11 ALICE
Oh my God…
I never thought this was where the night would take us, but now that we’re well on our way, there’s no way I’m strong enough to stop it.
I’m standing in his kitchen completely naked.
My back is against a wall, and his face is between my legs, licking, sucking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
He’s only been there for a few seconds, but already I feel like I’m about to explode.
I lace my fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life.
His tongue flicks back and forth against my clit, and each lap pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Cole,” I breathe out.
“Say it again,” he says, pulling away for only a second.
“Cole.” I moan his name, and it only makes his tongue work faster, and when it does, I explode.
I’m moaning, shivering, whimpering, and crying his name.
It feels like my legs are going to give out, and just as my knees buckle, he catches me.
His arms reach out and wrap me up, holding me against his chest.
I squeal and then giggle. “Talk about sweeping me off my feet,” I joke as he carries me to the bedroom.
His mouth lands on mine as he pushes past the door.
We collapse onto the bed, and he somehow manages to keep from putting any of his weight on me.
I’m already naked, and he’s still in his jeans, so I reach between us and unbutton them before lowering the zipper.
My legs are on either side of him, and they start pushing the material down his hips.
He uses one hand to help them out, and when he does, his long, hard cock grazes my core.
Feeling him against me again is enough to have me dripping with need if I wasn’t already.
For the past ten years, I thought I’d never get this again, yet here we are.
It feels better than I remember. Cole has always been a passionate lover, always giving.
He makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet and something to be coveted.
And when he positions himself at my entrance and slams inside, he makes me feel like there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me.
His dick is just as hard and as long as I remember, but now that it’s been so long since we were together, it feels almost painful as I stretch around him.
“Fuck, Alice,” he whispers as he squeezes my hips. “So fucking tight. Fuuuck.”
He’s holding completely still, almost like he’s afraid to move even an inch. I begin to move my hips, but his hands squeeze even tighter. He shakes his head. “Stop. Please, give me a minute.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” I tell him, moving my mouth to his jaw, kissing my way to his ear and neck.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he repeats. “I’ve been inside you for two fucking seconds, and I’m already ready to explode. But fuck…you feel so good,” he says, starting to pull out slowly.
I look down between us as he pulls out of me.
Seeing us connected, seeing his rock-hard abs and chest along the way is enough to make any girl lose her mind.
I feel like I could rip my hair out at any moment if he doesn’t give me what I need, and what I need more than anything is for him to push so deep inside me we’ll never be able to part again.
I push against his chest and force him to roll over and allow me on top.
When I slide down his length from above him, his hands tighten on my hips, and his eyes flutter closed as a deep moan escapes his lips.
I lift myself and push back down. I roll my hips and grind against him.
Minutes later, I’m tearing apart at the seams, and I’m screaming for more.
Somewhere along the way, he snaps out of his daze, and he watches every second of me riding him.
His hands get a little more firm on my hips, and after I shatter, he flips us back over and slams into me again, not having to stop this time.
He goes deeper than I ever thought possible, and he doesn’t slow down to let up on force.
His hips are moving so fast I didn’t know it was possible.
He’s fucking me so hard; it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain, but that makes it that much better.
It doesn’t take long before I’m shattering again, and this time, he comes undone with me.
His thrusts grow erratic, and he lets out a sexy moan, emptying everything he has inside me.
He collapses against me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding on tight.
Now that things are over, it leaves me with one question: What the fuck was that?
I’m lying beneath him, trying my damnedest to catch my breath when he rolls over to my side.
He grabs ahold of me and pulls me over to his chest.
His deep, even breathing is in my ear, and minutes later, he’s sound asleep.
Now that he’s sound asleep, I feel like I can think a little clearer like I’m not being judged for my thoughts.
Even though I’m scared about what this will change with us, it’s good to know that we’re still good at one thing.
If only we could get along as well as we fuck…
Maybe I’m overthinking everything. Maybe this won’t change anything.
Who am I kidding? Of course, things will change because now, however long I have to be here, it will either be spent doing exactly this or trying not to do this.
And then, when the snow melts, and it’s time to go home, I’ll end up walking away from him a second time.
How many times do I have to break this man’s heart?
Even though I love what we just did and how he can make me feel, I hate myself for letting it go on.
He’s spent ten years waiting for me, and now, thanks to this, he’s going to spend another ten wasted.
At some point, he’s got to start hating me.
I end up thinking myself into exhaustion, and before I know it, I’m fast asleep.
It’s the best sleep I’ve ever had. It’s warm and comfortable, and safe.
And at some point throughout the night, I’m woken by his head between my legs again.
I wake with my orgasm, and I’ve never had a better alarm in my life.
* * *
I wake on my side bright and early in the morning.
I smile to myself as I feel his arm beneath my neck and pillow.
I roll onto my back and turn my head to look at him.
To my surprise, he’s already awake, watching me.
His crystal-blue eyes are glistening with joy as the morning sun streams in through the slats in the blinds that hang over the window above the bed.
His dark hair is a mess, and the corners of his mouth are tipped up into a smile even though his unruly beard tries to cover it up.
“I’m sorry for waking you last night,” he says, moving in to kiss my shoulder.
“You can wake me like that anytime,” I tell him, lacing my fingers into his hair as he kisses his way from my shoulder up my neck to my jaw.
My body starts to come alive, and I wonder how I can want him so much after we’ve been joined as one for most of the night already.
“I could really use a shower,” I tell him.
“Then let’s go,” he says, pulling back and bringing me with him.
He carries me to the bathroom like he’s carrying me over the threshold. He sets me on my feet and reaches into the shower to turn on the water. He turns and looks back at me.
“I could really use a minute alone,” I tell him, eyes glancing at the toilet.
“Oh, okay.” He steps around me for the door, and he kisses my shoulder as he does.
When he steps out, I take a deep breath and sit on the toilet to relieve myself.
When I finish, I stand at the sink and look in the mirror, finding my reflection.
It’s strange because, on the one hand, I look like total crap.
I have dark circles under my eyes from not getting much sleep, my hair is a mess, and I just look tired.
But on the other hand, I look better than I have in years.
Despite the dark circles under my eyes, my eyes themselves are shimmering and sparkling with happiness.
My skin has a dewy glow to it, and this smile won’t leave my face.
I open the door before stepping into the shower, and it doesn’t take long before he’s stepping in with me.
I dip my head back and let the water rain down over my hair, wetting it.
He grabs the bottle of shampoo and pours some into his palm before working it into my hair.
We take turns washing one another, and when we’re both clean, he’s pulling me against him.
His mouth finds mine, and he turns us, so my back is against the wall.
He kisses me deeply, slow, sometimes fast, but always full of need, and passion, and yearning.
His hands will move from cupping my cheeks to holding my neck.
They massage my breasts and tease my nipples.
They graze my ribs, stomach, and hips. He grabs my ass and caresses my inner thigh.
I never know which side of him I’m going to get.
Is it the soft and sweet side, or is it the controlling, domineering side? Either way, I love the surprise.
Feeling like I want to give back to him after he’s spent so much of his time showering me with attention, I put my hands on his chest and push until we’ve spun around and his back is against the wall.
Then I slowly start to kiss my way down his body.
I kiss his neck and collarbone before moving down to this chest.
I suck his nipple into my mouth and bite it gently.
I kiss lower, moving over each ab, and I lick the line of that V that’s been his hips.
On my knees, I move my hand up to his shaft, and I wrap it around as I move his tip to my mouth.
Our eyes lock, and I lick my lips, moving back to his length.
His eyes are glued to me, and his jaw is flexed with tension.
I swirl my tongue around his head, and his eyes roll back as his head falls back against the shower wall.
I begin taking him deeper, and when I look up, I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Still, I take him farther.
With my one free hand, I move it up to cup his balls, massaging them as I work him to the back of my throat and back again.
I begin to go faster, and I get excited when I see his muscles tense up, and his chest starts to rise and fall faster.
His hand moves to my head, and he tangles his fingers into my hair.
I expect him to move my head faster or slower or at whatever pace he needs to finish, but instead, he stops me, pulling my hair back until I have to release him completely.
I’m down on my knees, and he’s got me by the back of my head, his fist full of my hair as he looks down at me with lust-filled eyes.
“I’m not blowing a load in that pretty little mouth of yours if it means I get to spend more time deep inside you,” he says, pulling my hair until I’m standing before him with his mouth smashing against mine.
I don’t remember things being this intense between us before.
Did I forget that on purpose, or is this new?
Something that only years of longing and yearning have brought about?
I don’t know, but I feel trapped in a cage that I no longer want to escape.
I’ve never felt something so strong, so intense, so real.