Loving the Senator (Capitol Affairs #1) (18 page)

“Jesus Christ, you are one beautiful woman. I wish I had a picture of you like this right now. Your hair is all messed up; you are standing in front of me with no panties, and your breasts swollen, nipples hard and poking through a wet t-shirt. I don’t think it gets any better than this,” he sighed.

I have never had sex outside, and it felt so free and sexy. We were out in a field surrounded by trees and bushes and I loved being in nature doing something we shouldn’t be doing.

“How do you want me, Alex?” I asked, loving how he directed me when we had sex.

“Come here and lean over the hood. Spread your legs just and stick your butt out for me.”

I leaned over the front of his car and planted my legs about a foot apart, just enough for him to get between them. The bugs started to buzz around my head and I had to shoo them away a couple of times. I heard the crickets in the distance, and the sound of the highway was not far away. Alex unzipped his shorts and before I knew it he was deep inside me. Since I was leaning over the car, the coolness of the hood felt heavenly on my hard nipples. He was holding my hips and thrusting.

“Come on baby. I need you to come. I’m almost there. Your ass is a work of art.” I felt him harden more as I clenched and released him. I took all of his length letting him thrust deeper and deeper inside of me. My entire body was tense with a fevered passion for him.

“Alex, touch my clit, please.” Alex licked his finger, reached around, and touched my clit. The wet feeling and his pumping sent me over the edge. I yelled his name as I came so intensely, my legs gave out. He came after me as he held me up against the car, thrusting and shooting himself deep inside me.

I saw his head thrown back in the reflection of his window and his body jerking with each pump. I felt it drip down my leg as Alex rested his head on my upper back.

“Jesus, Prudence, this nice flea market day turned into a fuck fest. We just can’t behave ourselves, can we?” He took Kleenexes from the glove compartment and wiped my legs and then himself off. I left my bra off, as I redressed, and threw my torn thong out the window.

“It is not fun to behave, Alex,” I said, sitting and pulling my seat back to the upright position.

“I want to do that again,” I said, smiling up at him. He kissed me and I drowned in his dark eyes.

“Right now?” he asked.

“No, baby, not now. I’m exhausted. I want to take another long trip with you again and pull over into a deserted field,” I said.

“Thank God. Hell yes, we will do that again. We are going to take lots and lots of road trips,” he smiled. I loved him so much my heart could explode.

We made it back to his house just as it got dark. We stripped off our sweaty clothes, showered together, crawled into bed, and let exhaustion take us.

But I was restless and found it hard to stay asleep. I kept seeing the woman who had been following us. She had such a lost and disturbed look for someone so beautiful. On top of that, Alex’s phone kept going off all night. More text messages. He told me the Senate was going into an emergency session the next day to avoid a government shutdown. I believed him.

Chapter Seventeen

I had the image of that woman in my mind and couldn’t shake it. Even work couldn’t distract me. Thomas laughed when I told him and said I needed to get some sleep and to quit having so much sex.

Alex was busy all week, and I hardly saw him. When we were together, he was worn out and aggravated. For the first time, we were both so tired that even sex was out of the question. Between the two of us, we had barely enough energy to eat, shower, and collapse into bed.

Alex promised me a work-free weekend. He said he wasn’t going another night without me. Spending the weekend at his house was like a mini vacation. Sometimes, he and I never left the house all weekend, nor did we bother to get dressed. It drove Alex mad when I wore one of his white t-shirts and nothing else. I loved how he reacted to my nipples peeking through the thin cotton and the shirt’s hem barely covering my butt. If I put heels on, he lost his mind. The power I had over him was incredible and I loved it.

But before our sex-filled weekend could start, Alex had to work very late on Friday. I headed to the grocery store and bought our favorite foods. Alex loved for me to cook breakfast on Sundays, especially my banana pancakes with black raspberry syrup. This weekend was special, and I wanted to show him I could take care of him just like he did me. So, I’d also planned on making my famous spaghetti. Just as I was thinking about all I had in store for my man, he called me.

“We have the fundraiser to go to next week. I hope you didn’t forget. I want you with me. Remember, you agreed to go.”

“Alex, I said I would go and I haven’t forgotten. I need to get something classy to wear. The president will be there.”

“We’ll go shopping this weekend. Besides, I saw some things I want to buy for you anyway.”

“What sort of things do you want to buy me, Alex?” I wondered.

“White t-shirts and more bras and thongs. I tend to rip them when they are on you. I’m a simple man with simple tastes and my house should be a no-clothes zone every time you are there,” he said, laughing like a naughty boy.

“As long as that rule applies to you as well,” I laughed too, despite being a little nervous about our first real public event together. What would people say? What would Jade think?

While the sauce simmered on the stove, I tidied up the house a little. Becket and I played a bit, and after he tired me out, I talked to Thomas for a while, catching up on his sex life and office gossip. But Alex still hadn’t come home, so I worked on notes for a case and watched the news.

Around ten, I decided to take a shower, doll myself up, and a little have fun. I had left my pearls here last time I stayed. I found them lying among his gold cuff links and a pair of his reading glasses. I pulled out one of his white t-shirts and got it just wet enough to drive him wild. With sexed up hair, lip stain, heels, the pearls added just the right touch.

After two glasses of wine, the anticipation of what was to come got the better of me. I began touching myself and thinking of him. I took a selfie, and sent him a text that read,
What time will u be home? I’m wet, and I must have u.
I hit send and waited.

But I didn’t have to wait too long.

What did I tell u about teasing me? U better be like that when I get home. I am going to fuck u senseless. Luv the pearls. Keep them on!

That was exactly the response I needed. But I needed a distraction because I was too excited. So, I did more case work until I heard his car rumbling into the garage. My body responded immediately, and I could feel myself getting wet. I greeted Alex with a wet t-shirt and hard nipples.

“How was your day, baby?” I asked, throwing the door open as casually as possible. Alex looked disheveled.

“Fuck, Prudence. I got a hard on the Senate floor. You’re a bad, bad girl, sending pictures to me at work.”

“Are you hungry? I made spaghetti?”

“I’m starving for your cunt and those tits. I adore you in my t-shirt and it’s wet to boot. I want to make love to every inch of your incredible body. I couldn’t get home fast enough. Holy hell, Prudence.” He grabbed me in his arms, and shut the door behind him.

He started to rub my clit, exposed to him in my see-thru thong as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I tried, to hold myself up by grabbing onto his shoulders, but my legs buckled under me. I reached down to feel the front of his expensive trousers, strained by the bulk of him. I undid his belt, button, and zipper, and his pants fell to the floor.

“Come up to bed with me, Alex. I need you. It’s all I’ve thought about today. I want your dick hard and throbbing in every part of me.”

He kicked off his shoes and left his pants on the floor. As he picked me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs, I unbutton his shirt. I loved how he smelled after he had been gone all day. It was him and his cologne. I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in. Poor Becket followed us, but Alex told him to stay.

“What were you thinking, sending that picture to me at my workplace?” His voice was raspy with need, and I could tell he was as turned on as I was. He smiled and kissed my hungry lips.

“You should punish me, Senator,” I playfully suggested.

“Oh, I definitely will.”

We made it to his room, and he set me on his bed. He took off his shirt, and I was so worked up for him I couldn’t sit still.

I pressed my face into him and breathed in his musky, manly scent. I pulled his boxers down and admired his gorgeous penis and its girth; I licked my lips and rubbed him like it was lipstick.

“Oh, Alex. You taste good.” I moaned and continued to lick him.

He filled my mouth with his cock as he stood in front of me. I ran my hands around his gorgeous tight, ass and squeezed him closer. I licked the shaft up and down with my entire tongue, hungry for his taste. I sucked on him and tickled his balls the way he loved. They drew up, stiffening at my touch. His breathing became rapid

“Holy fuck,” was all he said. His hands fisted my hair and pulled it gently. As I kissed and licked his hard throbbing shaft, my body was on fire for him. He stepped away from me and sat on the bed, took off my shirt, and unclasped my pearl necklace that he sat on the nightstand. Alex tried to pull me on top of him.

“Alex, I want you to come in my mouth,” I said. I kept eye contact with him continuing to suck his thick shaft. He sprawled out on the bed.

His hands were in my hair as he lifted his hips to me.

I could tell he was close and with one more lick, he exploded inside my mouth as I sucked him dry.

He moaned repeatedly, and knowing I could do that to him made me feel so seductive.

I kissed my way up his body enjoying every inch, and he was still semi-hard. He got up and hovered over me on his elbows. Wanting all of him, I ran my tongue across his neck and throat, tasting his salty skin.

“I want to come now, Alex,” I whispered in his ear. “Feel how wet I am.”

He pushed his fingers in me, and I begged for more. It was not enough. I wanted him balls deep in me, pounding me hard.

“Remember, you were a bad girl and I have to punish you for causing me to inflate on the Senate floor. Did you forget what I said? I have thought about your punishment, and I’m going to make you beg for your orgasm. I’m going to see how long you can hold out.”

“Alex, please. I need to come, now.”

“I don’t think so, Prudence. I’m going to see how badly you want to come. Spread your legs for me, nice and wide.”

“If I do that, you won’t be able to resist, Alex. You never can resist my wet cunt.”

He caressed the folds of my pussy as he kissed my stomach and blew on my clit. He did this repeatedly until my body felt like it would ignite. The soft teasing of his fingers barely touching my clit was delicious torture.

“Please. I can’t take it. Don’t do this to me.”

“Oh, you can take it, and you will. God you are so perfect, and so soft. I love touching you and feeling you get wetter.”

He talked dirty to me saying things to bring me to the brink as I tried to rub myself on him. But he wasn’t letting me. His tongue explored my throbbing clit, and I was going to come any second.

Every time I got close, he would stop and look at me and make me tell him what I was feeling. Every muscle in my body tightened as I trembled under him.

“Do you like that?”

“Alex, please be nice. I love it. But God, don’t stop.”

I arched my back and dug my head into the mattress. I was right there, but once again, he wouldn’t let me finish. It was pure torture how he teased me. He deliberately tormented me as he licked and stopped over and over. My clit was engorged and pulsing against his tongue.

Alex stopped, took his tongue away from my clit, and ran it up the inside of my thighs. He shoved his hands up under my butt and lifted me to his mouth. I was dripping wet and gripping the sheets. My breath was almost a pant, and I thrust my hips up higher. I was going to go mad if I didn’t climax. I couldn’t hold back the moans.

“I think I have punished you enough. Do you want to come now?”

“Oh, God, please baby. Please let me come.”

“How do you want to come, baby?” he asked as he looked at me spread wide on his bed.

“I don’t care,” I said.

He positioned himself between my legs and thrust his finger inside of me as he watched my reaction. I closed my eyes, not expecting anything else.

“So warm and slick. I love you wet, Prudence. It means you want me.”

“I always want you, Alex.” I opened my eyes as he took his finger out of me. I watched as he reached for the pearls, wrapped them around two of his fingers, and inserted them in me.

He worked his fingers in and out of me slowly, letting the beads rub the inside of my cunt. My hips started to gyrate and my breathing became more intense.

“Like that?” he asked.

“God, yes” I could hardly speak.

He removed his fingers then carefully worked part of the strand of beads inside me pushing gently and watching my face.

“Alex. Fuck. That feels so good.” I said. I held onto his shoulders and dug my fingers in.

The fire inside me was building up as Alex pushed the pearls farther up.

Slowly and tortuously, he took them out, pearl by pearl. Each pearl brushed against the walls of my sex as I cried out. He pressed his tongue up against my clit as he did this, making it even more incredible. He bathed me in soft licks and kisses as I continued to spasm around the beads. I let the orgasm wreck me as it took over my body, sweat covering my skin as I held on. I cried out as Alex pulled out the pearls.

“Alex.”

“I know, baby. It feels so good.” He kissed my thighs, and I wrapped my body around him not wanting to let him go. I was coming down from one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever had.

With that, he grabbed on to the mattress and thrust inside me. I moaned a deep animal-like moan I had never heard come out of me before. I couldn’t control it. It was so unexpected. My sex was still clinching from the orgasm when he forced every inch of himself deep inside me.