Chapter 18
Alex
The next evening
But I don’t care about that today. I check the coffee table again, where several bags of chips, gummy bears, chocolate-covered nuts, and popcorn have found their place. I'm wearing my best pair of sweatpants and the simplest white T-shirt my closet had to offer. Casual outfit, just as promised.
All day I've been thinking about how and when I'm going to bring up my proposal about her shop tonight.
But then I had a better idea. Why not just enjoy the evening, actually watch a movie, and then decide based on the mood?
I wasn't one hundred percent sure if it was a good idea, but I knew one thing: it was exactly what I wanted.
To munch on chips on my couch and watch a movie with the woman who's driving me crazy.
The doorbell rings. I open the door and see Beth.
"You look amazing." And she does. I look at her slightly tamed, wonderfully curly black hair, then at her white top that so beautifully frames her breasts and slender waist, and the tight jeans she has on.
"And you...," she says and laughs. A magnificent laugh that makes my heart soar. "You're really dressed comfortably. I didn't quite have the guts to wear sweatpants," she explains, giggling, then immediately turns serious.
"Alex. I really want to talk to you. We should...," she begins.
"Shhh...," I say, stepping toward her and placing a finger on her lips, just as I’ve done before. She falls silent, and that small touch nearly drives me completely out of my mind. I should just grab her and...
"Dirty Dancing or Eat Pray Love?" I ask, pulling myself together.
"Huh? What?" she asks, looking at me blankly.
"Well, the movie selection," I say.
"Couldn't get any more cliché?" she asks with a grin.
"Come on in first," I say, making an inviting gesture and leading her into the living room.
"That’s not a couch, that’s an entire sectional," she says, astonished. "And these are a few snacks, are they?" she asks, pointing to the overflowing coffee table and looking at me with another grin.
Jeez, this woman radiates something that makes me lose all control.
"Alex, really, let me tell you something first. I think it's important," she tells me, coming so close that I can once again breathe in her seductive scent.
Then it happens: I pull her to me and kiss her.
I want it with every fiber of my being, even though I know she’s right and we should talk things over.
Something's bothering her, and I've got something to get off my chest, too.
But a feeling creeps over me that afterward, there won't be another chance for this.
And I want her.
I've wanted her so badly and for so long.
As quickly as I kissed her, I let her go again, and a long silence hangs between us as we just stare at each other, my hands resting gently on her soft hips.
"I'm sorry. That was forward and..." I begin, but this time, she's the one who kisses me. Just like that, completely out of the blue.
Again, we stare at each other for a few seconds.
And then all inhibitions fall away.
We kiss wildly, passionately. My hands roam over her body, her hands are in my hair, I press her against me, wanting her to feel how fucking turned on I am. A suppressed moan escapes her as I lift her up, spread her legs, press her against the wall, and stand between her warm thighs.
"The clothes have to go," I breathe, letting her down and pulling off my T-shirt.
She looks at me in silence for a moment, her hair wild and sticking out in all directions.
For a second, I worry that she's going to run away again, but instead, she runs her warm hand over my six-pack, and we're kissing again, leaving a trail of clothes as we move toward the couch, where we finally arrive completely naked.
I know I'd had other plans and that this is getting completely out of control, but I don't care, because right now there's nothing I want more than this. Beth.
"Lie down," I say gently, then spread her thighs and lie down between them. We kiss, savoring the feeling of our bodies pressed together.
"Alex, we really should talk first," Beth says between our kisses.
"We should. Absolutely," I reply, slowly kissing my way down her neck, playing with her nipples, which makes her suck in a sharp breath and throw her head back.
I kiss my way down past her navel, and when I reach her labia and feel how wet she is, there's no holding back. I play gently and carefully with her clit with my fingers while I lick her, savoring her every moan, every breath, and feeling it turn me on even more.
My hands alternate between stroking her thighs and her breasts, and finally she twitches a little under me, and I know she just came a little.
"Your turn," Beth says, sitting up and immediately grabbing my hard cock with both hands.
She pushes me back with one hand, kneels beside me, and begins to suck my cock.
She takes her time, does an incredible job, and caresses my balls while she's at it.
It's truly divine. And I enjoy having her next to me, stroking her breasts and ass, which, judging by her breathing, must be good for her, too.
"Stay like that," I say as I'm about to come, push her off my cock, crawl onto the sectional behind her, stroke her wonderful ass, pulling it slightly apart so I can see her asshole, and then slowly push my cock deep inside her pussy.
Beth moans loudly. I thrust gently at first and then gradually increase the pace, my hands running over her ass, along her back, and kneading her wonderful, full breasts, the feeling of them in my hand almost making me come.
"I want to look into your eyes," I hear myself say. That's actually uncharacteristic of me, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm about to come, and I want to look right at her when I do.
So we turn over, Beth lying sweaty and wet beneath me. Her breasts taste wonderful, almost sweet. Simply heavenly.
When I bring my hand to her clit and increase the tempo, and Beth matches my rhythm while grabbing my balls, a tsunami of pleasure washes over me, and heat spreads through every part of my body.
I look directly into her eyes, thrust deep one more time, and moan loudly as I come inside her. To my delight, Beth comes at the same time, writhing and twitching wildly under me.
"You're incredible," I say, panting, and kiss her greedily, and she returns my kiss. "Now we can talk," I say, resting my chin on her chest and looking at her.
Beth hesitates. Then she gives a small grin. "Should we shower first? I'm all sticky."
"Only if I get to soap you up," I say with a mischievous grin.
******
"Hey," I greet Beth the next morning as we wake up on the couch, still naked and snuggled together.
I've been awake for about fifteen minutes, admiring her beautiful naked body next to me and remembering what we did after the shower and during the movie.
We did it all night and fell asleep at some point.
The sex is even better than I remembered, and yet I get the feeling that I might have made things even worse. I mean, it was overwhelming, but if I tell her now that I also want her shop...
I don't want to be an asshole, and yet I feel like I've crossed a line with this night.
"Hey," Beth replies, smiling at me.
"As you can see, I'm still here this time," I return, and kiss her.
"Why? What time is it? I should...," Beth begins, sitting up and looking out the window, where you can see the rising sun perfectly.
"Shit, is it morning already?" Beth asks and shoots up from the couch.
"No need to worry, I...," I begin, wondering what's making her so nervous. It's shortly after seven. Her shop doesn't open for another two hours.
"I have to go. I..." she says, and starts frantically gathering her clothes from the floor.
"Did I do something wrong? Weren't we going to talk?" I ask, not understanding what's going on right now.
"We should have done that last night. Oh, damn it! I... I'm sorry, this must seem weird. But I really have to..."
"It doesn't. No problem," I say quietly, even though I know it does seem pretty weird.
"I'll explain. Soon," she says, gives me a kiss, which I take to mean I didn't do anything wrong after all, and then leaves me with a lot of question marks.
What the hell was that with us?
It couldn't go on like this. Definitely not after last night, because now, nothing was the same.