13. Alexia
13
Alexia
W hat happens if we cross this line? The thought flickers through my mind, but his nearness drowns it out, leaving only the warmth of his breath and the lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way I do.
Time and space stand still. Dave and I are suspended, caught in a tangle of memories and unconfessed desires. His breath heats up my skin, and I wonder if he’s waiting for me to stop him, to pull away. But I can’t. Not this time.
He leans closer so slowly, as if giving me a chance to change my mind. I don’t. Instead, I cup his cheeks and eliminate the gap between us. His lips brush mine, soft at first, tentative. He’s testing me, testing us. But then he presses deeper, and I lose myself in the feel of him, in the familiar taste that’s both achingly new and painfully ancient. This kiss feels like coming home and like jumping off a cliff, all at once.
I move my hands to the solid slab of muscles on his shoulders. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I wonder if he’s afraid I might slip away. I won’t. I want this as much, or more, than he does.
There’s an urgency in the way he kisses me that makes my heart race. I slide my fingers up into his hair, gripping him tighter, feeling the tension in his body mirrored in my own.
He breaks away, leaning his forehead against mine, his breathing shallow and fast. His green eyes gleam in the dim room. They bore into mine, dark and intense. His fingers tangle in my hair, keeping my face in place.
I’m breathless, my thoughts are a mess, and I don’t want to stop him. Not tonight. I try to pour my feelings into my own expression as our gazes remain locked for an eternity. I think he’s reading me correctly because the ghost of a smile lifts the corner of his mouth.
“Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. He strokes his thumbs across my cheeks, and I lean into his touch, grinning, because words feel impossible right now.
“Yes,” I breathe, and that’s all it takes.
He pulls me back into him, his mouth covering mine, more urgent now, more demanding. His hands move away from my hair and down my neck, over my back. Our bodies fit together perfectly as his tongue teases the inside of my lips. I gasp and offer him free access. He slides his tongue past my teeth, sucking at my lower lip, making the flames that have been coiling low in my belly combust into a raging wildfire. It’s impossible to think of anything but Dave, his kisses, and our passion.
He wraps his large hands around my waist, pulling me up to sit across his lap. His thick erection rubs against my hip, and we moan. Right now, I want to rip the layers of clothing separating me from his gorgeous cock. I sigh against his lips as I remember his taste on my tongue. It’s been too long. I miss it.
I cup the bulge and his body twitches against my palm. It pulses under my hand even through the thick wool of his black pants.
“I want to taste you again,” I gasp inside his mouth.
Dave breaks our kiss, hissing, and pulls back to study my face. His delighted expression tells me he’s on board with my suggestion.
As I slide from his lap to kneel between his legs in front of the piano bench, I become hyper-aware of our surroundings. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice whispers that someone might see us, that we’re exposed in this room. I sit on my heels, glancing at the door.
I suggest, “We should be cautious. What if someone comes in and sees us? Jonathan gave me a scare earlier today. He moves so stealthily.”
“Jonathan wouldn’t dare interrupt us,” Dave says, but even as he speaks, he pulls away slightly, casting a quick glance around the room. He stretches out his hand and reaches for his phone sitting on the polished black wood of the piano. A deep dent forms between his eyebrows as he scans the screen and taps away a quick message. He nods to himself, satisfied, pressing the send button.
“My men know to give us space,” he continues, his tone more measured now, “but I want to make sure of it.” He sets his phone aside and holds my gaze. There’s a spark of something fierce in his eyes, a flash of that protectiveness that never seems to waver, not even when it comes to something as simple as privacy.
Dave’s reassurance wraps around me like a shield, steadying my pulse. I nod, relaxing into the moment, into the safety of his promise.
I slide my hands up his thighs, feeling the heat of his skin through the soft wool, and he watches me with a familiar hunger. It’s intoxicating—the way he looks at me, as if I’m the only thing he can see, the only thing he wants.
I reach for his belt, undoing the clasp with a deliberate slowness that makes his green eyes darken. Anticipation charges the air between us, thick and tangible. My hands tremble just enough that he notices. He doesn’t break our gaze, though; he’s letting me set the pace, letting me take control. This is such a rare thing for Dave to do. He’s always in control, so I grab this opportunity with eager resolve. Right now, there’s nothing I want more than to show Dave how much I’ve missed this, missed us.
The belt buckle slides open, and I tug at the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches when I free his length. The moment stretches, charged with anticipation and a shared understanding that this isn’t just about physical need. It’s about reclaiming something we lost. As I take him into my hands, I hear him suck in a breath, and the sound sends a thrill through me, hot, electric, all-consuming.
I dip my head, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin above his hip. My lips connect to the bottom half of a Celtic cross tattooed there. I savor the way his muscles tense under the green-inked spot. Slowly, I allow my mouth to wander, each kiss a reminder, a promise, a wordless confession of all the things I can’t bring myself to say. When my mouth finally closes over him, he lets out a guttural groan.
The sound rumbles in his chest, reverberating in my own sex. Power is intoxicating. Knowing I affect him this way is a heady aphrodisiac. He wraps his hand at the back of my head, his fingers in my hair, guiding me without rushing me.
I grip the base of his erection, cover my teeth with my lips, and slide his cock inside. Relaxing my throat and controlling my gag reflex, I allow it to go all the way down. Then, I pull my head up. I set a sluggish rhythm to the bobbing of my head. Each movement is deliberate and slow as I savor his taste, his texture.
The way he responds to my touch drives me wild, fanning the bonfire building in my lower body. He’s lost in this as much as I am. His head tips back, eyes closed. His hips thrust up and I take him deeper, letting the intimacy of this act draw us closer than any words ever could.
When his hand tightens in my hair and his breathing turns ragged, I know he’s getting close to his climax. I want to push him over the edge, to watch him fall apart as I give him pleasure.
Just like he did to me last night.
His eyelids shoot up at the same time he grips my shoulders. He looks dazed and his voice is rough, “Alexia, I don’t want to finish like this, down your throat.”
I lick the underside of his cock as I slide it out of my mouth. Keeping my lips around the engorged tip and my eyes locked on his, I beg with a smirk, “Please, Sir. I miss your hot, salty flavor.”
“Fuck, woman!” He grunts, relaxing his fingers around my shoulders.
He knows a lost cause when presented with one.
Humming, I let his throbbing cock glide back inside. Two more licks and Dave is growling, “Fuck! Yes!”
He squeezes his eyes shut again, throwing his head over his shoulders. He unloads his ecstasy, and I swallow every delicious drop of it. In this moment, I hold all of him, heart and soul. And as he shudders under my touch, the same powerful pleasure surges through me, traveling at the speed of light through this connection, our never-ending bond. This pleasure is raw, and it’s real, and it’s only ours.
When he opens his eyes again and looks down at me, there’s a softness there, something vulnerable that takes my breath away. He cups my face, pulling me back up into his arms, and I melt into him, feeling the lingering emotions between us as he presses a kiss to my temple, a silent promise that this moment is just the beginning of another wild night.
He pulls me up as he stands up, and steps out of his discarded pants on the floor. I lace my hands behind his neck when he leans down, kissing the side of my neck. I tilt my head, giving him more access, the thrill of possibilities tingling across my skin.
His hands slide under the hem of my sundress, cupping my butt cheeks, pressing me against his crotch. I moan when his lips suck at a sensitive spot in my neck. Then, his teeth graze my earlobe, and he chuckles, “See what you do to me?”
The searing heat of his cock burns my belly through the thin silk of my clothes. It’s expanding again, poking my flesh.
“Same as you do to me,” I grab his hand and cup myself with it.
His fingers tease the hard nub of my clit over the damp lace of my panties. “So ready for me,” he whispers into my ear, tugging at the flimsy underwear until it rips in two.
Glad that one more barrier is gone, I move my head to capture his lips again, and we lose ourselves in another hungry, desperate kiss. His fingers tug at my dress, and I shiver. I unbutton his black shirt, and he groans. He walks us back until I’m pressed against the glass of the sliding door.
He breaks the kiss and swirls me around. I brace my hands on the cool surface, sticking my ass up and keeping my legs wide apart. I get ready for what’s coming. I know how much Dave enjoys this position when we have sex. I’ve always loved it as well.
Heat radiates from him when he positions himself behind me. We lock stares through the reflected image on the glass. With one hand, he pulls the sundress up my ass, allowing the cool air to caress my bare skin. With the other, he rubs the thick head of his dick through my drenched folds.
I moan, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. Hot liquid pools deep inside me. He moves his hands to my hips, anchoring me, keeping me in place as his hard body parts mine.
My sex welcomes his as if the last five years didn’t happen. They certainly don’t matter at this moment. The past, the pain, and the problems melt away under the fire that Dave ignites in me.
The vigorous thrusting of his hips, the way his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, and the loud groans escaping his lips indicate he’s as eager as I am for the release we are seeking.
Pleasure curls deep inside me, wrapping itself around every muscle of my body. My chest burns with my labored breathing. My flesh slaps against Dave’s as I push my ass up, trying to keep up with his increasingly faster movements.
My legs buckle when the first wave of sensations crashes over me. My walls squeeze tightly around Dave’s cock.
“Yes! Give it all to me, gorgeous,” he demands through gritted teeth.
I obey as multiple orgasms steal my ability to think. My soul soars to the stratosphere as Dave goes deep. I float back to my body when he grunts, and his release floods me. His hot jets trigger new explosions in me and we groan.
He slows down, his cock deflating inside me but still pulsing. Dave leans to plant an open kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades over the thin fabric of my dress. Sweat makes it cling to my damp skin.
“Thank you. That was amazing.” He kisses my temple, sliding out of me.
I turn around to face him, adjusting my dress back in place. “Right back at you.”
Lacing our fingers together, he guides me to one of the blue and cream sofas. He throws the decorative pillows onto the armchair, and we lie down on the couch, facing each other.
“We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Just need a moment to catch my breath.”
I press my cheek to his chest, smiling against his skin, when his heart thuds a wild rhythm under my ear. “I like your plan. Although, we’ve got plenty of empty, comfortable beds upstairs.”
“We’ll get there.”
He trails his fingers over my back, finding the faint lines that are still there under the silk of the dress. His touch lingers on one, and he moves to the next and the next one. His movements are careful and deliberate, as if he’s trying to memorize every one of the scars.
At the same time, he’s so gentle that his tenderness stirs my emotions. A lump forms in my throat. I pull back just enough to look at him, to search his face.
“Why are you being so… gentle?”
“You’ve been through so much,” he murmurs, his voice rough, like gravel underfoot. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not anymore.”
His words wrap around me, sinking deep, and a tear escapes me, slipping down my cheek. He catches it on his thumb, takes his finger to his lips, and sucks at it. It’s like he wants to swallow my pain. Something in me breaks, giving way to the weight of everything I’ve been keeping buried inside.
I kiss him again, fierce and urgent, needing to feel something other than this hurt that forever haunts me. He responds in kind, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me against him. I bask in the heat of his touch, in the way he makes me feel like I’m whole again, if only for a moment.
I pretend there’s nothing else in the world but the feel of him, the warmth of his body against mine, the steady beat of his heart beneath my hand—I know that I’m lost, utterly and completely, but I can’t bring myself to care.
We break the kiss but stay tangled together. Silence settles around us like a blanket, soft and comforting. He brushes a kiss against my forehead, his touch lingering, and I close my eyes, letting myself savor this moment, this fragile peace that feels like it could be snatched away at any second.
But for now, I let myself believe, just for a heartbeat, that this is real, that this is enough. I sink into the safety of this illusion, even as the world outside waits, with its shadows and dangers, ready to pull us apart once again.