19

Liliana

I turned and ran my hands up Alistair’s chest. As I looked into his eyes, I knew I was about to experience what I had desired for so long.

It wasn't fair, really. I was leaving tomorrow. The timing couldn't have been worse.

But I couldn't resist, not after the words he murmured in my ear.

"I can't fight this anymore," I said, my voice trembling.

My heart thudded loudly in my ears.

"Then don't," he whispered.

He brushed his lips against mine. The softness of his kiss and how careful he was being with me made my breath catch in my throat. And then he kissed me more forcefully, making my mouth yield against his.

Alistair let out a low groan that vibrated through me as he pulled me flush against him.

I moaned into the kiss as he bent me back, his hands sliding from my hips to grip my ass. Alistair licked his way into my mouth, his tongue twining with mine.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the feeling of Alistair's strong arms around me, his lips sealed over mine. I lost myself in the kiss, all the suppressed tension between us finally breaking free like a dam bursting.

There was only this moment, this connection neither of us could resist any more. I didn't know what tomorrow held, but tonight, I was finally where I belonged.

Alistair gripped my ass and lifted me. He slid a couple of dishes into the sink and sat me on the countertop, parting my legs to pull me tight against him. I wrapped my legs around him and ground myself forward against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Liliana,” he gasped into the kiss, as I cupped his face and curled myself forward, eager for more contact between my body and his.

He slid his hands up my thighs, inside my skirt, his warm grip on my hips making me eager for more.

Then he kissed down my jaw and throat to bury his face in my cleavage, popping my top button loose as he kissed my chest. He kissed across until he could mouth one of my hard nipples through my shirt and bra.

I arched my back and pressed my aching core against him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I admitted, my face heating up with both excitement and the shame that saying it made me feel.

But Alistair seemed to understand. He lifted his face, nodding, as he captured my mouth in another hungry kiss.

My back arched on its own. I wanted to lean back, let him kiss me anywhere he wanted, but the upper cabinets kept me from being able to move too much. Alistair must have sensed it, because he lifted me, sliding me from the counter into his arms to turn and set me on the table where we’d just had dinner.

“So fucking beautiful,” Alistair growled as he started kissing his way down my throat again, this time sliding a hand inside my shirt and bra to cup my breast. He unbuttoned my shirt with his other hand while I squirmed on the hard table.

With my shirt open, he pulled my bra down and out of the way to lick my nipple and suck hard. I tossed my head back at the delicious pull, then I gasped when he pushed my skirt up and slid both hands slowly against my thighs.

As he sucked my nipples, teasing them, I leaned back on my hands and let him have free reign over me.

He kissed his way down my stomach. I shuddered as his fingers caressed my inner thighs, pushing my legs open.

“Alistair, I need you,” I said, reaching to undo the button of his jeans.

He captured my wrists, slowly pushing me back until I was laying on the table, and slid my hands above my head.

“Please,” I whispered, writhing under him.

“Baby, I need you too. More than you know.” He kissed up my chest, nuzzling my neck. “But I only get one night with you.”

The need to feel him inside me was so overwhelming, I was shaking.

He gently kissed my lips, pinning one of his hands over my wrists.

“I’m going to take my time finding out what makes you tick,” he said, brushing his thumb over my lower lip.

Then he slid his hand down my neck, wrapping it around my throat. My breath hitched and his eyes flickered.

His hand continued to travel slowly down my body, making me shudder under his touch. He cupped me before running his thumb up my center in a slow firm stroke.

“Ah!” I cried out as pleasure jolted through me from the sudden contact.

“I want to know what drives you wild,” he murmured in my ear as his thumb circled my clit through my wet panties.

His face hovered inches above mine, his dark eyes fluttering over my features as he watched for my reactions to his touches. I whimpered as he continued to explore between my legs, moaning when he hit a spot of nerves.

“And when I find it,” he whispered, pressing his thumb down on the spot, keeping his eyes on me as I came close to the edge.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good you’re never going to forget me.”

“Alistair,” I shouted when an intense rush of pleasure overtook me.

I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. He continued to stroke me through the wet fabric as I came down from my high. When I opened my eyes, he was watching me intensely, breathing heavily.

He sealed his lips over mine and kissed me slowly as he slipped his thumb under my panties, feeling my slick center. He groaned and deepened the kiss.

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured against my lips as he continued to stroke me. “I want to taste you.”

I could barely stand the anticipation. I propped up onto my elbows, watching him kiss down until his face was between my legs.

His eyes darkened with lust as he pulled my panties to the side. He glanced up at me with a cocky half-smile before his tongue slipped into my folds.

I hissed in pleasure at the feel of his tongue against me. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over my thighs, tugging me closer to his mouth.

Alistair moaned and sucked at me lightly, a thumb sliding along my crease.

“So fucking good,” he said before slipping his tongue into me in a few slow thrusts.

I cried out in pleasure and surprise.

He growled as he sealed his lips over my clit, sucking gently. He pushed his finger inside me, slowly massaging my front wall.

I started seeing stars.

Alistair’s tongue sought out every part of me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. He cupped my breast with one hand, teasing my nipple with his thumb, while he finger-fucked me with his other hand.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling self-conscious at the sounds I was trying to hold back. Alistair noticed and kissed my inner thigh.

Then he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor.

“I want to hear you, baby,” he said, kissing my other thigh. “I want to hear you let go.”

He worked me with his tongue and fingers again. I usually didn’t make much noise during sex, but I couldn’t have held back any longer even if I’d wanted to. Alistair sucked my clit and pushed a second finger inside me, triggering the pleasure he’d been building.

I shouted as the orgasm rippled through me. He sucked and licked me all throughout, and I could feel his hot breath against me as he growled when I cried out a second time.

I arched my back and pressed myself against his mouth, riding out the pleasure and squeezing around his thick fingers inside me.

Alistair had me worked into a frenzy I hadn’t felt with any other man. No orgasm had ever been more exciting or satisfying. Yet I wanted more.

I wasn’t going to settle for his tongue and fingers inside me.

I sank my fingers into his short hair as the last wave of pleasure left my thighs trembling. He lifted his face, licking his bottom lip, then he rose and pressed his mouth against mine so fast I gasped.

He gathered me into his arms as easily as if I was a rag doll. I wrapped my legs around him and hung on while he carried me to my bedroom.

He had his shirt off and tossed aside by the time I unfastened his fly and helped him push his jeans down. I dragged his briefs down his thighs, and when his thick cock was free, I caught the head in my mouth.

“Liliana,” he gasped in shock, instantly tangling his fingers in my hair and rocking his hips forward for more. He was thick in my mouth, longer than I could fully take in, but I did my best. I swirled my tongue around the shaft and licked beneath the head, trying to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me.

His fist closed in my hair and he tugged gently to get me to look up at him. I’d never seen more than a peek of his tattoo before—it was a few wild horses running, their manes blown back, in a scene that spread across his chest. A growling wolf with narrowed eyes covered the shoulder and bicep of one arm.

Alistair was muscular and fit, things I’d always known, but seeing him naked made it obvious just how head-to-toe gorgeous he was.

I took him deeper in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled as he pulled back, as if he couldn’t contain himself if I continued.

He lifted me to my feet and kissed me. “I can’t wait to have you.”

I wanted to tell him he could. He could have me as soon as he could manage if he let me give him an orgasm like he’d given me. Yet I forgot everything but how his kiss was making me feel.

My core throbbed in need, eager to know what his cock felt like buried inside me. I could imagine it. I’d thought about it enough times, after all. But I really didn’t want to wait anymore either.

Alistair was so different from other men I’d been with. Sex had never been so easy. There were no awkward transitions, no pauses for him to preen and try to impress me. He simply laid me back and slid into position, all the while kissing me like he couldn’t bring himself to put any space between us.

I cupped his face in my hands, then his neck. He lifted my leg and pressed against me, so I put an arm over his shoulder for leVeronicage. Then he kissed my neck and slowly pushed inside me while I arched up and met his thrust.

Everything was so easy, so effortless, like we were always meant to come together this way. Like two puzzle pieces, carved into shapes that perfectly aligned.

“Alistair,” I moaned as he filled me completely and stayed there, his harsh breaths against my neck. “Yes.”

He kissed up my jaw to take my mouth again as he started to move in slow, easy thrusts. He trembled like he was holding back.

I wrapped my arms around his body, my hands pressed against his back, and pulled him into me again and again with my legs around his hips. He panted against my mouth as he sped up, driving into me in his need.

“You feel so good,” he breathed against my lips.

I held him tighter and squeezed around his cock, seconds away from coming again. He thrust deep, driving a shout from me as I reached the edge.

His next thrust sent me over, my second orgasm jolting through me even more intensely than the first. When my inner muscles clamped around him, Alistair shouted and snapped his hips, holding himself deep inside me as he came.

He pounded into me, riding out his pleasure and drawing mine out until I lay there, trying to catch my breath, flinching with the little bursts of pleasure as my orgasm faded.

Alistair didn’t roll away as soon as he was finished. He cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply, with such care, bringing us both down as our heartbeats slowed together. Then he slid onto his side and pulled me into his arms.

I think neither of us knew what to say, or we didn’t want to break the spell by speaking. We lay there quietly for a long time with Alistair stroking my hair and me rubbing the skin at his waist.

I was suddenly nervous at the thought that Alistair might head home soon.

“Stay?” I asked.

“I’m not going anywhere. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than right next to you.” He wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

After a moment, he rolled onto his elbow and looked down at me.

His eyes moved down my body as I lay there. I suddenly felt self-conscious with him openly perusing me. I reached for the sheets, trying to pull it over my body.

“Stop,” he said softly, tugging it to keep me from covering up. “Let me look at you.”

“Alistair…,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous as he reached for my arm that was now covering my chest.

“I’ve seen it all already if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckled.

“Liliana, you’re beautiful,” he said, his face becoming serious. “I want to remember you.”

I slowly lowered my arms, letting his eyes devour me.

He pulled me to him, cradling my cheek in his hand. He kissed me softly.

“How tired are you?” He asked.

I glanced up at him with a smile, understanding his meaning. “I can probably be convinced to stay awake.”

He kissed me again, and sleep couldn’t have been further from my mind.

Sunrise couldn’t have been far off by the time we both started to fade.

"I wish this could be the beginning for us," I murmured, my eyelids heavy.

The last thing I remembered thinking before I fell asleep was again how it really wasn’t fair that this happened the night before I had to leave. And that I was grateful it had. After wanting Alistair for so long, I would have that one amazing night to remember for the rest of my life.

As much as it killed me, I knew I had to let him go.