“I heard you speaking with Julie before I came in to interrupt. Actually, I heard the close to the entire argument,” I said and felt my face warm at my confession.
Her eyes grew in surprise and worry made its appearance. “So, that bit about m-me…” Her voice faltered.
“About you not giving up, that if things would end, it would be my call, yeah, I heard it.”
She huffed. “Well that’s just-”
“Wonderful,” I said and tilted her averted face so I could get a better read on her. The back of my fingers grazed her jaw bone before I trailed a gentle hand to the back of her neck. “Allie?”
Her gaze darted back and forth between my eyes and mouth. “Hmm?”
I leaned toward her, stopping right before our lips touched. “I’m not letting you go.” I closed the distance, gently pressing my lips to hers for all too short a time. She kept her eyes closed and leaned forward as if expecting more but I pulled away. “Here.” I grabbed the fork to feed her a bite of the dessert. The sound she made when the flavour engulfed her taste-buds was borderline orgasmic in nature. “Holy hell, Allie,” I said and she blushed. “That was…uh-”
“You like your women vocal,” she said and took the second bite I offered her.
I gave her a curt nod and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I never knew I would this much, though. You do something to me when those sounds escape…” Her hand gripped my thigh then rubbed up. I nuzzled her jaw. “I’m beginning to think that dessert would have been better in a to-go bag,” I said.
“We should finish this.” She took the fork out of my hand and scooped another bite and fed it to me. “It’s too good to waste.”
“And then what?” I asked.
“And then you can take me home. I need out of these god-awful heels.”
“I don’t know why you women bother with those torturous devices but I do have to admit,” I said and began to rub my hand up from her knee to her inner thigh, inching higher, “I definitely appreciate the sacrifice.”
She dropped the fork onto the tabletop. I heard its clang as it toppled onto the tiled floor beneath the table. She was the first to get up, straighten her dress from its high position, and raise her hand to be noticed. “Check please.”
Chapter 9
After parking the car, I ran around to open the door and escorted Alissa out. She followed close behind me until we made it up the front steps. I was unlocking the door when I felt her arms come from behind with a hug.
“What’s that for?” I asked as I pushed the door inward, urging her ahead of me.
“Just because.”
She turned to face me as I turned the deadbolt. “You’re a sweetheart,” I said. “You do things without thinking, like its effortless for you. It’s like you know how the small things matter most to me.”
“Really?” she said and I nodded. “Most men would call that overbearing and clingy.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“There’re a few more things I like about you too,” I said as I approached her stilled frame and held her hips so she stayed put. I kissed her cheek. “I like the way you ramble on when you get nervous,” I kissed her other cheek, “how you bite that lower lip of yours when you get flustered,” I kissed her nose, “how you wrinkle this,” I flicked her nose, “when you think I’m full of shit like you just did.” She laughed. I grabbed her face in my hands and looked into her eyes, “and I particularly love the way you look at me when you discover something new about me or when I do something that gets you all hot and bothered.” I kissed the side of her mouth.
She arched into me, put her hands on my chest and said, “Is that all?”
“Nope,” I said. I brushed her lips with mine, “my list could go on. A week wouldn’t ever be long enough to convince you that I’m telling you the truth but I’ll try with the few days we have left.”
“Is there anything you don’t like?” She took me back with her question.
I pondered for a short moment. “Only two things come to mind,” I said. “I dislike the fact that you don’t seem to believe me when I pay you a compliment, I despise the fact that your exes have made you feel less than deserving when you should have been treated like gold…you’re perfect, and I hate the fact that you have to go away at the end of this week.”
I could tell she didn’t quite know what to say to my purge but I needed to know.
“Allie,” I said, “say something.”
“T-that’s three things,” she said with a quivering voice. My hands dropped to my sides and my lips tried to quirk up in a smile but I was sure they had formed something akin to a grimace. The woman fought her emotions quite well and I couldn’t quite get a read on her.
“Allie.” I wanted to apologize for possibly spooking her.
Just when I thought she would bolt, she did the opposite. She closed the gap between our bodies making me succumb to her feverish kiss. Words didn’t seem to cut it for her and her speechless state but her actions conveyed more than enough to appease my soul.
What might have started off as a demanding kiss soon became one filled with gentility. With passion and sensuality she conveyed more than I ever could imagine. Each of her kisses I returned with as much urgency adding to the proof of what I saw in her; of how she made me feel.
I pulled away first and she said, “You’re too good for me.” She pecked my lips.
“I think it’s the other way around,” I said, “but I’d like to say that I bring a certain je ne sais quoi.”
The light danced in her eyes. “I suppose,” she said and the next thing I knew, she was running upstairs toward my bedroom, giggling.
“Why you little…” I chased after her. I found her barefoot, standing at the foot of my bed, waiting for me with a smile and looking flushed from her mad dash. I arched my brow as I walked up to her. “Screw the next few days,” I said, “I’ll make sure that you believe how beautiful you are inside and out before the night’s end, and maybe I can prove my worth while I’m at it.”
“Impossible,” she declared and bit down on her lip. Was she taunting me? I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. Her arms wrapped themselves around my neck.
I nuzzled her nose. “Nothing’s impossible, sweetheart,” I said and trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck and up to the tender skin below her ear, “just you wait and see.” I took her lobe between my teeth and sucked on it, her breath getting caught in her throat.
“Pax…”
“Hmm?”
“Prove it,” she said with all the sincerity I’d ever heard from her.
“What’s that…my worth or-”
“Paxton,” she said and held my eyes, “I already know your worth, and Fort Knox couldn’t hold your weight in gold.”
I pecked her lips. “Definitely a sweetheart,” I said.
She undid the buttons to my black dress shirt, trailing kisses down my chest as she revealed the skin.
I kissed her, one hand clasping the side of her face, the other unzipping the back of her dress. The material pooled at her feet and I guided her until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. I stepped back and unbuckled my pants, admiring her appearance. She was wearing nothing more than a red lace thong.
“You mentioned sweet and slow for tonight,” she said, “I figured I’d bring a little naughty since I know you like it so much.”
I smiled down at her as she stepped up to me. “That you did,” I said, “and I like it very much.”
I took her lips with mine and laid her down. I covered her body with my own, kissing, tasting and caressing down her chest before taking her nipple to savor her sweetness. I switched to the other and inflicted the same bit of tender attention as the first.
I basked in the sweet melody of her sighs, whimpers and moans. Tucking my fingers beneath the sides of her underwear, I pulled them down. I kissed down one side, ridding her of the tiny bit of lace once I’d reached one foot and began my ascent on the other.
“Alissa, you ha
ve no clue how special you are,” I said when I reached her knee. “You know just what to say and do when I’m down and out.” I climbed to her thigh, my hand rubbing the inner portion of it and I felt her tremble as my lips made contact with the sensitive flesh in the crease where her leg met her hips. “You’re smart, sweet, forgiving, and affectionate,” I said as I reached her core. “You’re the sexiest creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of being with.” I kissed the top of her mound. She arched her hips up to me in presentation and I pushed them down. I indulged her for a bit and took her bud into my mouth, sucking and running my tongue over it as her moans grew desperate for release. “When you’re in the room, there isn’t anything else I want to do but be with you.” I pulled away. She groaned from the absence of my mouth, my breath on her core, “and when I think of you going back home, I find myself wanting to be selfish and keep you for myself.” I kissed around her navel and kept moving up.
Alissa’s breathing became laboured. I moved my kisses to the hollow between her breasts and looked up at her face. “Most of all, I love the way you look at me. The whole world fades away, my troubles disappear,” I said and grabbed her right hand, kissing the inside of its palm while keeping her gaze. “You’re compassionate,” I brought those hands above her head, interlacing our fingers. I grabbed her left hand and administered the same infliction as I had to her right, “you’re accepting,” I covered her body, her face inches from mine. “We might have just met in person but we’ve known each other for nearly a year. I know that there’s a lot more to know about each other but I want that opportunity, Alissa.” Her eyes watered. “I can’t see myself saying goodbye without knowing that you’re mine, not now, not two days from now, not yet.”
That was it.
I had put my entire heart on the line without even batting an eyelash. I had never done that to this degree—not even with Julie. She hadn’t been one for romance and heartfelt anything. What happened with Julie was simply the natural evolution of a relationship; what we thought we’d both wanted; what others had wanted; what felt comfortable. How Alissa made me feel was out of my control and I welcomed it with open arms, never actually having felt like this before.
“Please don’t cry,” I said against her lips, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” I let my forehead fall to her shoulder and sighed.
Had I gotten it all wrong?
Was it too quick?
Had I just ruined it all between us?
What if she didn’t feel the same?
What if she does?
I felt her lips on my shoulder. She let go of one of my hands, reached for my chin and tilted my head to look at her.
“And you thought you had no worth,” she said. The tears she had tried to contain had overflowed but she was smiling. “I’m not going anywhere, Paxton. I’d be crazy to let this go, whatever this is.”
She flipped me over and began to kiss my chest in all her naked glory. With a trail down to my stomach, the feel of her lips combined with her soft hands drove me wild. I arched my hips up to help her slide my boxers off. I caught her licking her lips as she eyed my erection. The want in her eyes told me that she was a woman on a mission.
Alissa took me into her hand, kissed the tip and licked the rim before I wrapped my hand around her wrist to stop her.
“Allie,” I said and gulped, “this isn’t what I planned-”
“Shh,” she said, “let me take care of you.”
I felt her tongue graze my entire length and all inhibition almost left me. “Not yet,” I said, “I need to be in you.”
She must have been feeling the same sense of urgency as I was because with a sly smile, she grabbed the condom and sheathed me. I grabbed her arms and pulled so she covered my body and with a swift thrust of my leg between hers, I flipped us so she lay on her back beneath me.
“This is supposed to be about you,” I said before briefly plundering her mouth with my tongue.
“Who said it wasn’t?” Her hand reached up to stroke my cheek, “I wanted to do that.”
Without wasting any more time, I positioned myself at her entrance and rubbed my length through her slit, teasing her swollen nub and feeling the wetness of her folds. I pushed into her slowly. Her eyes widened with the feel of me stretching her tight channel. I withdrew, leaving only the tip inside and stayed there. I cradled her cheek with one hand and let my other slide the length of her body, down to her leg and wrapped it around my waist. I plunged into her again, our eyes never straying.
Our bodies rocked with a rhythm in time only meant for us. I stroked through her, felt her tension build around me. Her slight internal tremors told me she was near her peak.
I kissed her collarbone and neck making her arch, her core squeezed me in a begging act for release. Her nails dug into my shoulders before moving to massage the nape of my neck. She pulled back on my hair and covered my mouth with hers as her moans grew louder.
When her climax hit, her insides wrung mine out of me. We cried in ecstasy into each other’s mouths. I thrust until I knew she had come down from her heights, her hands stroking my hair as I nuzzled her cheek.
“That,” she said and swallowed as she tried to regain her breath, “was…oh hell…I can’t put words to what just happened.”
I smirked. “Oh, baby, way to go to boost the ego but we’re not done yet.”
She gave me a wry smile. “I was hoping that you’d say that.”
***
She had me up against the cold tile wall but I wasn’t feeling much of the temperature difference. My body overheated. The feel of her scolding mouth over my cock, her ministrations as she stroked, licked, and slurped had my head tilted back in ecstasy.
I was at Alissa’s mercy and I wasn’t about to complain either. The woman had a fierce hunger—one she had never let on about. Then again, apparently neither had I.
I came hard and fast into the back of her throat. She slowed her strokes and continued to milk me with that devil mouth of hers as she swallowed every last drop of my essence.
When the feel of her velvety tongue and lips had disappeared, I looked down and met her eyes. Her smile said it all as she got up to her feet.
“The way you do that-” I said but she pulled my head down to hers and kissed me with hungry abandon. I could taste myself on her lips, something I had grown accustomed to and rather enjoyed. The woman sure knew how to take care of me.
“I’m glad you enjoyed,” she said between quick pecks, “now, let’s get out of here.”
She made a move for the stall’s door but I yanked her back hard against my chest. “Not so fast, my little vixen.” I bit her earlobe, “it’s my turn now.”
I turned her around to face me and pressed her back into the wall before dropping to my knees.
I pressed my face into her core, guided her leg over my shoulder, further opening her treasure to me. By instinct, she pressed herself into my face as I reached for her other leg, my hands and shoulders bearing her weight. I dipped my tongue into her depths, as far as it would go.
“Mmm…Pax.”
I felt the grip of her hands in my wet hair grow tighter as her hips rotated in a circular motion, my hands latched to her ass as she grounded herself into my face. I nibbled on her clit when I thought she was ready and with a guttural cry, I tasted the full flavour of her sex. Her sweetness made me moan. I wanted more of her.
I managed to build her up again, refusing to let her come down from that high of hers. Before I could send her over the edge a second time, I caught her mumbling something I couldn’t quite make out with her thighs squeezing against my ears. Her hands yanked my head back.
“Too much,” she said, breathless, “it’s too much.”
Well that’s new.
I brought down one leg and then the other until she slid down to straddle my waist. My hand headed south to test the waters. Her eyes snapped shut and her head leaned against the wall as a light moan made its escape.
My tongue might have been too m
uch for her but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining about my hand as she rode it. I took the opportunity to marvel at her many faces of ecstasy as I let her find a rhythm that better stroked her needs.
“Beautiful,” I said, “you’re absolutely breathtaking.”
As her momentum built, she tilted her head forward and opened her eyes. Her climax was like seeing fireworks go off in those irises. She bit on her bottom lip, preventing her scream from erupting into my face while her body shuddered over me, her core squeezing my two digits.
Her internal tremors subsided and I pulled my hand away. “Amazing,” I whispered against her lips, before assisting her to her wobbly legs.
I wrapped a towel around her body, kissing away the beads of water that remained on her shoulders from behind. She leaned back into me and I folded my arms around her torso.
“Tired?” I asked.
“Not really, I think that shower woke me up.” She winked at me in the vanity mirror. Her towel fell to the floor as she walked out of my grasp. “Come to bed, I want to cuddle.”
“You know damn well that won’t happen with you naked.”
“Are we having a hard time controlling ourselves?” She laughed before throwing me a devilish smile over her shoulder.
“It’s not me I’m worried about, sweetheart, it’s you,” I said before dropping my own terrycloth sheet and following her.
I sat with her between my legs, wrapped in the sheets as we watched some TV. Alissa had grown silent, her laughter at the sitcom that was on had halted altogether. I looked down to find her sound asleep. Leaning my head onto the padded headboard, I closed my eyes.
Chapter 10
Morning had come and I realized that I was alone in my room. A listening ear was all it took to know that Alissa was in the bathroom, taking a shower. The smell in the air told me that she had made coffee.
I rushed downstairs, grabbed two cups, added her cream and sugar just like I’d watched her do over the last few days. By the time I had returned, she stood in the bathroom doorway with nothing on but my black dress shirt from last night, her tresses, damp.
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