She thought about poor Arnold and his tiny little store a block away. She’d never seen his family but she’d seen pictures his kids had drawn and thought she was a good judge of character. If someone was a thief, she’d know it, she told herself. “No!” she answered, her back stiffening. “Arnold isn’t like that!”
Alec grew more and more furious when she continued to defend a man who was most likely a criminal selling black market products. “Helen, give me his name!” he almost yelled.
Her hands were balled into fists at her sides and she shook her head, refusing to give him the information. “No. I don’t betray my friends!”
He couldn’t restrain his temper any longer. He pulled her roughly into his arms and glared down at her. “What about me, Helen? What if someone is swindling me?”
That scored a bull’s eye. She closed her eyes, not allowing herself to look at him. It was bad enough that her body was starting to melt in his arms, just his touch making her weak in the knees. “I think you need to leave.”
“Why?”
“So I can go find Arnold and warn him that some zillionaire businessman needs more money and is on the rampage looking for him,” she yelled back, trying to push out of his arms.
“You’re not going to find him, Helen,” he said, his mind going blank with the jealousy eating at him with every one of her words. “I’ll destroy any man who touches you,” he said a moment before his mouth covered hers.
Helen tried to resist him. And if he’d continued the brutal attack, she might have stood a tiny chance of doing so. As his mouth crushed hers, she pushed against his shoulders, punching his rock hard arms. In response, he lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall, his chest pressing against her breasts and she gasped at the contact. When his hands moved down her body, cupping her bottom, she wiggled, her mind no longer functioning. Then his hands moved from her bottom, to her legs, bringing each of her knees up, indicating that her legs should wrap around his hips. That was the end of her resistance. When she felt his hardness against her warmth, her arms stopped battling against him. Instead, they fought to bring him closer. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, her lips and tongue seeking his, finding him and tasting him, kissing him with everything inside of her. All the passion she’d been denying for so long was finally released and she reveled in his return desire.
She was uncontrollable. Her fingers delved into his hair, touching the softness, the only part of this man that wasn’t hard. When her fingers needed more stimulation, they ventured to the skin on his neck, feeling the textures and the heat, then needing more. Coming around his neck, she pulled at his tie, tearing it off his neck. As soon as he was free of that cumbersome material, her fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, tearing them open in her desperate need to feel him, to touch him and seek out more of his warmth.
She didn’t realize that he was doing the same thing. All she knew was that her mind had finished trying to cope with all the thousands of messages zinging to her brain and had shut down. Her body was on overload and reveling in it. She wanted more of him. When his fingers released the clasp on her bra, she arched back, feeling his fingers against her bare back. There was a moment of blackness but she didn’t realize he’d just pulled her shirt over her head. Only that the intensity had increased. His fingers were covering her breasts and she gasped, her fingers stilling in their excursion over his chest to revel in the feeling of another person touching her breast. No man had ever touched her there. None had been allowed beyond a kiss and Alec’s touches and kisses weren’t even in the same mediocre level as the other men she’d dated. Alec was beyond anything she’d ever imagined.
The world tilted and suddenly, she was on her bed, with Alec looming over her. He ripped off his shirt and tossed it somewhere behind him, then came back down over her. She inhaled sharply when she felt his hard, powerful chest against her bare breasts but didn’t slow down. Her hands, now free of the irritating restrictions his shirt had imposed, roamed freely, her nails biting into his muscles and shoulders when his mouth covered her nipple. She cried out and arched her back, giving him better access, wordlessly begging him to continue and he accepted the invitation. His teeth nibbled, his tongue soothed, then his lips sucked until she was a quivering mass of need. “Alec, can’t…..take anymore,” she gasped out, her hips lifting to press into his, unsure of what was going on, only knowing that the feelings that seemed to be ripping her apart were coalescing in her core.
He lifted up once again and she opened startled eyes to see him. But she couldn’t focus. All she saw was his intense gaze working on her belt, then his long fingers pulling her jeans off. She sighed with pleasure and lifted her arms, begging him to come back to her. He took only long enough to pull off his own pants and boxers, ripping off her underwear before coming back to her.
Helen’s legs parted instinctively for him, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Helen felt his hardness nudge at her core and shook her head, not sure if she could take anymore. “Alec, please, I can’t…” then she felt him enter her. It was slow and gradual and her eyes opened, amazed at the incredible feeling. She looked up at him, saw the sweat on his forehead and understood how hard it was to take this slowly.
Her hands reached up and touched his cheek and his mouth turned into the caress, kissing the palm of her hand. “I can’t slow down Helen,” he apologized and pushed all the way into her.
Helen felt the pain instantly, but it was quickly gone. She arched against him, her body immediately accommodating his size. She felt whole, as if this was what she was made for, what she’d been waiting for her whole life. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, her body arching into his touch, silently giving him the signal that she was okay.
Alec looked down at the beauty in his arms and couldn’t believe how perfect she felt. She was so tight, so incredible, so amazing that he wanted to both push into her, his body clamoring for release, but also move slowly, take her higher and make this first time perfect for her.
When she wrapped her arms around him, he moved in and out, watching her face for any sign that she was still in pain but her mouth formed an “o” of surprise and Alec breathed a sigh of relief. He moved again and felt her body shift slightly, then lift up against his. Taking it slowly, he moved, gradually increasing the tempo, driving her insane. He could feel her hands, her nails, her body urging him to go faster but he didn’t and when her body tightened against his, her screams of satisfaction drove him over the edge. Moments later, he found his own release, his arms pulling her legs higher and he couldn’t believe how long his orgasm lasted. It was as if every muscle in his body was completely replete and he collapsed on top of her.