Gently, Alec puts his hands on my hips. I let him have his way, allow him to turn me and press my back against the top of my desk. A stack of documents and the tip of a pen dig into my back and a hiss leaves my mouth. Alec raises an eyebrow and there is a hint of concern in his gaze. Somewhat pained, I prop myself up on my arms and Alec unceremoniously sweeps the offending materials off the countertop.

He pushes me up, angles my legs and places himself between them. His lips roam over my body, tasting every inch of my skin. Testosterone, endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine, my own cocktail for bliss and pleasure flows hot and fast through my veins. With every touch of Alec's hands on my skin, with every kiss of his soft lips, this mixture spreads through my body. Slowly but decisively he undoes the buckle of my belt and the sound of the metal almost makes my heart burst. Another moment to counteract. But my head screams no. Don't stop.

Alec undoes the buttons of my jeans and without a word from him I lift my hips to give him room to relieve me of the offending fabric. There is a silent agreement, we don't need words. Alec takes what he wants, I let him and fall into a state of weightlessness as the tip of his tongue gently runs over the inside of my thigh. Soft lips caress and spread kisses, gentle hands caress my skin, fingertips slide under the hem of my shorts. More silence and an unspoken question, a silent answer as my pelvis rises and the last piece of fabric leaves my body.

Ecstatic waves, burning hot desire for more of this beautiful man flood through me, spreading extraordinarily fast as a moist warm tongue licks over the tip of my glans. Without haste, without pressure and the greedy desire for release, Alec's lips lie on the soft tip. His breath tickles my lower belly, I press towards him, wanting to feel his lips envelop me and receive the warmth of his oral cavity. The desire for Alec and his mouth on my penis is insatiable.

My moans show him clearly what I want. The hint of a kiss, hot breath on my pulsing arousal, a firm grip on my hips. Guileful hands holding me in place, showing me that I'm not in charge. Alec sets the pace and I let myself fall. The tension disappears from my body, the cool wood of the table is a relief for my heated skin. Again and again his lips glide over my shaft, teasing the sensitive hardness, and my hands clasp the edge of the table tightly.

Incessant is the interplay between the soft kisses, those soft lips pumping a storm of adrenaline through my veins and the licking of his tongue, moist and warm, a pink tip that elicits a deep gasp from me. Loins, hip bones, the insides of my thighs receive unprecedented attention. My whole body tingles with arousal and the goose bumps that spread make me shiver at the same time as Alec drags his teeth over my erogenous zone. He bites into the skin of my thighs, is so close to my penis and yet so far away.

I moan loudly and uninhibitedly, not holding back. My penis is hard and twitching, the pre-seed drips from my glans and I feel Alec's tongue tasting me. His lips enclose the tip and I can't wait any longer. The tingling in my fingers has started again and I bury my hands in his hair. He moans with pleasure, sucking my tip into his mouth and I smoothly forget to breathe. My heart threatens to leap out of my chest.

"Alec", it escapes me. "More." In my head, Alec takes my penis deep inside him, letting his tongue dance around my glans and the wave of happiness rise higher and higher. But the reality is different. His lips leave my penis, coldness wraps around the heated muscle, warm breath beats against my lips. The blue of his irises captures me, the swirl of his arousal bores deep into my thoughts. I see clearly the excited glint and sparkle of discontent.

I open my mouth, wanting to say something, but Alec shakes his head, barely perceptible. The crackling silence between us is what he wants. This plan, the thought of wordlessly engaging with Alec excites me greatly. I have to trust him and he has to trust me. My body, my movements, my hands replace the words that would tell him what I want and how I feel.

My hands are still in his hair. The tingling has subsided. It feels like satisfaction that they finally got what they desired. Spellbound, I stare at his lips, pink and full. The curved line of his upper lip, I want to taste and feel it, the taste of Alec and lust. My fingers run through his hair over his small ears and neck. My hands cup his face, the tip of my thumb sliding over his lower lip. He opens his mouth slightly, I feel his breath on my thumb and sigh. Kissing means everything to me. It is an existential means of expressing my feelings.

But I hesitate to join our lips together. Kissing also changes the relationship with a person. And what kind of relationship we are in, we have yet to fathom. But not now, not here. Alec lowers his head, his lips run softly over my neck, sucking lightly on the skin and I claw into the shirt that covers his beautiful body. Soft bites, light sucking, hot breath and tingling kisses. I am intoxicated and my loud moans cause Alec to remove his clothes. He gives me no time to admire his body. The physical work adds a lot to his appearance. I could already see that after our night in Vegas.

Alec slides his arms under the back of my knees, angles my legs and spreads them wide. Our erections bump against each other as his body slowly lowers onto mine. We look deep into each other's eyes and moan at the same time. I wonder how far we will go, what Alec wants. I can't ask him and rely on my feelings. As his tongue circles my nipple, sucking the hard bud into his mouth, I moan loudly and the thought I had a moment ago is chased away. Only lightly do I feel the weight of his muscular body on mine, but the heat of his skin eats through mine and mixes with the lava flow of pleasure that rushes ceaselessly through my veins. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my hands running over the hard muscles of his back.

I press him tightly against me, feel his accelerated breathing and the violent beating of his heart. It hammers wildly against my chest, competing with mine. Alec moves his pelvis and the moan from his mouth almost makes me go crazy. This long sensual foreplay, the rubbing of our bodies, our lengths against each other, his breath and the moan against my ear make me go straight down the path of release.

His movements become faster, my hands run restlessly over his back, feeling muscles and tendons, heating skin and coming to rest on his firm round buttocks. I support his movements, my lips delicately graze the soft skin on his neck. The aroma of his body, masculine tart, salty with a mixture of lust, desire and craving envelops me, allowing nothing but pure lust and pure satisfaction.

Alec bites into my shoulder and gasps. His hands bury themselves in my hair, pulling at the tips and a surge of my body, his pulsing penis pressed tightly against mine and I come loudly between us. Even as I go through my orgasm, the ecstatic high spreading like a wave through my body, befuddling my senses and I feel nothing but sheer satisfaction Alec comes on top of me moaning loudly and looking so incredibly sexy. He throws his head back, the deep black of his hair slightly damp, sweat standing out and shining on his forehead. His eyes are twisted, his eyelids fluttering, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks softly pink.

The low moan makes me quiver. Alec collapses on top of me and embraces my body, pressing me tightly against him. I do the same and wrap my legs around his hips. The trembling of our bodies, the racing of our hearts and the mysterious crackling between us seems strangely familiar. Inevitably I ask myself whether we felt the same on our wedding night as we do now at this moment.