We are staring at one another not saying a word. My body and brain keep dueling each other. I want to attack him and rip that blanket away licking everything on him. But, his words and even how his eyes drink me in makes me want to run away.
I don’t really have relationships with men. The most I have is long term sex partners. Occasionally I will hang out with a guy and then we go home to have sex, but mostly we just have sex, skipping the date part all together. I’m fine with that. In fact, that is what I prefer. Men can get clingy sometimes and I like my freedom. That sounds cold, but I haven’t had any complaints yet. Sure, there have been a few guys who wanted to see me in a girlfriend/boyfriend way, but when I explain things they usually shrug it off. It’s not like I lead them on and then break their heart, that would be cold.
But there is something to Alexander that has me staying. I want to lay next to him, hold his hand and possibly talk all night long, like lovers do. He needs someone gentle, who will take their time with him. I don’t know how good I will be at that, but for some reason I want to try.
“So, then what do you want to do Alexander? Just lay here and talk?”
His pale eyes shift away and his cheeks darken.
Normally this would cause my stomach to churn but as that word exits his mouth I smile.
I swing my leg over his hip as he looks up at me.
“What are you doing Aria?”
“Getting comfortable for our talk. Feel free to touch me if you want Alexander.”
He thinks for a moment while looking at my leg and then places his hand on my thigh but it doesn’t rest there. It inches up my leg and stills on my hip. His fingers curl and dig into the navy fabric covered flesh of my hip, creating a sting. It’s painful but in a good way. I moan and Alexander’s eyes flicker up to meet mine.
“Did I hurt you?” His hand lifts from me.
“You did Alexander, but don’t worry I liked it.” I smirk.
“Ahh.” He places his hand on the bed between us but I wrap my fingers around his wrist and put his hand back on my hip.
“I liked you touching me Alexander. Please don’t stop.”
I watch his pupils dilate as his eyes focus on his hand. I can tell he wants to move it further up but he won’t.
My pulse races as I hear his breathing turn short. Looking down I notice that the blanket doesn’t do a good job at hiding how much he wants to touch me.
My hand skims over the soft yellow wool hiding his hip.
“I like this blanket. Morgana’s grandma gave it to us before she left to go RVing.”
I move my hand up to his arm and then his neck to finally trace his lips.
“Did you ever kiss another woman who...um...you didn’t find through the online service?”
Alexander’s eyes drop to my mouth as I ask him the question.
I sigh and roll onto my back but turn my head to watch him.
“Well, that is a problem Alexander.”
I turn back onto my side but scoot closer until I can feel the heat float off his skin. Leaning up on my elbow I hover over him.
“But it’s a problem I would love to solve. Can I kiss you Alexander.”
His eyes are wide, glassy and dark as they jump between my eyes and my mouth. There is such a deep contradiction in this man. He is so big and masculine with smoldering eyes, yet his words are sweet, almost delicate as he tries to stay rooted to a naive existence. Is it wrong of me that I find this so appealing?
Some locks of hair slip from my shoulder that brush his cheek. His hand sweeps them up as his fingers curl the back of my head and he pulls me onto him. Our lips meet in a powerful kiss. It isn’t at all what I expected. I thought a kiss from Alexander would be awkward and maybe even soft, but this is...intense.
I shiver as his hand slips from my head down, down to grab my ass and shift my body so I am laying on top of him. Both of his hands have a demanding hold of my ass causing me to grind into his very firm erection.
Holy shit this is hot. I’m hot.
I lift from him, breaking our connection and pant trying to catch my breath. My thighs straddle him as I reach for the edge of my tee shirt and yank it off of me. His eyes slips to my beige silk bra. I can get away with wearing barely there bras as I am just about a B cup. My mom told me my breasts should fit into one of those vintage champagne glasses which she deemed the perfect size. I never questioned her logic and the way Alexander is looking at me I know my mom wasn’t wrong.
His fingers skim my hip and up to the silk, edging the fabric. I almost moan as the back of his fingers brush past my nipple.
“This isn’t how I imagined any of this. I couldn’t possibly have known.”
Alexander’s words slip out yet I feel as if he is saying it more to himself than me.
He lifts himself up on his arm to be closer to me as his hand reaches around my neck to pull me close. Brushing my lips with his, he gives me light pecks while answering me.
“How sumptuous you are. There is so much to you Aria. How you reveal yourself to me I feel so humble just to be able to touch you.”
Then he takes my mouth again. Not as aggressively as before, but with a hunger. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip. My fingers dig into his shoulders as his firm tongue lightly taunts and then seeks out mine. We became lost in this fog that our lips create.
I have to be honest here, I have never been kissed like this before. There is so much behind it, longing, passion and awe. All the men that have kissed me have been focused on one thing, getting us naked and in bed or against the wall or in the back seat or in the closet (don’t ask). A means to an enjoyable end, but this right here with Alexander feels decadent. Like he wants to take his time and just enjoy the moment. Time is irrelevant.
His lips move from mine to kiss a burning trail down my neck. He stops at my collarbone and bites firmly causing me to yelp in response. Before I have time to say anything he has me on my back. Alexander is kneeling while looking down at me as he begins to take off the sweatshirt I lent him. It gets stuck around his shoulders and he begins to flail around.
“Wait. Here let me help you.”
I get up on my knees and try to push it up over his head with no luck. After a while of me pulling and him pushing we try a new tactic. I lodge my foot on his shoulder as he gets off the bed and bends over. I pull with my hands at the fabric and push him away with my foot. This does the trick but sends me flying back and I do a backwards somersault off the bed.
I jump to my feet in triumph clutching the stretched out top with a big grin on my face.
“Ha! Ha! I got it.”
I look at him and my smile fades as he stands there naked on the other side of the bed. The blanket must have slipped off him as we wrestled the shirt. Alexander looks down and realizes his birthday suit is on display. He tries to bend quickly to the floor to grab the blanket but I stop him before he puts it back on.
“Don’t you dare Alexander. I earned this view.”
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46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
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3. THE Letter
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