Max pushed at his jacket with some force, helping him remove it as his boots hit the floor with a couple of thuds. She yanked at his tee shirt, pulling it up between them. Unwilling to have anything but skin between them, and with a feral stare, Alec pulled his shirt over his head, the black cotton ruffling his dark blonde hair in the process, and discarded the unwanted item. Even though his hair was mussed, Max found the determination in his eyes beyond sexy. She reached up to him and played with his hair. She felt as though her insides were glowing.
Everything slowed, as if Alec's mind was forcing the slow-down to take in what was happening, burn it into his brain, so that even if he lived one hundred years and found himself old and decrepit in some basement somewhere, having suffered at the hands of Alzheimer's, or frontal lobotomy, or re-indoctrination, or Psy-Ops, he would never forget one single detail of this experience. Not how she smelled – both like clean skin and slight vanilla; not how she tasted – like a mixture of cherries and salty fire; not how she felt – smooth and warm, melted and wet, fitting perfectly against his body; not how she sounded – every needful whimper, wild mewl, uncontrolled purr, violent vibration, rough growl, gasping inhale and demanding grunt would be the only vocabulary he knew; and definitely not how she looked – like a lean and voluptuous seductress, her eyes burning into him as if to suggest he was about to learn every secret she ever kept, mental, physical and emotional, her brunette silken hair flowing through his fingers, her lips swollen from all the kissing and sucking, and god, her body.
Alec's mind made fireworks appear as he concentrated on Max. He looked down at her, writhing underneath him on top of the white comforter, with hooded brown eyes, wanting him, needing him. Here I am, in someone's shabby old apartment, looking down into the endlessly chocolaty eyes of an angel, an angel resting on the clouds. Alec smiled, not the usual smirk that crooked his lips up on one side, the one with the twinkle of danger, but a different smile; this was the smile which encompassed desire, appreciation, passion and freedom. He was free because of her, because she came into his life and opened his eyes to something greater than the world of Manticore.
Alec lowered himself to her and kissed her sweetly and aggressively, tasting her as if he had a newfound purpose to be a contradiction, to share that part of him with her. She could expect no less, anyway. He was cocky, arrogant at times, but he was also noble and a leader. Such an alpha. His body was hard and sculpted like a soldier's should be, but when he looked at her, he was filled with a compassion and softness. It turned her on more than he realized - the paradox that was Alec. He was game for any mission, a delivery in the roughest part of the city, and a beer at Crash any night. If he licks his lips one more time, he's gonna get it, she thought.
Running her open palm over his beautifully charged muscles, Max kissed him back, more openly than anyone else she had ever kissed. How sick is it that I want to thank Manticore for their years of regimented exercise and training? She thought, working her hands over his belt. As she loosed the leather and pulled the strap out of the buckle, she felt her way past his belly button and grasped his stiffness, unconsciously licking her own lips and causing him mental anguish. His mind cooked up another sexy scenario as he closed his eyes to her hand's massaging. He growled at her, the rumble letting her know she'd done something unbearably sexy.
Alec scooped under her and pulled her effortlessly to a sitting position, which to his chagrin forced her to stop gripping his manhood, and lifted her cerulean top up and over her head, her long dark hair spilling out of the neck hole last and falling to her shimmering skin. He tossed her shirt over his shoulder and peered down at Max's chest. Her black satin bra was the only item of clothing between their chests, now.
Alec slipped a finger under the strap at her shoulder. The strap caught on his digit and he slowly slid it off her shoulder, descending on her shoulder and kissing along the path his fingertips had just trekked. He's making a touch-memory map of my body, she thought. He repeated the action on the other strap, then tried to lay her back onto the bed. She didn't budge.
Instead, Max pulled him toward her in another kiss, and managed to swing him around onto the bed so he was lying underneath her. She raised herself onto her knees and straddled him. With the weight of her directly positioned over his solid erection, he ached with desire, but he was going to make sure this night lasted as long as possible. He mentally willed himself to hold back. You can do this, he instructed himself. You can hold back, until… He groaned as Max rubbed her body into his.
Alec sat up on the bed and brushed his hands up her back, pulling her into an embrace as he kissed between her breasts and up toward her collarbone. Her hands instantly found his head and she raked through his hair, holding his head to her as she tilted her head back, allowing him access to her neck and throat.
Instead of accepting the access, Alec used his chin to push the top of her bra down, revealing her dark, perfectly round areolas. The sudden availability of her nipples to him and the coldness of the room created an arousing contradiction on the surface of her skin. She put him in this position so she could pleasure him, but he had somehow turned that around. She melted against him, his mouth finding its first target.
He agonized over her areola, flicking at the tip of her nipple until it became erect and hard like a pencil's eraser, then took the whole of it into his mouth and pressed it in with his tongue as if depressing a button, then sucked on it again until it popped out and she screamed out in anticipation, writhing in his lap, grinding against him.
With her nipple still in his mouth, he gently held it between his teeth and sucked in air, making it cold and hard again. Oh, God, she thought, imagining his mouth switching sides at random. She mewled at the idea, then let out a soft scream as he enveloped her left nipple in his warm mouth and began the teasing all over again. She rocked in place, rubbing herself along his length. He topped off the flicking, licking, kissing and sucking with one final luscious kiss on the tip of her nipple, and then backed away.
Max looked down to discover he had removed her bra entirely. Without her even noticing. She smiled and pushed him back onto the bed. With his head propped on the pillows, she pushed him again, as if to say stay. She started to back up, rocking from side to side, shimmying down the front of him, and leaned down so her arms were outstretched at his head and her nipples were riding along his chest, caressing him, and his chest stroking her nipples. About halfway down, she bent down the rest of the way and bit his nipple a little more than gently. He hummed approval as she licked at the 'injury.'
She continued down the path, her fingertips pressing long streaks down his chest, until she reached his jeans. She blew air at his stomach as if whistling, and he shivered uncontrollably. Where is she going? he thought. She unbuttoned his jeans and drew his zipper down using her teeth. He stared down at her with an aching astonishment. Then she grabbed the material, including his – he was right, now soaked – boxers, and pulled them off his legs.
At the sight of him, her eyes grew darker. If she'd had known what he was packing, she probably wouldn't have kicked him square in the nuts those months ago. She wondered if he remembered that, or if he could remember that in his current state. She wondered if all transgenics were blessed with genetically sculpted pieces, and if it was Manticore's intention to make them irresistible in every way imaginable. She wondered momentarily what practical or tactical advantage they assumed it would create to be masterfully made to exude eroticism. Before she had the split second to wonder another thought, Alec darted across the bed and pulled her up onto it. He couldn't stand to be apart from her for any more seconds. He needed skin on skin, the contact.
Once again on his lap, Max positioned herself so his firm muscle lay against his abdomen and she lowered herself onto it, the warmth of the area created by the junction of her legs seeping into his appendage. Alec instinctively moved his hands to her hips and helped her grind against him. His eyes rolled back in his head. He had to focus. Jesus, I'm not even inside of her yet and she's gonna make me come. Alec took a couple of really deep breaths as he felt her wiggling. He snapped his eyes open to see her unzipping the side of her skirt and pulling it over her head. She threw it across the room somewhere and returned her gaze to him.
Max felt him throbbing against her, his hands scooping around her smooth rear end and pulling her forward, then pushing her back. He eyed her thong and dreaded the moment she would remove her warmth to take it off. He prepared himself even for the possibility that he would have to rip it off of her. Maybe with my teeth. Max grabbed Alec by the wrists and forced his palms up her body to cup her breasts. She rocked in place again, biting her lower lip at the million ways her body was reacting to him. She felt like all her blood was about to burst out of her skin. He made her boiling hot. His hands were not still on her breasts, either. He was tenderly grazing his palms against her nipples, from the heel of it to the tip of his middle finger, making her nipples ache for her lower region to release.