Pursuit For Lucidity (Crashing Waves)

by Marie Jem

  “It’s only me, baby. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” he assured.

  He kissed me on the lips, my neck, my breasts, moving down towards my abdomen and finally made his way down there, again. He moved my legs further apart and gently slid his middle finger inside, moving it in and out slowly as he twirled his tongue around and around. He added another finger, sliding it in and out with ease, making me moan with pleasure.

  He lay on top of me, gently penetrating into me and igniting my fire. I had forgotten where I was, who I was, and what I was doing. There was so much pleasure that my senses were on overdrive. The deeper he moved the more pleasure I felt, moaning out of control. My pulse quickened as my heart felt as though it was going to pound out of my chest. I began to convulse. This was it. This was what I had read about in books and seen on television. I had finally experienced it and no other feeling in the world could compare. Alex groaned loudly as he came, pressing his chest hard against mine, as he lay on top of me, listless.

  “Claire,” he whispered, “this was the most amazing night of my entire life. I love you,” he added.

  “I love you too, Alex,” I confessed. We spent that night nude, wrapped around one another as we surrendered to sleep, together.

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  In the middle of the night, I turned over in the bed and realized Alex was missing. I looked around and found him standing by the window, looking outside. I got out of bed and walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around him, startling him, since he hadn’t heard me get out of bed.

  “What’s wrong? Why are you up in the middle of the night, looking outside?” I asked.

  Alex took a deep breath, taking my hand, “I couldn’t sleep, baby. I woke up and that was it. I didn’t want to toss and turn and awaken you so I got up,” he replied.

  “Is something on your mind? It’s not like you to get up in the middle of the night,” I said.

  “Everything’s fine, baby. I’m just thinking about how happy you make me. Let’s go to sleep,” he took my hand and pulled me to the bed. We didn’t go to sleep for a while. We made love again. We couldn’t get enough of one another. I wondered if we would even leave the room that weekend.

  As I was beginning to awaken, I felt as if someone was staring right at me. I opened my eyes to find Alex laying on his side with his hand propping up his head, staring at me while I slept. He smiled when I woke up startled. “Good morning, beautiful. I love watching you sleep and admiring your beauty,” he said.

  “Good morning, Alex, and happy birthday. Today it’s officially your birthday. What would you like to do today? This room is ours until noon tomorrow,” I reminded him.

  “That’s right, another night here. Let’s go to the nightclub downstairs tonight. We can eat there and dance until morning, among other things I’d like to do with you,” he replied with a sexy grin.

  “I would love to, but I didn’t bring anything dressy to wear to a club,” I noted.

  “We will go shopping, don’t you worry. But first, I want you for breakfast,” he said kissing me from head to toe and turning into that wild animal again.

  We ordered room service that morning and did not leave the room until at least five o’clock in the evening. Our dinner and club reservations were at ten o’clock and we still had to go shopping. I had packed jeans and tops and only had that one dress that I had worn the night before. Alex was like a kid in a candy store when we were shopping for dresses. He wanted to purchase every dress and shoe I tried on. He dressed me in short, sexy dresses and shoes that one of my entire paychecks wouldn’t cover. I insisted that I pay for them, but he would not have it. We returned to the hotel with four dresses and two pairs of shoes for me, and a pair of designer jeans, two pairs of shoes, a belt, and a shirt for Alex.

  “Thank you, Alex. I can’t believe you insisted on buying all these dresses and shoes for me when it’s your birthday. I should be the one purchasing gifts for you,” I said.

  “Claire, it’s a gift for me to see you in those sexy dresses and hot shoes. You will wear them for me, and I will undress you and…well, you know the rest,” he winked. “Now, how about a nice, hot shower together?” he asked, removing my clothing before I had an answer.

  The shower was very warm, almost too warm. Alex seemed to like really hot water. It was a rain shower from the ceiling and sides of the stall, large enough to accommodate two people very comfortably.

  “Alex, don’t you think it’s too hot?” I asked.

  “It’s always hot when you’re around, baby,” he replied, kissing me hard, pushing his tongue against mine. He looked even hotter wet. His hair had grown out a little and a part of it fell over his eyes, his bright blue eyes. He pressed me against the wall of the shower and I could feel his erection hard against my body.

  “I want your mouth on it, baby,” he said, looking down at his hardness. I kneeled down and opened my mouth and took it in deep repeatedly. Alex groaned loudly. I stood up again and he kissed me even harder, pressing me against the wall, working his finger slowly into me. He added another finger, moving them in and out slowly, adding more pleasure by the second. He lifted me up, opened my legs and wrapped them around his body.

  Before I even knew it, he was inside of me. His thrusts here quicker and deeper than they had been the day before. I felt lightheaded. Was it the heat? My pulse was quickening and I could feel my heart beating harder and louder into my ears. I could take it no longer. I moaned so loudly that I embarrassed myself. Alex looked happy as he finished off with a very loud groan.

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  Alex wanted me to wear the new metallic silver Nicole Miller dress he had purchased for me with matching jeweled Jimmy Choo sandals. The dress was tight and very short with a v-shaped front and back. The back part was open all the way down to the small of my back. Alex looked as handsome as ever in his new clothes. He wore a tight, dark metallic charcoal grey shirt with his new designer jeans and Louis Vuitton shoes and matching belt. He looked drop dead gorgeous.

  “Shall we?” he asked. I put my hand on the inside of his elbow and we headed down to dinner. We would be dining where I had originally made reservations for the previous evening, but canceled because it would have been too loud for the quiet evening Alex had requested. We walked into Drai’s, which was a very modern steakhouse and nightclub. Alex had reserved a window seat, so we would enjoy the beautiful view of the city.

  “What would you like to drink, baby?” he asked.

  “I really enjoyed that apple martini last night. I think I would like the same, please,” I replied.

  “One apple martini for the beautiful lady, and a Blue Label on the rocks for me, please,” he ordered. He turned to me after the waitress left to get our drinks and remind me of how nice he thought I looked that evening, “Claire, you look absolutely stunning. You always look hot, but tonight you look more beautiful than ever,” he complimented.

  “Thank you, Alex. You’re making me blush. You look great as well. But you always look great, so it’s not so shocking,” I smiled.

  Alex laughed, “hardly,” he said.

  “You order for both of us, Alex. I’m so hungry, I can eat anything,” I confessed. He was more than happy to look over the menu and order what he thought we would both enjoy. Our drinks arrived, but I did not want to start drinking on an empty stomach in fear of the alcohol going straight to my head. I asked for some bread and butter to start with while we waited for our meal.

  The dinner Alex ordered tasted very delicious. We were eating so fast, I was afraid my stomach was going to protrude and I would look bloated in that beautiful, tight dress.

  “Just eat, baby. We will burn it off on the dance floor,” he reminded. We both laughed as we inhaled the remainder of our dinner, leaving absolutely no room for dessert.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Dr. Alex Blake and Miss Claire Morgan,” Mark Kohler announced as he walked toward our table with a sexy playboy model looking woman in each arm. I wanted to crawl under the ta
ble and hide. I squeezed Alex’s hand under the table. “What brings the two of you here, together? Claire, does your boyfriend know of your dinner date?” he asked. He made me sick. I could feel Alex boiling next to me.

  “Hi Mark. I am her boyfriend. Claire is my girlfriend. Now that it’s all out in the open, you can leave her alone,” he told him, bluntly.

  “Will you guys be going to the club?” asked Mark, ignoring Alex’s angry tone.

  “We are still debating whether or not we should go. Claire and I are spending the weekend at this hotel,” Alex replied. I wished he hadn’t said that. Mark’s face changed after that comment. He seemed to turn evil again.

  “Oh, really?” he asked through an artificial smile. “Isn’t that nice? Well, you guys enjoy your romantic weekend together,” he added and walked away with his dates.

  “Oh my God, Alex. How uncomfortable was that?” I asked, still shaking.

  “He comes here often. I’ve heard him talk about the food at the restaurant we dined in last night. I also recall him mentioning this place to me many times. Looks like either we were at the wrong place at the wrong time, or this is a blessing. I’d like to think of it as a blessing. Now that he knows you’re mine, he can keep his paws to himself,” Alex said, comfortably. “You know what, baby? This is turning out to be one hell of a weekend. Thanks for planning such a wonderful birthday getaway for us. I couldn’t have asked for anything more,” he added with a naughty smile. “I love you, Claire Morgan,” he kissed me.

  “I love you too, Dr. Blake,” I replied, leaning closer and kissing him. “I don’t know about you, but I need another drink,” I added.

  “Another apple martini for my lady and another Blue Label on the rocks for me, please,” he ordered. It was almost midnight when we decided to go to the club. Alex had booked a VIP section for us, as he had done at his friend’s nightclub. I hoped and prayed that Mark would not be at the club. Alex and I were dancing so close to one another. He pulled me close to him and said something in my ear that sounded like, “Don’t look, but he’s here.” I knew he was talking about Mark. He pulled me closer to him and started kissing me. I knew it was because he wanted to make Mark jealous and to let him know that I was taken. A few moments later, he updated me, “Okay, he left. His girls went with him,” he added.

  We danced, drank some more, and danced again. It was past three in the morning when we finally went back to our room. The second we stepped inside Alex started to unzip my dress as I began to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt. It must have been the alcohol in our system because our clothes were not coming off fast enough. My heart was going to beat out of my chest with anticipation. Finally, we were both naked and on the couch of the hotel suite. There was so much heat between us. Our lovemaking was long and slow, as we climaxed simultaneously. I fell asleep on that couch and Alex had to carry me to the bed. He wrapped his arms around me as we fell asleep until morning.

  All good things had to come to an end, just like our wonderful weekend getaway. We ordered in room dining as we packed up our things preparing for check out. I had a slight headache that morning, probably from all the alcohol the night before. Our breakfast arrived and we ate slowly, enjoying every moment in that room, which had been a very special place for us since that Friday night. We finished packing and checked out of the hotel and headed to Alex’s house. He did not let go of my hand for a second on the drive home. Every now and then he would kiss my hand, then hold it against his cheek.

  “I had an amazing birthday, thanks to you, Claire. I really don’t like celebrating my birthday, but you made it so special this year that you changed the way I feel about it,” he said.

  “What’s the big deal about birthdays, Alex? Everyone has one every year. How come you didn’t like making a big deal out of it? We all age each year, there’s no getting out of that,” I chuckled.

  “I had a really bad birthday one year and that just changed things for me. I don’t want to get into that today and put a damper on a perfect weekend. But you’ve changed that for me. Thank you, baby,” he added.

  “You’re very welcome, Alex,” I replied.

  Alex pulled my car past the private gate to his house and drove up the beautiful stone paved road. I had forgotten how beautiful the beach looked on a clear day. I hadn’t had the chance to shower at the hotel in the morning before we checked out, since we had overslept, so I wanted to take one as soon as I could.

  “I will join you, beautiful,” Alex began removing every item of my clothing, before he started the shower. The water was very hot again, but Alex kept insisting it was because I was next to him, causing all that heat and steam. He washed my hair and lathered my body. After our shower, Alex carried me to his bed, kissing every inch of my existence. I was about to beg him to make love to me, but he took his time. He began slowly, softly kissing my lips, my neck, my breasts and my abdomen. He began making his way down, but stopped and slowly headed back up towards my breasts, and kissed and sucked on my nipples. He finally made it down there and this time, he worked his magic, but stopped right as I was about to come.

  “Why did you stop?” I asked, puzzled.

  “Because I want you on top,” he answered.

  Alex turned me over on top of him, “Sit on it, baby,” he commanded. I was on top this time, something new to me. I slipped his erection into me as he started thrusting his pelvis toward me as I pulled him deeper into me. I liked it because I was in control for a change. I started moving up and down faster and that feeling of pleasure returned. It was more intense this time around, every movement deeper into me caused me to moan out of control until that final thrust caused me to convulse, as I finally came with Alex also groaning loudly as he came. I collapsed on top of Alex, my breasts pressed against his chest. I was exhausted, and Alex looked spent as well.

  After our lovemaking, Alex insisted we take a nap together, in one another’s arms. As he ran his fingers through my damp hair, he said something very interesting, “Claire, promise me you won’t find another man and leave me for him.”

  “Alex, why would I do that?” I asked, puzzled by his request.

  “Just promise me that one thing. It’s not too much to ask, is it?” he asked.

  “Okay, I promise not to leave you for another man. Do you mind telling me why you think I might do such a thing?” I asked.

  “That’s another thing I will get to on another day. I don’t want to talk about such things during the best weekend of my life,” he replied, kissing me. “I love you, Claire,” he added before he fell asleep. I couldn’t help but wonder why he would ask me to make such a promise out of the blue. Had he been hurt before in a past relationship? Then again, hadn’t we all been hurt at some point in our lives? I tried not to dwell on it so much. I was tired from all the exciting activities from the weekend and needed a power nap. I admired the view of the beautiful blue ocean as my eyelids became heavy and sleep found me.

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  I was half asleep with my eyes still closed when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I peeked through my eyelids and found Alex sitting next to me, watching me as I slept.

  “I love watching you sleep. You’re so beautiful,” he said.

  “What time is it, Alex?” I asked.

  “It’s almost six. I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful and in a deep sleep,” he replied. I jumped out of bed, realizing I was totally naked.

  “Alex, we have to head out to my place. We have to go to work tomorrow and I still have laundry to do,” I said.

  “Don’t worry about it. I will do it once we get to your place. I’m really good at laundry by the way,” he smiled. Alex packed his things for the week, so he wouldn’t have to drive back and forth. I was feeling very groggy, since I had overslept. I wondered if I would be able to sleep that night, since my nap was nearly three hours long.

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  Once we got to my condo, Alex made us sandwiches, since we hadn’t eaten in hours. He took care of all the laun
dry as he had promised. Katherine texted me for the details of the weekend, but I let her know that Alex was with me, so I couldn’t give her the juicy details and would call her on my way to work the next morning. Alex’s cell phone kept ringing and he kept ignoring the call. Finally, after the third time his cell phone rang, he excused himself and went out on the veranda to speak with whoever it was. He looked very irritated out there and I could barely make out what he was saying. Only bits and pieces were audible, “I told you, I’m done with it,” he said. What was he done with? Who was he speaking with?

  When I looked at him, he just looked at me and shrugged. I could read his lips as he said “sorry,” and continued his conversation. “That’s never happening. Never. Do you hear me?” was the last of what I could make out. I was finishing my sandwich as Alex came back inside.

  “Sorry, baby. I just had to take that call,” he said.

  “Is everything okay, Alex? Something seems to be bothering you lately and you’re not talking about it. When are you going to talk to me?” I asked.

  “I promise, Claire. We will talk about all the crazy things that have happened to me in my life. Just not today, please, not this weekend, not for a while. I’ve been so happy the past few months, I just don’t want to talk or think about anything negative. You understand that, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I understand. I won’t bring it up again until you’re ready to talk,” I replied.

  Alex hugged me tightly and took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, “Thank you baby. Thank you for understanding,” he said. “I think we need a drink, don’t you?” he asked.

  “That sounds good right about now. I will get some wine,” I said as I opened a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses for Alex and I. I would get to the bottom of what was bothering Alex soon enough. Was he in a lawsuit? Did a surgery go wrong due to a surgical error causing the death of a patient? I had so many questions, but knew it wasn’t the right time to interrogate him.