Chapter 11 - Brad
Thrills run through me as Alisha kisses me back, reaching for my lips with hers and gripping my waist. I keep my touch gentle and light, ready to let her pull away any time she wants.
She wriggles closer to me and writhes against me, and even though excitement is surging through my blood, I hold myself back.
The last thing I want to do is frighten her…I want her to feel safe.
I can’t deny that I’m still carrying my guilt over what I did to her, and I know I deserve all the blame.
And I don’t deserve her.
I don’t want her if she isn’t completely willing. If she gives in to desires when she still has resentment toward me, it will only drive a deeper gap between us.
I want this to be real, not just a momentary release of hormones and heat.
I put my hands on her shoulders, very gently, and apply a little pressure to hold her back.
“Alisha,” I whisper, mesmerized by her lips being an inch away from mine. Her scent is thick, rising from the heat of her body, completely engulfing me and confusing my senses.
“Yes, Brad?”
It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts again and remember what I want to say.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask.
She nods. “I feel…safe. For the first time in a long time. And I want you. I’ve missed you so much.”
Her words bring a huge smile to my face, and my heart surges with joy, but I’m still not convinced.
I still haven’t told her why I left her. How can she trust me so much?
“Should we go to the couch?” I ask, hoping I have the courage to finally bare my soul.
“Sure,” she says with a wink, and a wide, expectant grin that makes my knees weak.
Alisha takes my hand and leads me down the hall to the living room, waiting for me to sit down before she snuggles in close to me and puts her legs across mine.
“Where were we?” she mutters, grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer. I fall into her kisses, the warmth of her mouth, the press of her body, and the lust rising between us, wiping my mind clear again.
“Wait,” I gasp, pulling back and taking a deep breath as if I’ve been underwater.
I am fucking drowning.
“What for?” she asks, wriggling under me. I struggle to regain my train of thought.
“I know it was important…” I mutter.
She laughs softly.
“Okay,” she mutters, sitting up and pushing me back. Before I can stop her, she’s wriggled up until she’s sitting astride my lap with her hands on my shoulders. “I really appreciate you being such a gentleman,” she says. “And we should talk, and we will. But right now, can you just kiss me?”
“Alisha,” I whisper. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Check us out,” she giggles, gripping my shoulders and wriggling on my lap. “If anyone’s taking advantage here, it’s me!”
Looking up at her beautiful smile, all I can do is smile back. “I will do whatever you think is best,” I mutter lamely.
My ability to think in any way has flown completely out the fucking window.
“Then kiss me,” she whispers.
I tilt my head back on the couch, and Alisha immediately puts her lips on mine.
I close my eyes, feeling her hands digging into my shoulders, her knees straddling my lap.
When she begins to writhe and thrust her hips against me, I put my hands around her waist and gently rub her sides with my hands, almost desperate with need.
As if she can feel this, Alisha pulls back a little, covering my mouth with tiny, light kisses. Her fingers dig deeply into my shoulders, her nails almost piercing the skin as she grinds downwards into my lap with her hips.
Fuck. I am fucked.
As she thrusts down on me, my hands slip around her waist and slide down to cup her ass. She encourages me, still digging her nails into my shoulders as she writhes in my hands.
“I see you’re going to play hardball,” she whispers.
I look up into her beautiful face, getting caught in the dark amethyst prisms of her eyes. “What?”
She giggles and leans back into the pressure of my hands, then grabs the end of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her breasts bounce free, right in front of my face, and a little strangled sound gurgles in my throat.
I sound like a choked rabbit.
“Brad,” she says softly, taking her hands off my shoulders to put them on the couch behind me. I can’t speak, I can barely move as she slides closer to me and her breasts swing into my face.
Suddenly, I can’t take it anymore, and my hands tighten on her ass. She gasps as my fingers dig into her, slamming her towards me. At the same time, I open my mouth and look for her nipples with my tongue.
Alisha gasps with pleasure as she lowers herself, smothering me. She wriggles back and forth so my mouth leaves slick trails across her soft skin, pausing when a nipple finds my tongue so I can suck it into my mouth and tease her with my teeth.
Suddenly, she leans back, thrusting her hips down and grabbing my head with both hands to keep my mouth tightly against her breast. She writhes against me, grinding downward and caught between the two sensations.
I hold on to her tightly, feeling the rhythm of her movement through my hands and against my body. Tension shudders through her, and she cries out, shivering as pleasure runs through her every cell.
When she relaxes and falls against me, I lift her up and put her on the couch, laying her down. She stretches her arms up, eyes closed, a look of pure contentment on her face.
“You want more?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” she murmurs, looking up at me.
I pull off my shirt, and her eyes widen, traveling down my body. Her tongue creeps to the edge of her lip, and the way she looks at me is so hungry, it’s almost ferocious.
I let my hands trail down her legs, teasing her with a light touch as I caress her bare belly and run my fingertips tightly across her breasts before giving them a hard squeeze. She gasps, smiling with pleasure as she writhes and rocks her head back.
My touch isn’t as gentle as I run my hands back to her hips, where I yank on the waistbands of her jeans and underwear and tug them down.
She lifts her butt, and at first, the pants slide easily down her thighs.
Then they get pretty tangled up at her knees, and I have to wrestle them off while Alisha giggles.
“Oh, yeah?” I mutter, grinning. “You think that’s funny?”
“Hilarious!” she laughs.
“I can quiet you down.”
Gripping her knees, I push her thighs apart and sink down, sliding my tongue between her hot, slick folds to find her throbbing clit. Alisha moans and bucks under me, but I hold her still with my strong arms as I lick deeper down, thrusting my tongue into her.
I feel her hand on my head, her fingers twisting in my hair, and slide my hands further down to grab her ass and sink my mouth into her pussy, lapping at her clit and teasing deeper into the slit with my lips.
Her hand tightens in my hair as her hips thrust up to me, and she starts to moan and gasp. I keep up the pressure until I feel goosebumps rising on her skin, ripples of pleasure that touch every inch of her, until they collide together and she thrashes under me in a massive climax.
After a few moments, her breath settles, and she mutters something to me. I have to sit up and move closer to her face to hear it.
“What was that?”
“Didn’t…didn’t work,” she whispers breathlessly.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Keeping me quiet.”
I laugh, shaking my head. She looks up at me and blinks, her face serene and relaxed. When she reaches up, I bend down to kiss her, and she writhes against me again. I feel her slick folds against my hard cock and pull back a little.
“Do you want this?” I ask, pushing against her so she can feel how hard I am.
Do you want me?
“Yes, Brad,” she whispers. “I want you.”
I reach down and brace gently on her hips, sliding my hips forward slowly. Alisha leans back, opening her thighs for me. I feel my cock pierce her and slowly sink into her hot, wet pussy, the intensity of the feeling almost more than I can bear.
A low groan escapes my lips as we join completely together, as close as two human beings can. Alisha looks up at me and smiles, and the power of her gaze, the intimacy of the moment, makes my cock even harder.
She pulls me down to her and kisses me deeply, and my body starts to tremble with need. When she writhes under me, the pleasure is so intense, it’s almost like pain.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
I don’t even think, I just grab the edge of the couch above her head and start to thrust. At first, my strokes are even, long and deep, then become frenzied and fast as my body takes over. Alisha writhes under me, grabbing my waist and shoulders as she tries to match my rhythm.
Suddenly, her legs and arms lock around me, and she grinds desperately against me, a long cry ripping out of her mouth. I feel another orgasm explode inside her, and her tight pussy spasms around my cock, her climax rippling through her and taking all the tension out with it.
Growling with need now, I put my hands on her hips and thrust hard and fast, feeling her body continuing to respond to me as I get closer to my own climax.
As my cock swells inside her, Alisha moans and thrashes as she comes again, the spasms of her inner muscles perfectly matching the throbbing of my cock as it empties deep inside her.
I stay locked inside her as our bodies ripple with pleasure, waiting for my breathing to settle. When the last wave flows over me, I carefully separate our bodies and lay next to her.
As I put my arms around her, I notice her eyes are wide open, and she’s staring at the ceiling with a blank look on her face.
“Alisha?”
She doesn’t look at me—she doesn’t even blink. A bolt of fear stabs through my chest.
“Alisha, are you okay?”
She blinks, very slowly turning her face to me. I feel instant relief when I see her give a deeply satisfied smile.
“What was that?” she asks.
“That was multiple orgasms,” I chuckle. “Otherwise known as heaven.”
“Hmmm? Okay.”
She closes her eyes again, and I stroke her cheek gently, brushing her hair back. She begins to drift off with that sweet smile still on her face, and I spoon my body against hers, content to have her in my arms, no matter what comes next.