My face was buried in her neck as her hands clasped the back of my head, gripping my hair in a painful yet pleasurable manner. I gave one last potent thrust that sent us both reeling to the pinnacle of all orgasms which resulted in my knees giving out beneath us.
I followed the vertical alignment of the door down to the floor where she straddled me as I sat on my knees leaning up against her.
The purring in her throat made me look up at her and our eyes connected. Insatiable hunger was still present in those orbs of hers. She squeezed herself around my fading manhood and bit down on her bottom lip. In all my times with a woman, I can say that no one had ever been able to either keep me hard or get me back in the game that damn quick; no one except for Alissa that is.
Round two had begun…
Before we knew it, we were on the floor sitting beside each other with our backs against the front door, trying to gather our wits, not to mention, our breath. Alissa’s head leaned against my shoulder while mine rested on her hair.
The doorbell rang, making us jump. “Shit, the movers,” I said.
As fast as possible, we began to right ourselves. I couldn’t help but notice Alissa’s blush as I knew she was just as guilty as I was at replaying our most recent session in her mind.
***
It was a little after nine when the moving truck had shown up and just passed one in the morning by the time we had unpacked our bedroom and the food that needed to be refrigerated. The rest would have to wait.
Alissa had collapsed atop our freshly-made bed as I walked into the room with two glasses of lemonade Mom had made to go with dinner earlier.
“Tired?” I asked and yawned as I sat down beside her still body.
She let her head drop to the side so she looked over at me. She sighed. “Exhausted.”
I handed her the glass I brought up for her and she sat up before taking it. She chugged it down and after putting it on the bedside table, she let herself fall back onto the sheets.
I finished my drink and set the glass to the side before joining her. She had been quiet for a bit too long and aside from her being tired I could tell that her mind was at work again.
I crawled above her and nuzzled her cheek. She gave me a beaming smile when I pulled away; her eyes opening but only slight as her lids were heavy with fatigue.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” I said.
She never put up a fuss and allowed me to peel away at her dress.
Minutes later, we were cuddled up under the covers and I knew that Alissa had fallen asleep by her soft snoring. Darkness took me not too long after.
Chapter 32
I woke first to the sun peeking through the blinds in our room. Disoriented, I stared at the lavender color on the walls and recalled where I was—home.
We’ve got to do something about these walls.
Waking up in my parents’ old bedroom felt odd but those thoughts faded as the wicked ambitions that engulfed my lower anatomy had begun to flutter through my mind when I felt Alissa’s leg nudge mine. She was sound asleep on her back. It was time to have a little fun.
I crawled under the covers like a man on a mission. If I had it my way, the entire house would be christened with our carnal delights before the end of the upcoming week.
***
After a quick trip to the hardware store, Alissa and I partook in getting Jasper’s room all set up. I’ve never seen a woman so eager to paint and tend to other household chores aside from my own mother. To be honest, Julie had been one of those women that was far too career-oriented that she was never home to tend to the simple task of washing dishes in a sink.
“Babe, you know we don’t have to get it all done today, right?” I said as I watched her continue with the second coat of paint on the two remaining walls.
“I know, but I figured that we could surprise Jasper with his very own finished room by the time he gets back,” she said atop her small three-step ladder. Her excitement was contagious.
“Honey, he’s not coming home for another few weeks at the very least,” I said as I shuffled sideways concentrating on the trim and keeping a straight line.
Who knew a floor could be that comfortable or that Murphy’s Law would dictate things the minute I decided to help my woman out with her project? We just never expected that two people in a small room, ladders, paint brushes, rollers and cans could get us into that much trouble?
Here I was making progress on the trim to the first coat of Jasper’s bedroom walls when I tripped on the drop-cloth which caused me to nudge the bottom of the tiny step ladder that Alissa had been standing on. One minute she was struggling to keep her balance without touching the wet wall and the next, I had dropped my brush and paint bucket to try and catch her as she fell.
Her bucket flew up in the air, her brush remained in her hand and my mad dash to catch her sure as hell didn’t work as planned. I landed on top of her as her bucket of paint landed and splattered everywhere beside us, transforming us into two rather curious looking masterpieces instead of Jasper’s walls.
“Are you okay?” I asked and eased some of my weight off of a howling Alissa.
Her face was red with belly laughs.
“Oh…look at the floor,” she said between giggles.
“I don’t give a shit about the floor, woman, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said and then chucked her paint brush at me as I got up off of her and kneeled between her legs.
“Hey!”
She gave me an innocent look. “What?”
“I’ll show you.”
All in all, what turned out to be a day-long bedroom makeover, turned out to be just that with a side of two grown adults walking around looking like a juvenile’s paint spatter project.
***
As Alissa was making us a late lunch, I had made my way outside to fix that old rickety gate like I’d been meaning to before I opted to become Picasso. What should have been a quick fix turned out to be an hour and a half long endeavor seeing as I hadn’t anticipated the lack of supplies.
I came in to find the living room unpacked and transformed. In truth, there wasn’t much to change in the room. Still, Alissa had managed to make my childhood home feel even more like our home while I was out.
The large stone fireplace mantle was filled with frames of Jasper and me, my parents, one of Julie, Todd and Jasper and two I hadn’t seen until then—an old photo of Theo and I and the other of Alissa, Jasper and me which had been taken over a bowl of pancake batter, a while back, with flour all over our faces. I smiled at the memory.
“What do you think?” she asked with two plates and glasses on a tray and set them down on the large coffee table. “I figured I’d finish up with this room first since we’ll be aching to sit down and relax tonight.”
“I think we need a real photo of the three of us,” I said, then smiled at her.
“It’s as real as you’ll ever get,” she said after her first bite of her sandwich. “I hate posing. The candid and spontaneous shots are the best.”
“All we’re missing is a fire in that hearth,” I said. She’d even stacked books on the shelves.
“I’m definitely looking forward to those cooler nights.”
Chapter 33
A month had come to pass and today, so did Julie’s and Todd’s wedding. Much to my reluctance, I had gone more as a method of support for Alissa who was overseeing the logistics of the entire event. I was also tasked with looking after Jasper and make sure he didn’t get carried away with his typical little boy shenanigans.
In truth, it had been a beautiful and short ceremony. Throughout the day, Alissa and I had caught each other’s eye, exchanging numerous smiles. I found myself wanting of what the newlywed couple had. Yeah, I was slightly jealous.
Once we got home, I took my sleeping son in my arms, brought him to his bed and stripped him down to his underwear before putting his pajamas on. The poor tyke was so exhausted, he never stirred.
Alissa pulled away and escorted me down to the living room where she made me sit down. It was a nightly ritual for us now. We’d find at least a few minutes if not a few hours to just sit, cuddle in random places outside of our bed; talking about our respective days or just being silent and basking in each other’s company. I loved those stolen moments. They were simple, effortless, and of utmost meaning.
I began to remove the pins from her hair with her head laid in my lap. She stilled one of my hands and brought it to her cheek where I cupped it. I stopped what I was doing altogether to look into her eyes and smiled down at her. She turned her head and kissed the inside of my palm. Heated desire ran through my body from the sweetness of her small act.
I groaned.
She smiled up at me with that twinkle in her eyes.
“By that look, it seems like you’re up to no good again,” I said.
She sat up, kissed me and chased her quick peck with a nip to my lower lip before she got up and off the couch altogether. I watched as she turned the gas fireplace on along with the stereo.
“Watch me,” she said.
Who knew that those two precise words could get us into trouble. Then again, getting into trouble with Alissa Hidgins had always been an easy feat and a very rewarding experience at that.
Alissa’s body began to sway to the sultry sound of the tune. I paid no heed to what was playing on the stereo I was so entranced with the woman and the fluidity of her movements that she could have been dancing to polka music for all I cared.
Her hands skimmed her sides, up her middle and over her entire ensemble before settling on her blazer which she removed to reveal her pink satin camisole with its plunging neckline.
My hand went to my throat and undid my tie, leaving it hanging around the back of my neck and shoulders.
I cleared my throat.
She turned her back to me.
The room heated up within seconds.
With the grace of a professional dancer, she twirled, bent over pushing her butt out and ran her hands from her ankles back up to her thighs. She turned to look at me over her shoulder with that bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her hands made their way to the zipper at the back of her pencil skirt. It dropped to the floor.
After turning around and lifting her camisole over her head, she widened her stance and proceeded to let her hair fall through the opening to her shirt before discarding it.
There she stood before me, hair wavy and down her back, skin flushed, wearing nothing but her high-heels and the light pink and black trimmed undergarments that no longer hid much of her flesh but did everything to accentuate the features that begged to be bared for my taking.
“You had this planned out, didn’t you?” I asked hoarsely.
“Maybe.”
My pants were tented up as the evidence of my lust for her kept on building.
Like a cat approaching her prey, she strutted up to me and came to a stop, straddling one of my legs.
I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her.
Her skin, now cool from exposure, began to warm under my fingertips. I found myself leaning forward and into her. She bent forward, her lips making their way toward mine.
Just when they were but a few millimeters away, she stopped and looked at me with those long-lashed and hooded eyes. “Take those pants off, sweetie, you won’t be needing them.”
That commanding tone of hers had come out again. It denoted that she held all the pleasures in the world and that if I complied I would never regret what she had in store.
I got up and did as she requested and proceeded to sit down.
“Nuh…uh,” she said and walked over to me to grab a hold of both ends to my undone tie, pulling me with her as she walked backwards, leading me like a dog on a leash. Hell, I would have been anything for her right about then. “Your shirt,” she said and my hands cooperated and began to unbutton the piece of clothing while our eyes never lost contact.
She brought us to a stop in front of the fireplace, where there was a bit more room. Letting go of my tie, she first kissed my mouth and then began to trail her swollen lips down my front.
On her knees, her hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and stopped to cup my ass through my briefs. She pressed her mouth on my already hardened shaft and blew a puff of hot air which caused a hot flash to rise all the way to my head and drop back down to my toes.
An open palm ran up my chest, grabbed the tie and yanked down. I followed the wordless directive until I hit my knees.
Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, she pulled me hard into her sultry form on the shag-like area rug. My lips crashed hers and I begged for entry, a taste of her that was better than the finest wine, the world’s best chocolate, a flavor that I could never grow tired of. Her hands released my tie and proceeded to push my shirt off of my shoulders. My arms surrounded her once they were free.
I made haste of her bra, paid homage to those two glorious mounds of flesh of hers that had pebbled and grown taut in want. Her fingernails dug into the back of my shoulders and I thrived on the sensation of pain-pleasure.
Her head fell back and I felt the pull to let gravity take hold so I laid us down on the carpeted floor.
Her hair fanned around her head, framing her face like an angel’s halo. Her nipples glistened with the wetness from my mouth as I kneeled between her legs and began to unfasten the garter that held her stockings up. I kissed the skin I exposed from each leg, ridding her of her shoes as well.
I spent some time with the skin of her stomach and hips, dipping my tongue in her navel which granted me with a back arch and a low rumble in her chest. I slipped my fingers under the sides of her tiny lacy underwear and garter belt and pulled, moving my kisses south until I had reached her pelvic bone.
The scent of her arousal invaded my senses. I rushed to drop the thin pieces of lace and rid myself of my underwear.
The heat emanating from the fireplace was a mere sensation of heightened temperature that couldn’t compete with the heat that raged under the surface of my skin.
I guided myself to her entrance and started to push in before hovering over her on my elbows, grabbing her hands with one of mine. Her eyes were fused to mine as I took in the look of passion that shimmered there.
As I began to thrust with the sole purpose of rendering her spent in complete satisfaction, I watched her lips purse and heard the beginnings of her soulful moans permeate the air.
She writhed in pleasure beneath me as her climax slammed hard into her thus rendering me helpless and at the mercy of my own. Spent and sated, our bodies lay limp, side-by-side as I reached for the throw from the couch and covered our nakedness while we cuddled by the fire.
***
I walked out of the bathroom after our individual showers and noticed that Alissa looked as if something was on her mind. I only chucked it up to the craziness of the day. It had been a day that had set things further into perspective for me as if it hadn’t been clear enough already.
In my arms, she started to doze and my heavy lids were letting me know that I would fallow her into darkness shortly. With words of love, we kissed and I had reached a decision—a monumental one at that.
Chapter 34
A few weeks later, Doctor Messing had brought us all back for a progress report on Jasper’s health. To say that Julie, me and the rest of us adults were on edge was a huge understatement.
It had been a month since Jasper’s release from the hospital. Two months since my beautiful girlfriend might have altered the course of our lives forever by taking a leap of faith in an attempt to save my son’s life.
“So,” Doctor Messing said with all seriousness in his tone. Alissa and I reached out to each other and linked our hands thankful that Jasper wasn’t in the room w
ith us but outside with one of the nurses in the reception area. “I’ve run a full exam, the necessary blood-work and the scans,” he said and fell silent.
I wanted to stand, reach across his desk, wrap my hands around his shoulders and shake him like a ragdoll. The suspense was killing me. Come out and say it dammit.
The moment of truth…
Life or death…
The man seated across the desk from the four of us steepled his fingers over my son’s file. His lips were in a thin line.
And then…
My heart began to beat out of my chest.
This is it.
A smile…an honest to God genuine smile spread across the man’s face.
“It looks fantastic so far,” Messing said. “Of course, I’d like to keep seeing Jasper and monitor his progress but I see no reason why I should see him more than every couple of weeks. His numbers keep going up every day and his energy seems to be coming back slowly but I see no need to keep him from school. Of course, I’d recommend starting him a day or two a week at first so he doesn’t exhaust himself starting now. Come January, if nothing happens, his numbers keep climbing, I may be able to give the little guy a clean bill at the rate he’s going.”
“He’s cured?” Julie asked.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Messing said. “He’s on his way to what we like to call remission but it’s pointing that way, yes.”
I was elated. I was thrilled. Hell, I don’t know what else I could tell you to pin-point the exact emotions that reeled through me in that moment.
My body began to shake, releasing the pent up stress, worry, anxiety that have become a permanent fixture in my everyday life over the last few months. Just when I would have thought my reaction to be one of jumping up for joy and taking this man into a bone crushing hug, my body had fallen to complete mush. The muscles in my legs were lost. The cheering and excitement in the room was nothing but a pool of muffled sounds that came from a distance as the blood rushed through my ears. And then I felt her.
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