while I nip and lick the other, she squirms beneath my adoring touch.

We move as one, maneuvering our clothes off in hasty motions until we’re both naked with my knees between her thighs. Our gazes catch as she opens herself even wider for me, a clear invitation.

I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her, to feel her essence on my tongue, to remind myself—remind us both—of our intimate connection. Slipping lower, I lean closer, my breath hot against her eager flesh.

The musky scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating me, driving me wild with desire. I let my tongue dart out, tasting her slowly, savoring every sweet, delicious moan that escapes her lips. My own groan of satisfaction, of coming home, joins hers.

Stephanie’s hands grip the sheets, her body arching off the bed as she loses herself in the moment. I continue to caress and tease her, my lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her cries of pleasure fill the room, music to my ears, and I revel in the knowledge that I’m the one who makes her feel this way.

I ease a finger into her slick heat, unable to stifle my breathy, “Fuck!” at the feel of her, at being welcomed inside her private spaces again.

“Alfie, I’m close.” As though to punctuate her remark, her walls flutter against my finger.

With her soles flat on the mattress, she thrusts herself closer to me, needing more. Pressing harder with my flicking tongue, I slide another finger inside her warm, wet channel. It’s another link in the chain that connects us, tying us together.

“More.”

No need to make her wait. She’s desperate to come. I add another finger and stroke faster until she flies over the edge, repeating my name over and over as she grips my horns as though I’m the tether keeping her from spiraling off this earth and into the heavens.

As her climax consumes her, I keep the same speed and tempo, working her through her release, milking it, feeling her inner walls spasming around my fingers, listening to her moans and half-spoken praises. It’s better music than anything I created on stage tonight.

When she’s spent, lying limply back on the mattress, I rise back up, my lips crashing onto hers as we share a deep, passionate kiss.

“Do you taste yourself, love? Taste yourself on me?”

Her tongue makes an exaggerated swipe along the seam of my lips, licking her honey from me, her gaze holding onto mine with a filthy expression on her face.

“You going to let me return the favor?” Without waiting, she reaches between us and grabs me at the root.

“No. Can’t wait. Need to be inside you.” I didn’t realize I’m so far gone that I can’t speak in sentences.

“What are you waiting for?” She tosses me a lazy smile, then lifts to bite my lower lip.

I slide the tip of my cock along her slick folds, watching her carefully to ensure her little clit isn’t so tender she can’t handle me right now. Her answer is clear when she grips my ass cheeks and urges me closer.

Our bodies meld, a perfect fit, as I enter her slowly, savoring the exquisite feeling of being gloved by her, being one with her.