Wife's Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband-Chapter 105: Teela and Alec

Alec cupped my face and tilted it to one side so he could kiss his way along my jaw and down to my heck. Alec ran the tip of his tongue along my pulse and nipped at the skin at the base of my neck.

I moaned and leaned closer. My eyes fluttered shut, and vertigo had me hoping we were moving this show to a bed before I collapsed in his arms, capable of nothing more than giving in to the slow burn growing deep within.

Alec worked his way back up to my mouth, consuming my very essence in a life-altering kiss that had me pulling at his shirt, trying to find the hem and the warm, bare skin beneath it.

I needed the rest of my body to feel as close to Alec as my mouth. I wanted to trace those flowers inked on his body with my hands, my lips, my tongue.

"Alec, we are steps away from two perfectly good beds."

Alec’s hands skimmed my body as we continued kissing. When they reached my bottom, he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked me to his bedroom and across the room to his bed.

I was glad that he’d left a bedside lamp on. I wanted to see Alec, to be seen by him. I enjoyed the shadows around us.

He sat on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap.

"Are you sure, Teela? We don’t have to go any further than this until you’re ready."

In response, I gathered his shirt in my hands until I had enough to pull it over his head. Alec obediently raised his arms and allowed me to complete my task.

I took a moment to admire his body. The daily taekwondo sessions paid off in firm muscle, sculpted lines, and a beautiful canvas for his artwork.

Up close and personal, I could see even more detail had been worked into the design than I originally thought. I could see depth in the vines. The gradation of the colors to create shadows and highlights. I noticed the veins in the leaves and the pencil lines in the flower petals. It must have taken hours if not days to complete the work on his neck and upper chest alone.

But that was as far as my coherent thoughts went because Alec was returning the favor and removing my hoodie. Beneath the hoodie, I wore a lacy white bra. He left it on for the moment, returning his attention to spreading kisses across my flesh.

This was a way better answer to erasing Ash’s touches from my body than scrubbing off the epidermis layer of my skin.

Alec kissed a path to the mound of my breast, his tongue sliding under the edge of my bra. He cupped my breasts and gently massaged, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I gasped and arched into him. He could do this all night long, and I wouldn’t complain, but I was guessing from the bulge pressing against my center Alec might complain and soon.

I did what felt natural. I rocked against Alec and was rewarded by a deep moan that reverberated against my skin.

Maybe I didn’t need experience to make Alec happy. Maybe humans instinctively knew how to please and be pleased if they just let go and listened to their bodies and each other.

Or maybe Alec and I were more in sync than the average couple because of the time spent working out together.

I ran my hands through Alec’s hair as he pulled one of my bra cups down enough to flick his tongue over my nipple.

Now, my moans filled the air, and the pace of my rocking increased. A sense of urgency overwhelmed me. Was this the start of one of those infamous orgasms I’d heard so much about by never truly experienced?

I wanted more of Alec first. I wanted all of him without shortcuts, without holding back.

"Teela, I’ll wear a condom, but do I have to worry about pregnancy or anything?"

"No. I’m good. No pregnancy. No illness. I’ve only been with King infrequently and perfunctorily.

"It’s never been like this. This intense, for enjoyment. Lettie wanted more grandkids, so if it wasn’t to procreate, we didn’t. Ever."

Alec kissed me. "King is a fool. So you’re not on birth control?"

I shook my head.

"Did King bring you to orgasm?"

I felt my face heat. I knew we needed to have this talk, but it wasn’t easy, especially when I had more pleasurable activities in mind.

"No, our relationship wasn’t like that."

"Never?"

"Never."

"I’m torn between wanting to kick King’s ass for not taking care of you right and being thankful that I’ll be the first man to give you that experience."

"Be thankful and forget King."

Alec picked me up and shifted us until I was flat on my back and Alec was over me with his hair hanging down, tickling my face as he made love to me slowly, making sure every inch of me felt worshipped.

His hands were skilled as he finished undressing me while murmuring words of appreciation before removing the rest of his clothes. The rest of his body was just as impressive as what I had already seen. He was a virile specimen.

Seeing how turned on Alec assured me he was enjoying out time together as much as I was.

Now, I could see more than just the tiger’s paw draped over Alec’s shoulder. A tiger’s tail curled over his hip and down to his thigh.

"Can I see your back?"

Alec smiled. "Now?"

"Yes, please."

Alec let me up and presented his back to me. "I never expected my tattoos to trump my lovemaking skills."

"They don’t, but I’ve been dying to see what the ink at your neck and shoulder has hinted at. And now I’ve seen the tail curling over your hip. It’s too intriguing to resist at least a peek."

The brilliantly colored tiger climbed Alec’s back. The tiger’s head was turned to look over its shoulder. A predator’s gaze warned of danger, and sharp teeth promised a vicious kill.

The tattoo covered the length and breadth of his back and down over his buttocks. More vines and flowers served as the background to the beautiful creature.

I couldn’t resist. I inched forward and ran my hand over the animal’s pelt. Alec’s muscles bunched and relaxed beneath my touch, much as I imagined the tiger’s would, but where the tiger had fur, Alec’s back was smooth.

I ran my hands over his back and around his sides to hug him to me. I needed to taste Alec, to feel his flesh beneath my lips while I consume his scent and the heat radiating from him. I started at his shoulder and kissed my way to his neck. Alec arched his neck and allowed me access along the long column of his neck until I reach his ear. Barely-there licks along the ear ridge elicited a primal growl from Alec who reached up and put a hand on my head, urging me to continue, but I was done with ink appreciation. I wanted to continue where we had left off before. I wanted his body over mine, his hands on me.

I returned to my position on my back with one leg crooked as I waited for my man—the only man I wanted to ever touch me this way—to join me. Alec looked at me over his shoulder, his expression mimicking that of the tiger. At this moment, Alec was the predator, and his gaze left no doubt that I was his prey. He would take me down, and I would enjoy every minute of it.

Alec dropped to all fours and crawled his way over to me. "Satisfied."

"Not even a little bit," I mumbled.

"Not even with the artwork?"

"What artwork? I have more important things to think about right now."

"Like?"

"Like making love to a beautiful man with dangerous eyes and magical lips and hands. So should we continue talking or something else?"

"Something else."

And then his lips and body were on mine, and I let myself get lost in all the sensations Alec brought to the surface.

This was how I imagined sex with someone I loved should feel like. This was romance-novel worthy with all the bells and whistles. It made me sad that I’d gone so long waiting on this kind of treatment from King.

But then again, if I hadn’t waited, I might never have met Alec on that day at The Red Dragon. I may never be here in this moment, fully immersed in the pleasures of the body.

"Teela, look at me, honey. See what you do to me. You are such a sweet lover. Watch me. Let me see how I make you feel. We are in this together. Just you and me."

And then I learned the urgency from early was just teaser of what was to come. It was like comparing a trickling stream to the vastness of Niagara Falls and totally worth any amount of waiting.