Chapter 2: Building Tension
Alex's breath hitched as he felt Crys' soft hands against his bare chest. He moaned softly as she lightly traced the outline of his muscles, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, causing a throbbing sensation between his legs.
"You're so fucking hot," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He could feel her pulse quicken, matching his own racing heartbeat.
"I want you, Alex," Crys said, her voice low and sultry.
She tugged lightly at his shirt, urging him to remove it. Her other hand caressed his shoulder, and Alex felt her fingers slide over the curve of his muscle.
Crys slipped her hands under his shirt, skimming her nails up his back as she lifted the fabric. Alex allowed her to pull it off him, watching the desire in her eyes as they took in his bare chest.
He reveled in the way she looked at him, like he was the sexiest man alive.
And maybe, in that moment, he was.
Alex dropped his shirt to the floor, then reached for Crys' dress, tugging at the fabric. The silky material slid against her skin, pooling on the floor like molten lava. Her pale body was now fully exposed to him.
"You're fucking gorgeous," he breathed, taking in every curve and contour of her figure. Her full, round breasts were just the right size to fit perfectly in his hands. Her waist narrowed into a set of hips that flared out temptingly.
Alex couldn't resist any longer. He pushed her against the counter and trapped her with his body, trapping her against the cool marble surface. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, inviting him further, daring him to take what he wanted.
"You want me to stay with you," he growled, dragging his lips along the sensitive curve of her neck. "You want me to fill you up with my cock."
Crys' moans were desperate and urgent. He could feel her heart racing, echoing the chaotic beat of his own.
Without hesitation, he trailed kisses down her throat and chest, his stubble abrading the sensitive skin of her breasts. Her gasps filled the air as his tongue circled her nipple, teasing and tormenting until it pebbled under his skilled tongue. His fingers deftly explored her body, learning every curve, every crevice until she was nothing but a trembling, quivering mess beneath him.
He whispered filthy things into her ear, promises of how good it would feel, urging her to give in to him completely.