BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance (18 page)

An elegant black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of us, and a young man with short blond hair and grey eyes opened the car’s door for us. He was brawny, and it was obvious he worked for Alexander, not just as a chauffeur, but as a bodyguard too.

I knew I should have refused, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. And this is how I found myself in the backseat of his car.

While we were travelling, Alexander gently caressed my palm with his thumb, which sent shivers along my spine and left me wanting more… My thoughts were heading in the wrong direction. I wanted to feel his fingers in my most intimate of places. It was like some invisible magic drew me to him.

“You have very delicate hands,” he whispered and gently kissed my fingers.

This gesture of attention gave me even more goose bumps. I closed my eyes and then quickly reopened them, instinctively pulling away my hand, and looked nervously at his driver. Alexander pressed some button, and a barrier of dark opaque glass slid up behind the driver seat, giving us some privacy.

“I hope you’re not feeling uneasy because of me?” he asked quietly. His voice was so soft, and his eyes… It was like he’d trapped me in a cage—I couldn’t look away.

He turned to me and caressed my face with the back of his hand, saying in a low whisper, “Don’t you feel it?”

Do I feel it?! Hell yes, I feel it, and how…

The muscles in my loins had tightened. I felt more aroused than I’d ever been before, and that scared me… It scared me a lot. But at the same time, I felt incredibly attracted to him.

My head was spinning.

“We’re… too different.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“How so? I’m strongly attracted to you, and I can tell you feel the same. Your body language, your eyes—they’re a dead giveaway. You can’t fool me.”

“I’m not trying to fool you, Alexander… We just… shouldn’t.”

“But why?”

“I’m afraid you’ll hurt me,” I admitted.

“How could you think I’d hurt you, for God’s sake? I’d never do that.” He ran his fingers through his hair apprehensively.

You will hurt me emotionally. I know it. I feel it.
I inhaled deeply and nervously crossed my legs, trying to dampen my arousal. This handsome man was attracting me too strongly.

An uncomfortable silence fell over us, so I decided to ask him some questions. “Tell me about yourself. Do you have any siblings?” I wanted to find out more about him, see behind the beautiful façade and get to know him better.

Immediately after my question, he let go of my hand and made his into a fist. A look of sadness contorted his features. There was nothing left of the man who had sat beside me just a second ago. His behavior confused me.

For God’s sake, what did I do?

Was this a response to my rebuffing him or to the question I’d asked? I didn’t get to find out, as he retreated into his shell and pulled away from me.

Maybe he doesn’t like to talk about his family.

“I’m sorry.” I continued. “I didn’t mean to… I… You don’t have to answer.”

“I have a brother who is studying abroad,” he replied sadly, gazing out the window.

I could read between the lines that there was much more to it. Something that was making him sad, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

We stopped in front of my building’s entrance. Alexander gracefully got out of the car to open the door for me and walk me to the front door.

I took the keys out of my handbag and said, “Thank you for getting me home.” I looked him in the eyes and it felt like he could see through me. He lifted his hand toward my face and gently stroked me, then leaned toward me and kissed me. He ran his tongue painfully slow across my lower lip and gently bit it. I moaned. The muscles between my legs tightened involuntarily. My breath quickened when our lips merged in a passionate, all-absorbing kiss.

I went weak at the knees and felt lightheaded.

No, nothing good was going to come out of what was happening.

With this thought, I tried to pull away from his embrace. “Alexander, I—”

“I can’t let you go home. Do you understand? I just can’t.” He interrupted me.

He was breathing heavily. He pressed his forehead against mine. One of his hands slid around my waist and he pulled me in while his other hand dug into my hair. A hot flush of ecstasy spread all over me. An irresistible feeling of passion started to surge in me. And he kissed me again, strongly, forcefully. His soft lips… his tongue pushing against mine… his fingers sliding across my thighs… Cloud nine! I didn’t want to, and couldn’t, tear myself away from him. It was as if invisible tentacles had gripped me and wouldn’t let me pull away. I was hypnotized. Weak and breathless, I only felt the melting pleasure across my body and my heart beating wildly. I wanted him.

We went into my apartment, I closed the door behind me, and he pushed me against it.

“Dammit, Alexia, I think I’m losing control… Tell me you want this too,” he whispered, his lips stuck to mine.

His words confused me. On the one hand, I was glad I could make him unable to control himself, but on the other, I’d never had sex with someone I barely knew.

“Tell me, please,” he murmured between kisses.

I felt his erect member pressing against my belly. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the passionate kisses he planted on my neck, behind my ears, on my shoulders.

“Yes, I want you,” I moaned, panting.

I was overexcited, my fingers trembling when I tried to unbutton his shirt. Finally, I managed to get past the buttons. Then it was the turn of those on the cuffs. I slid the shirt down his back. A beautiful view opened up before me—his wide shoulders, the highly defined muscles of his arms, chest, and belly. Dear God, what beauty, what manliness. I suddenly wanted to shower every last inch of him with kisses.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and took them off along with his black Boss boxers, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. His penis, in all its glory, appeared before me. My eyes widened at its sheer size.

Alexander noticed my surprise and a satisfied ghost of a smile flashed across his face.

“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt you,” he said reassuringly while unzipping my dress, which dropped down to my feet, followed by my bra.

He stood back and looked me up and down, enjoying the sight. He cupped my breasts, which were heavy from the excitement, and started to skillfully squeeze and massage them.

“Your skin is lovely, Alexia. It’s so smooth, like porcelain.” He stared at me with passion, desire, and a hint of admiration.

He gently flicked my nipples and they stiffened. Then he bent down and lightly caressed my belly with his tongue, drawing a line to the fine, short hairs on my pubis, which was visible through my lace panties.

Alexander dug his face between my legs and whispered, “Oh, baby, your scent is heavenly.” He stood, lifted me with ease, and carried me through the open door of the bedroom.

Slowly, he placed me on the bed and, between kisses, murmured, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Alexia?” his voice low and husky. He put his soft lips over mine and slid his tongue into my mouth, entwining it with mine.

He kissed me passionately, enticingly, which made me wrap my legs around him to press myself closer. I felt his massive penis, with only the fine lace of my panties as a barrier. He held my right breast with one hand and thirstily sucked on my nipple, while the other hand squeezed my butt. I moaned with pleasure and started to lift myself and rub my pelvis against him. I was feeling hotter and hotter and my clit was pulsing.

Alexander raised himself above me, leaving me breathless.

“No,” I protested. “I want you. Please.”

“Oh, baby, I want you too, just as much as you do. I just have to get you out of these panties,” he said, slowly sliding them down my legs.

He settled between my hips and his lips started to caress my sensitive skin, making a path of kisses toward my sex, which was already wet and yearning for him.

My desire increased even further. “Oh, Alexander, I want you inside me.”

“I have to get you ready so it doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m ready now, please.” I’d never before given myself to a man so shamelessly, but Alexander made me forget what shame was, forget the world outside—as if nothing else existed, just the two of us.

“Shh, have a little patience,” I heard him say while he was getting near my throbbing area. He touched my clit with his tongue and started to suck it.

“Oh my God,” I moaned.

He spread my labia with his thumbs and started to draw circles with his tongue, licking, teasing, and tormenting. I felt absolute pleasure. I opened my hips wide and lost myself in the strong sensation—I was seconds away from climaxing.

Nobody before had been able to make me come so quickly. His tongue moved ever swifter. He slid one of his fingers inside me, and the walls of my vagina tightened around it. My muscles were contracting each time he slid in and out. They were gripping it tightly, expressing my desire to reach the sublime end more quickly.

“Yes, my sweetness, do it… for me… yes.”

Hearing his words, a wave of pleasure engulfed me with such power that I started to shake all over. The sensation was very strong and pleasant, as if I’d been transported to heaven.

I still hadn’t recovered my senses from the astounding orgasm when I saw Alexander rolling a condom over his cock. He leaned over me, like a leopard over its prey, but he was very careful, sliding it inside me very gently. I felt his wide head on my slit, slowly stretching me until his entire penis filled me. This made us simultaneously moan from the pleasure we were experiencing. He started to move rhythmically. I dug my hands into his hair and pulled him to me. He gently put his palms on the sides of my face, our lips locked and our tongues dancing.

“Oh, it feels so good to be inside you, baby. You’re so tight,” he managed to murmur between kisses.

My pulse started to accelerate when his thrusts became faster… and more powerful.

I felt the contraction of the muscles between my legs. My labia thirstily gripped his cock.

“God,” I moaned shamelessly, aroused to the maximum. My breath merged with his. We were both drenched in sweat. I felt his fingers all over my body, no place left untouched by his caresses. He was incredibly gentle and at the same time very passionate. There was no doubt Alexander Kraftberg was a great lover who knew how to take a woman to that happy end.

I never thought I could feel such extreme pleasure.