Chapter 7

SEVEN

L ena's pulse raced as she followed Alex into his bedroom. The warmth of the room was comforting, but it did little to soothe her nerves. Alex led her to the king-size bed. He turned to face her, cupping her cheek in his hand. His eyes locked on hers, his gaze both intense and reassuring.

"Hey," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "There's no rush. We can slow down or even stop if you want to, okay?"

Lena's breath caught in her throat, but she managed a shaky nod. His concern for her well-being calmed her nerves, just a little. She placed her trembling hand on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her fingers.

Slowly, as if moving in a dream, she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips gently to his. A soft groan escaped him as he instantly deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, each movement igniting a fire within them both.

Alex's hands began to roam, first at her waist, then up her back, fingertips lightly brushing against her bare skin. Lena's breath hitched as he unzipped her dress. She stepped out of the garment pooled at her feet and stood before him in only her lacy underwear and matching bra, her cheeks flushed.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. He tugged at his shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. He then unbuckled his slacks, sliding them down his legs. Lena's eyes widened at the sight of him, both aroused and intimidated.

"We can take this slow," he reassured her, laying her on the bed, "I don't want to ever make you uncomfortable, Lena."

She smiled shyly, her fingers trembling as she started inching his boxers down his thighs. "I-I want this," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex's response was a growl of approval as he joined her on the bed, one hand caressing her cheek, the other brushing against her thighs, teasing her with featherlight touches. He kissed his way down her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone, and lower until he reached her breast still covered by a black lace bra. In a swift movement, he popped the front clasp open.

"Perfection," he said then dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth. Lena moaned as Alex teased and worshipped her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his skilled ministrations, and she couldn't help but arch her back, craving more of his attention. He was her anchor, her sanctuary, and her undoing all in one devastatingly handsome package.

Alex's lips trailed down her stomach, his tongue flickering over her heated flesh, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. Lena's toes curled, her nails digging into the sheets as he teased her with the promise of more. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she wanted him, needed him, more than she'd ever wanted anyone.

Alex slid his fingers beneath her panties, caressing her silky folds. Lena gasped, her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He knew just where to touch, just how to make her body sing, and she couldn't help but cry out his name. The sweet friction of his fingers against her pussy sent heat pulsing through her body, and she clung to him for support as he sent her spiraling toward the edge of oblivion.

"Alex," she moaned, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Oh God, Alex... don't stop..."

Lena felt her cheeks flush and her body convulse as an orgasm ripped through her. Alex crawled up her body and settled between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her aching core.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid into her, filling her completely, melding their bodies as one. United, they moved together as one, their passion intense and wild, yet also tender and caring. Lena's world narrowed to the sensation of Alex's body against hers, the feel of his heart pounding in time with hers.

Lena's climax built, unstoppable and intense, like a wave crashing against the shore. Together, they plunged over the edge, their bodies shuddering and trembling in the throes of ecstasy, their cries muffled by the rustling trees.

As their breathing eased, they lay entangled, their naked forms pressed against each other's, their hearts beating as one.