Scarlet Fever - Hill Country 2 (13 page)

Unable to deny either of their desires any longer, Alex settled himself between her thighs.
 
Lifting her hips, he carefully placed his naked penis at the tender opening of her passage.
 
She trembled in his arms.
 
He was shaking, both in anticipation and in fear that he would cause her pain.
 
“Please, Alex.
 
You won’t hurt me.
 
Please.”
 
She urged him with her voice, as well as her body.

Surrendering, he pushed into her.
 
Alex literally shook with excitement.
 
“Scarlet, baby.
 
Oh, God, this is heaven.”
 
Never had he felt such sweet, enveloping heat.
 
It was like sinking down into rich, whipped cream.
 
Alex hadn’t known what a difference the lack of a latex barrier would make.
 
He could feel the contact with her body in every cell of his engorged staff; the incredible sensation was stealing his breath away.
 
Being inside of Scarlet was the most amazing sexual experience of his life.
 

But he wouldn’t last.

It felt too good.
  

Her body accepted him.
 
She was grateful.
 
He was so big, she’d had her doubts.
 
But as aroused as she was, the entry was almost painless.
 
Almost.
 
Scarlet felt her vagina stretch, making room for his sizeable girth.
 
The feeling was unlike anything she could have imagined.
 
Alex had taken her to such heights with his mouth at her breast, pleasuring her with his fingers – just being naked with him was a dream come true.
 
She had never hoped to have this type of experience with a man.
 
Oh, it had been on her list, but she had never counted on it, not really.
 
Now it was happening and it was better than she had ever dreamed.
 
Her body moved of its own accord.
 
Muscles that she didn’t even know she had, knotted in ecstasy.

“That’s right, baby.
 
Move for me.”
 
Alex was enraptured.
 
The connection that he felt with Scarlet was completely new.
 
Her body was massaging his; molding, fisting, giving him pleasure unlike any he had ever known.
 
He watched her face as she undulated under him.
 
“Does it feel good for you, baby?”
 
He had to know.
 
He had to be sure.

“Yes.
 
Oh, yes.
 
Alex, I never knew, I never imagined.
 
You just don’t know . . . . . “

She reached for his face, pulling it down so she could place her mouth over his.
 
“Don’t stop, Alex.
 
It feels so good.
 
Please, don’t stop.”
 

“Wrap your legs around my waist, love.”
 
When she did, he began to move harder, faster.
 
Her natural dew was bathing him in luxurious comfort; her channel was squeezing him, giving him mind-blowing ecstasy.
 
He was so close.
 
So close.
 
There was no way he was going to last much longer, it was just too good.
 
Not wanting to finish without her having another orgasm, he reached between them and began to play in her curls, finding her clitoris and rubbing it in gentle, concentric circles.
 

“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” she begged.
 
“I want to breathe your breath as I come.”
 
Her sentiments made him smile, even as he strived to remain coherent.
 
The pleasure was unbelievable.
 
Touching her lips with his, he exploded; his orgasm erupting powerfully in a white-hot surge of release.
 
He bellowed his satisfaction, closing his eyes, wanting to hold on to the most intense climax of his life.
 
He pushed into her once last time, grinding his pelvis into her tender vulva.
 
It was just enough, she tensed and cried out.
 
Holding him close, she quivered with intolerable pleasure.
 
Her little pussy fluttered around his cock, stealing his very breath.
    

“Hold me, Alex.
 
Hold me tight.”
 
He cradled her, rolling to one side, taking her with him.
 
He was still buried deep within her, reluctant to break the most precious connection he had ever experienced.
 

“Scarlet.
 
Oh, baby.
 
That was so good.”
 
He held his face to her, rubbing his nose against her skin.

She snuggled into him, totally and absolutely content.
 
She kissed his chest, then put her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
 
“Alex?”

“What, love?”

“When I close my eyes, after I’ve taken my last breath…”
 
His whole body tensed, rebelling at the thought.
 
She held him tight, not letting him pull away, not until she finished what she had to say.
 
“If there’s nothing there – only blackness… it won’t matter.
 
I’ve been to heaven, here in your arms; and it was paradise.”

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He pushed a damp lock of hair off of her forehead.
 
She had dropped off to sleep, still holding onto him.
 
Alex couldn’t sleep.
 
He couldn’t even close his eyes.
 
All he could do was look at her.
 
He was having trouble remembering his life before he saw her.
 
It was as if he had just started living the moment she walked into his life.

His mind was whirling.
 
‘Think, Alex.
 
Think.’
 
He had to make some phone calls, but first he had to have some basic information.
 
There was no time to waste.
 
Tightening his hold on Scarlet, he began to kiss her face, gently coaxing her awake.

Scarlet stretched, rubbing against him like a contented kitten.
 
“Hey, baby.
 
Can’t you sleep?”

“I don’t want to waste a moment of my time with you.
 
I can sleep later.”

“Sounds good.
 
Me too.
 
I can sleep when I’m dead.”
 
She was teasing, but he didn’t take it that way.
 

He pulled her hands over her head, flattening her down with his body, yet not crushing – just enclosing.
 
“
Stop
.
 
Don’t say that.
 
Don’t ever say that.”

Her heart contracted, she hadn’t meant to hurt him.
 
“I didn’t mean it, Alex.
 
It’s just something people say.”

“You’re not alone anymore, Scarlet.
 
My life is linked to yours.
 
What you do, what you say, what happens to you affects me.”
 
He buried his face in her neck.
 
“Who’s your doctor, baby?”

“Dr. Haley.
 
He’s the GP back home.”

“What’s your blood type?”
 
He held his breath.

Scarlet yawned, too drowsy to realize what he was doing.
 
“Most common, O positive.”
 
Alex let out a tremendous breath of relief.
 
They had the same blood type.
 
Thank God!
 
He knew there was more to it than that, but he didn’t really understand what.
 
He would, though.
 
He intended to learn everything he could about kidney disease and the possibilities of a transplant.
 
“What are you up to, sweetheart?
 
Why all the questions? ”

“Do you trust me, Scarlet?” he whispered in her ear.
 
She didn’t realize it, but their future hinged on her answer to this seemingly innocent question.
 

“With my life.”

Exactly.
                             

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Eight days before the wedding . . . . .
 

She had dropped right back off, physically sated and mentally content.
 
Alex had taken longer, but gradually his body had relaxed enough for him to get a few hours’ rest.
 
He still held her close, unwilling to turn her loose for a moment.
 
He knew it was silly, but it felt like that if he kept his hands on her, nothing could happen to her.
 
He could keep her safe.
 

About the time the sun rose, Alex had awakened, impossibly aroused.
 
The woman who had him tied up in knots was warm and soft, right where he needed her to be; in his bed.
 
“Wake up, sweet girl.
 
I need you.
 
Can I make love to you?”

He didn’t have to ask twice.
 
She opened happy eyes, “I was dreaming about you.”
 

“What were you dreaming?”
 
Whatever her dreams were, he intended to do everything in his power to make them all come true.

“That I would get one more chance to love you.”
 
The morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the look of total hunger on his face.
 
They had slept unclothed, so there was no barrier to his hands or to his lips.
 

“Only
one
more chance?
 
Not hardly.”
 
Alex cupped one pink tipped orb in his hand.
 
He circled the delicate nipple, marveling at the creamy texture and the way that it responded to his touch by pearling before his eyes.
 
Lowering his head, he reverently took it in his mouth, drawing it up against his tongue.
 
Scarlet moaned her enjoyment, holding his head to her breast, losing her fingers in his soft curls.
 
He took his time, sucking and licking at first one globe and then the other.
 
“I love kissing your breasts.
 
Is it making you hot, are you ready for me, love?”

“So ready,” she whispered as he angled himself over her body, supporting himself on his knees and forearms as he separated her legs and sank between them.

“Scarlet, I plan on making love to you tonight, and every night that we’re together.
 
And every morning,
 
And every afternoon.”
 
He couldn’t wait to push his aching phallus deep inside of her.
 
Nothing in his experience had ever prepared him for sex with Scarlet Rose.
 
It was completely new.
 
He couldn’t even recall making love to any other woman, she was his first.
 
After Scarlet, the rest of them didn’t even count.
 

Steadying himself, he watched her face as he entered her.
 
With a jolt, he realized that he was forever changed.
 
The pillow on his bed would never be the same.
 
From now on, it would be the place where she laid her head.
 
This room would always be where he had first made love to Scarlet.
 
Nothing would ever be as it was before.
 
Humbled, he watched her close her eyes in ecstasy.
 
He thanked God that his loving felt as good to her as it did to him.
 
He watched the flush rise on her cheeks; her mouth part and that sweet pink tongue peek out and touch the bow of her upper lip.
 

“Alex, put him in all the way.
 
All the way.”
 
Trembling with pleasure, she squeezed down on his shaft.
 
It felt so good, she did it again.
 
“I can’t be still.
 
Oh, Alex.
 
It feels better this morning than it did last night.”