26. Christopher
twenty-six
For three days, I resisted having sex with her.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I told myself this would be a fuck session of the basest kind. I was going to blow my load and get out.
With all the other women, I’d begin to lose interest after the first time, anyway. The novelty wore out.
It’d be the same with her. Especially if I kept it raw. Sexual.
That’s the promise I made myself when I broke my personal commitment and went to her room.
That I wouldn’t do anything tender or sensual.
I wouldn’t give.
I’d only take.
So when I saw her in that dress, I was ready to take. But what I saw in her eyes the minute she started talking?
So vulnerable.
So tender.
So fragile.
I forgot her body for a hot second.
I wanted to take her, all of her, and not in a sexual way.
Then she said something about leaving. About me having a few months to get her out of my system. And I got it. She’s too good for me. She’s not gonna stay. So what? I can still have her, sexually, I thought, as long as I protect myself.
So I came up with a plan, fast, while we were still standing, but she was already panting, her hand exploring me, her body already against mine.
The plan I devised while we toyed around and bickered and figured our shit out, was: Avoid looking her directly in the eye while I fucked her. Avoid having her wrap herself around me in any way that could be tender. Therefore, use doggy style. Blow my load like a caveman. Leave.
Fucking her in front of the window—the whole town was asleep, there’s no chance in hell I would let anyone see her magnificent tits—was in line with the plan.
What was not in line with the plan, was the way she reacted to every one of my moves. The way she liked everything I did to her. Genuinely liked it.
The way she said my name.
The way she trusted me.
The way she felt fucking made for me.
The way our eyes locked in the window.
Even with her back to me, I felt it. The connection between us.
It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
She deserved more than just a quick fuck. I gave her that, and she gave back. Made me feel so powerful and lost at the same time.
And now, I want more.
I pull her into me, and she fits right into the crook of my arm, on my chest, soft and supple, one hand on my neck, the other on my opposite arm, trailing little circles.
She hitches one leg up on my middle and lets out a contented sigh when she feels my cock hardening.
Then her hand trails down, and she strokes me and makes some little purring sounds and writhes her body against mine.
I was going to take care of that sexy underwear she’s wearing, but instead, I flip her off of me and onto her back and grab another condom.
I lay on top of her, on my forearms so she can breathe, dig my face in her neck so I don’t drown in those big brown eyes, and in one thrust, I’m right where I belong.
Inside her.
I’m not gentle. I move the way I like it. I take. Rough. Hard. Unforgiving.
Hoping she’ll ask me to stop, so I get back to my senses.
“Ahhh, that’s so good,” she whispers in my ear. “Yes. Harder.”
Fuuuuck.
She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me deeper into her, that lace thing she’s wearing scratching my skin, her breasts unbelievably soft above it.
She buckles under me and digs her nails in my back. “Oh my god. Ah. Aaaaah. Aaaaaah.”
Her pussy clenches around my cock, sucking me in, her walls contracting, pumping me. She milks me into a toe-curling orgasm that lasts forever, my heartbeat at its max, my arms shaking.
I just want to stay inside her. Burrow my face deeper in her neck and forget myself in her.
Instead, I pull out, take care of the condom, and fall next to her on the bed to catch my breath.
Before I can let my guard down again and pull her into me like I’m dying to, she slips out of the bed and shimmies to the bathroom.
She looks like a fucking porn star with her naked ass, garter and silk stockings, her bodice half off. I pull the sheets up to my waist and grab another condom.
When she comes back, after what feels like forever, her hair is fluffed just so, and her lips are pouty.
“Come here, beautiful.”
She gets on all fours and crawls to me on the bed, her hair falling to one side.
“Turn around.”
She sits, her back to me, and I slowly untie the ribbon holding that thing together.
I’m dying to rip it off her.
But I don’t.
I want to give her time to want me again.
Once the top is off her, I unbuckle her garters, move her around so she’s facing me, and roll her stockings to the sound of her shallow breathing.
I give her breasts some attention.
Her nipples are hard, her eyes semi-closed.
She’s way sexier completely naked.
And that scares the shit out of me.
She sets herself up on her knees, closer to me. She doesn’t talk, just strokes my chest, her breasts swaying slightly with her movement.
My hand drifts to her ass. As if on cue, she lifts her thighs off her knees, giving me access to her middle.
She’s soaking, my exploration making her pant with want.
Her eyes fall to the tent my dick makes in the sheets, and widen. She bites her bottom lip and pulls the sheets off, then makes an O with her mouth.
She lowers her full lips to my dick and kisses the tip. My hand goes to her head and I gasp as she licks my shaft. She locks eyes with me and takes my cock in her mouth, twirling her tongue against me, sucking on me, her hands on the base of my shaft. “You’re very big,” she apologizes as she comes up for air. “I’m not used to it.”
I nearly come at those words spilling out of her sweet mouth. Hissing, I pull her off me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. “Am I not doing it right?”
“Beautiful, you’re doing it way too right. I just want to see your breasts,” I explain, cupping her. “Ride me so I can enjoy them.”
I also want to see her face up close this time when she comes for me.
I slip the condom on before she straddles me, then my hands naturally land on her thighs.
She’s so soft.
Way softer than those silk stockings.
She’s so soaked I slip right into her tight pussy when she lowers herself onto me, making her cry out in pleasure. She bites her lip, trying to be quiet.
Moving her luscious hair to the side, I cup her magnificent breasts as she descends on me. I pinch her nipples, and her pussy clenches right back.
“Oh my god, Christopher. More.”
Reaching down, I take one nipple in my mouth and nibble on it while my fingers tease the other one. She pumps up and down on my cock, the slick noise of our colliding sexes mingling with our labored breaths.
I suckle her nipple and feel the telltale sign of her trembling, and the dirty talk she gives me in a pleading voice that I’ve come to recognize as her pre-orgasm announcement. “Christopher. Fuck me harder. Deeper.”
I don’t point out to her that she’s in control of the fucking. I know what she wants. So I let go of her breasts and clasp my hands on her hips.
I take control, pumping her body on mine. I do as she says—I fuck her harder, deeper, and the more I do, the more she sucks me in, our bodies becoming one.
I lock my eyes to hers.
As she comes undone, I register the spectacle of Alexandra flailing around me, the sheer beauty of her features as she’s filled by me, her eyes lost in mine, our souls becoming one.
When she finally collapses on my chest, I pull out softly from her and tuck her against me.
It’s not long before she’s fast asleep, her breathing slow and peaceful, tiny little snores making my dick twitch again.
What was it she said, earlier? “Anytime I got under a guy’s skin, it wasn’t the good kind of getting-under-his-skin. You’re safe with me. You’re not gonna get attached.”
I hate that she feels this way about herself, and in that moment, I wish I could give her everything she needs and deserves.
I stare at the ceiling, gently stroking her hair, like the fool I am. I don’t want to think about the guys she dated before me.
I tuck her closer to me.
I don’t really want to think, either, about how different this was from anything I’ve ever experienced. How could I ever want anyone else?
I’ll never get enough of her.
She feels fucking made for me, even though I’m trying to stay on the surface. Unconnected.
As I lean over to brush my lips to her temple before heading back to my bedroom, I wish I could just lock her up here. Wall the main staircase in. Keep her like this chick from Skye’s storybook, locked in my tower.
I’m already attached.