BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance (15 page)

My blood sizzled as if someone had thrown a match on petrol. Propped up on my elbows, I panted and tried to imagine how exactly he was doing it, as if I had a mirror in front of me that enabled me to observe everything in the greatest detail. This handsome man, my husband, was making me feel bliss that nobody else could. And when he stuck his tongue into my wet pussy, I threw my head back and screamed his name. He held me tightly by the hips so I wouldn’t move, and tongue-fucked me hard and fast. He swirled his tongue in all directions, and I contracted my muscles in the desire to take it in deeper.

It didn’t take long until the climax arrived and pushed me into the abyss. Breathless, I relaxed on the pillow and covered my face with my hand.

Nick leaned over me, grabbed my wrists, and stared at me with that look of his, sending new thrills of desire through me. A desire to feel him, sense his huge cock deep inside me. The heat in my body reignited into actual flames. Hot, devastating passion rose within me with renewed intensity. I wanted him again, even though I’d come only seconds ago.

Oh, God…

Nick positioned himself behind me. Sweet shivers ran down my spine at the touch of his powerful muscles. He started to shower my neck with kisses. He sucked on my earlobe. Then he cupped one of my breasts and licked the nipple, which hardened even more in response. He raised my arm, and his lips moved along the sensitive skin near my underarm.

“God, how beautiful you are, Estelle. So delicate and soft,” he whispered between kisses.

I started to move my butt, shamelessly rubbing myself against him. I tried to take in his erect cock, but he only rubbed it against me and didn’t let me.

“Please…Nick.”

“You’ll have me soon, darling. I’m all yours,” he mumbled in my hair.

I raised one of my legs, and he took hold of his cock and pointed it at my pussy. He entered me slowly, making sure he didn’t hurt me. Gradually he filled me up completely and stopped.

“It feels so good when I’m inside you, baby. It’s amazing. I’ll never get enough of you. Never,” he whispered and pressed his lips, wet with my own juices, against mine. I moaned when his tongue slid inside my mouth and quickly found mine. Kissing Nick, making love to him, was ecstasy that made my soul sing.

He started to slowly move his cock in and out of me. He drove me wild when he teased me like that. I grabbed his hair, pulling him even closer to me. I felt a primal, animalistic need to possess him and be possessed by him.

Only by him. Nobody else.

“You’re mine. Never forget that.” His breathing became ragged.

I moaned, welcoming his passion with open arms. He leaned over me, took my nipple into his mouth, and started sucking it again, making me arch my back. It was wonderful. I felt his caresses all over my body. His hands slid across my skin, leaving trails of fire.

I sank my nails into the sheets. “Oh, it’s so…faster…please,” I moaned, having been brought to the edge of ecstasy.

His thrusts became faster and harder. His abs contracted as he quickly and assuredly moved his cock inside me, filling me up completely. His heavy breathing was synchronized with mine. Being merged into one was magical. The sensation of our bodies rubbing together, the touch of his fingers, his lips sliding across my skin… Nothing could be more arousing.

Drenched in sweat, my body moved in rhythm with his. My muscles contracted convulsively, and the sweet pleasure of release arrived, submerged me into the depths of the sea and then shot me out high above the surface. My body shook and, feeling the throbbing of my vaginal muscles, I cried out his name.

After a few more thrusts, Nick followed me, and his hot sperm spilled deep inside me.

Embracing him, I pressed him tight against me. I held him as if someone might try to take him away from me. Panting, we stayed like that for a while. Then he pulled out carefully and lay down beside me.

Nick ran his hand along his damp hair. “When I first met you, I had no idea how much you’d change my life.”

“Are you complaining?”

Our eyes met and he smiled. “No, not at all. I really like married life. I have a wonderful daughter, can’t wait for the birth of my son, and my wife is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He raised his hand and caressed my cheek. His touch was so warm and sensuous that it filled my heart with love.

“I love you, Nick,” I whispered and slid my hands along his powerful chest.

“Not as much as I love you, my love.” He leaned in and placed his thick lips on mine.

We began to kiss thirstily. His unique, manly scent—the one I adored—reached my nostrils.

Meeting my husband was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He’d given me what I’d always wanted, but had been too afraid to dream of—limitless love.

The world couldn’t get any better.

THE END

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Free chapters of Limits of Destiny Volume 1

“All you need is love.”

—John Lennon

W
hat is love?
To me, it is the most wonderful feeling God has given us to experience. Love lifts us up and gives us the sense we are flying and floating through the clouds. I used to think I was unable to fall in love, that I would never get to touch this unknown-to-me magic. How lucky I am that I was wrong…

I ask myself,
Is there any person who has never felt the butterflies in the stomach and the strong beats of the heart when seeing their loved one?
And if there is, I believe they are unfortunate—a person without a soul. This is how I used to feel.

I do not have the right words to describe this supreme joy—when you are with the love of your life, when you give yourselves to each other, and it is as if the world around you ceases to exist.

To see the gleam in his eyes, to relax in his warm embrace, and to be ready to do anything for him—that is love!

Stuck in the mundane of everyday life, striving to advance our careers and succeed, we forget the most important part—
to love
. But it is love that makes us stronger, gives us the ability to overcome difficulties, puts a smile on our faces, and makes us better people.

To love and to be loved, is this not what we should all seek in life? For the key to happiness is hidden in our hearts.

I
t was Friday.
I’d just finished the analysis I’d been working on in the last two weeks when I noticed it was five thirty and almost all my colleagues had already left. On Fridays, everyone usually tried to finish work earlier and go home. This was completely understandable, given the accumulated overtime banked during the other workdays.

The thought I would be twenty-five next month had been constantly niggling at me lately, as I had yet to meet the man of my life. Would I ever meet him? Unfortunately, I’d never been in love, and maybe I never would because something was wrong with me. I couldn’t complain of a lack of suitors, but none of them made me happy. I dreamt of real, all-consuming love, which was why my approaching birthday was making me feel blue.

I took out my mother’s picture from my wallet where I always kept it and ran my finger across it, as if to caress her. If she were still alive, my life would have taken a very different course.

Just then, my cell phone rang. Startled out of my reverie, I looked at the display to see it was Lily.

“Hi, Lily.”

“Hi, Alexia. Finished work yet?” And without waiting for my reply, she carried on.

“Ooh, I have so many things to tell you about… I met this really cute Italian guy named Marco.” She giggled through the line. “Details to follow when we meet up.”

“That’s great, Lily. I’m very happy for you. Is quarter to six good? I’ll come down to meet you in the lobby.”

“Yes, that’s fine. See you soon. I can’t wait to catch up,” she said and hung up.

I’d known Lily since college. We met there in our very first month and had been best friends ever since. We always had a good time together. To me, she was like the sister I never had. We hadn’t spoken since she went to visit her cousin Laura in Florence.

I closed the laptop, grabbed my bag, and hurried toward the elevator, which arrived in a flash. The building in which I worked seemed deserted.

After graduating from the University of Zurich, I immediately got a job as a financial analyst at UBS, the biggest bank in Switzerland. I was very proud of that, especially since I was one of the few in my social circle who managed to secure such a position.

I sat on the black couch in the main lobby and waited. After a few minutes, I saw Lily coming up to the entrance. As always, she was dressed very stylishly. Her black pants and lace blouse highlighted her brunette hair and slim waist. I ran toward her and we hugged, giggling like teenagers.

It was very lively outside on Bahnhofstrasse, Zurich’s main downtown street. You could hear the trams passing by, the pealing bells of St. Peter’s clock tower in the distance, and the familiar roar of a sports car parking on the adjacent street. Over the six years I’d been living in Zurich, it had become my favorite city. I loved its beautiful architecture, luxurious shops, pleasant cafes and restaurants, the lake, the sailboats, and the breathtaking view of the Alps.

The cool breeze refreshed me after my stressful day. At the moment, all I wanted was to enjoy a portion of Spaghetti alla Carbonara and a glass of wine in the company of my best friend.

We managed to find a table for two in the Italian restaurant Toscana. As always, the tables were covered with immaculately ironed white cloths and set with posh silverware, linen napkins, and spotless wine glasses. The interior was made entirely of wood. Landscape paintings hung on the walls, bringing the beauty of Tuscany into the restaurant’s atmosphere. They served the best red wine from the region here.

The entire evening, Lily didn’t stop talking about Marco, with great enthusiasm. I thought she’d fallen in love, which for her wasn’t difficult at all. Unlike me, she always fell in love with her boyfriends, but fell out of love with them just as easily. Her brown eyes gleamed as she spoke about him with such love and passion, and this made me feel genuinely envious. I was happy for her, and at the same time, I was angry with myself. Why couldn’t I also fall in love with a man?

“Alexia, you should know Italians are very gentle and gallant in bed. You must try it with your colleague,” she said, winking at me.

She was referring to my coworker Roberto. He liked me a lot and wasn’t shy about making it known. I also had feelings for him, but I saw him more as a friend to share experiences with or to ask for a piece of advice.

“Don’t even think about it… I have no intention of ruining my friendship with him for something I’m certain has no future. These Italians have definitely turned your brain to mush.”

“I was only kidding.” She shrugged apologetically.

“That’s what I thought. Otherwise, I would have had you committed. You know how much my friendship with Roberto means to me, and I don’t want to ruin it by leading him on and giving him false hope. And for what? Just sex? Sex isn’t everything, Lily. There must be chemistry, mutual attraction…” I said before taking a generous sip of red wine.

“Really, Alexia! I don’t understand why you don’t like him. He’s so hot and he adores you. His eyes always sparkle when he sees you. Believe me. He’s the kind of man who would climb a mountain for you. You just have to click your fingers and he’ll do anything for you,” she said, winding spaghetti around her fork.

“You may be right, but to me, he’s just a friend, nothing more. You know I’m a hopeless romantic looking for my one great love, which I’m starting to think exists only in books… Well, whatever. I’m looking for a man who’ll make me weak at the knees and leave me breathless when he holds me in his arms—”

“Yeah, yeah.” She interrupted. “Sounds like you’ve been watching too many chick flicks. Maybe you go the other way…” she speculated, and I gaped at her suggestion. “I’m joking. I know you aren’t. I said it just to clear the air. You’re so serious. What’s up with you? Is it that you’ll be twenty-five soon? If yes, don’t despair. I, already a member of the club, know from personal experience it’s not so bad.” She grinned and her eyes gleamed.

Of course, I could not, and would not, want to hide anything from Lily. She knew me too well.

Reaching over, she took my hand and squeezed it encouragingly. “You’ll find your prince, Alexia… in due time. Don’t sweat it so much.”

“What would I do without you?” I regarded her, grateful.

“You’ll never find out, because you’ll never get rid of me. That’s what best friends are for—to support each other,” she said, raising her glass. “Let’s drink to real friendship and to the man who’s waiting for you somewhere… and who’ll very soon steal your heart.”

“Cheers… I love you, Lily.”

“I know. I love you too and want to see you happy.”

*     *     *

I got back
to my apartment on Giesshübelstrasse, feeling exhausted. Tomorrow night, I was going to a party for Lily’s uncle, who was to celebrate his sixtieth birthday, so I wanted to get a good night’s sleep. I brushed my teeth, took off my makeup, and went to bed. Drained from the tense week of work, I fell asleep instantly.