Chapter Eight #4
Alex suddenly gripped my wrist, tight enough for me to flinch. “That’s…not what I was intending. For today.”
Despite having very little blood flow to my head, I stepped back, suddenly anxious about putting my hands anywhere. It seemed she realized she had me in a vice grip, her hand suddenly falling away. “Why?” I asked.
It was painfully apparent how she scrambled for words. “It’s complicated.”
“You didn’t want me touching you at the gym either,” I said, the memory settling back into my head. “I don’t want to hurt you. Can you explain at least a little?”
Alex looked away, defeat settling on her countenance. She sat on the edge of the enticing couch. “I’m just not comfortable being touched like that.”
I sat beside her, daring to take her hand at least—surely that was fine, right? Alex didn’t flinch, and so I squeezed it lightly. This crack in her armor…perhaps she wasn’t as indomitable as I’d thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“No, no! You didn’t know.” She began fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. “If it’s covered by clothing, don’t touch. That’s simple enough, right?”
I nodded, though countless questions stirred in my mind. Thankfully, she removed her shirt, distracting from those questions with the appearance of her designer sports bra and splendid biceps. “I guess my back is fine, actually,” she continued. “And my ass too—”
“I get it.” She looked just awkward enough to melt my heart. I set aside any remaining queries. Those were afterglow questions. Compelled by pure instinct, I placed a kiss on her cheek, startled by the warmth stirring in my chest. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel good?”
“Well, you can play with the cock all you want,” Alex said, a bit of light returning to her gaze. “But most importantly, you can play Pillow Princess and let me love that gorgeous body of yours. That’s what really gets me off.”
Surely the word was a slip. I shoved it aside, desperately searching for a segue before she caught her error. “If I flash my tits, will it bring the mood back?”
Oh, how I treasured Alex’s laughter. “It’s a sure bet,” she remarked.
I stood, making every effort to shake my ass as I took a few steps away. God, I craved her eyes on me, burning when her pupils expanded as I shook out of my mini skirt, revealing my soiled thong. I bent down low to pull it off, showcasing everything as I tossed it aside.
I loved a sexy reveal, and so I held her gaze as my shirt came off next, amused at her struggle to maintain eye contact and not stare at my breasts—which were soon on full display, the bra the last to go. I posed with my hands on my hips. “You like it?”
Alex beckoned with two enticing fingers, her lurid wink leaving me wet and desperate. “The finest tits I’ve ever seen.”
I was desperate to please her, feeling akin to the fine tapestries on the walls. “Got any lube?”
She raised an eyebrow. “In the drawer,” she replied, pointing to a side table. “It might have expired.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I replied, the wheels in my mind rapidly turning, despite the lack of blood flow. But this was a woman who loved a fine pair of tits, and for all my insecurities, mine were works of art.
I’d give her a show.
“You have my attention, Princess.”
I grinned as I found the lube in the messy drawer.
Given Alex’s vow of celibacy, it probably hadn’t been touched in years.
Lube in hand, I knelt between her thighs, savoring the submissive pose.
To please her, to melt beneath that dark gaze…
that was all any girl could want. “Sorry,” I began.
“You don’t get to stuff my mouth this time. ”
Her scoff gave me pause. “As though you could stop me.”
That would be something, wouldn’t it? My hand was around the lube, but my mind was in the gutter. Alex could throw me around; she could hold me down and fuck me; I could be helpless beneath her, giving her everything and loving every—
“That was a lot for a first date,” Alex blurted out. “I wouldn’t actually—”
“Hey.” I reached up to put a finger on her lips. “I thought we established that I want to be degraded. It’s not hot if you apologize every time you degrade me.”
Whatever her first response, she visibly swallowed it. “It seems I’m out of practice being nasty, Princess. I won’t forget again.”
“Good.”
She looked so powerful, sitting like a monarch on her throne. I held her gaze as I poured the lube onto my bare breasts, amused as realization glinted in her eyes. “Excited much?”
Alex flicked the shaft of the strap-on, letting it twitch. “It’s happy to see you.”
I made a scoffing laugh, finding the lighter mood wonderfully soothing.
Sex was supposed to be a little silly, with awkward noises and smells and sensations.
Most of my hookups nowadays were so humorless.
El had always kept it light. But this wasn’t El.
This was Alexandria Winthrop, who, with a single lift of her eyebrow, left me dripping on the carpet.
I placed my tits around the cock, pressing them together until only the tip was visible.
In slow measures, I guided them up and down, gliding seamlessly with the lube.
Though Alex couldn’t feel the stroking, surely the visual was enough to unravel her on its own.
How I basked in her attention, falling somewhere between worship and madness.
“God, you’re something,” Alex said, breathless.
I kept up the pace, leisurely bouncing my tits around the silicone shaft as I engaged my best doe eyes. Fuckboys loved doe eyes, and Alex was no different in that.
“I’m sure you get told all the time how fantastic your tits are,” Alex said.
“It’s one of a few valuable assets I have,” I replied, taking care to shake my asset in the back. “My ass is pretty great too.”
“All of you is hot as hell.”
I bit my lip, then I pressed my tits firmly around the strap-on, adoring Alex’s shameless stare. “Want a pic?” I asked, gratified by her ensuing blush.
“Hell, yeah.” She grabbed her phone from the couch; I posed with my tongue out.
I’d never felt bolder. “Now you have no excuse not to think of me next time you’re alone and hot in your bed.”
“I’ll make it my phone background,” Alex said, and before I could bite my lip at the thought, she leaned down to steal my mouth away. “I could watch you for hours,” she whispered against my lips, “but I won’t finish from this.”
“I might,” I teased, savoring the tender touch. “You gotta clean me up.”
“Now that I did come prepared for.”
She grabbed a container of wet wipes conveniently placed under the table, oddly tender as she rubbed one between my breasts. I blushed at her attention, uncertain of what to make of her sweet machinations.
Once done, I squealed as she suddenly lifted me into her lap, the wet cock between us.
Alex wasted no time before licking across my wanting breasts, certain to linger at my nipples.
Pleasure shot through me, even as she sucked with pure contentment on her handsome face.
I moaned, fingers tangling in Alex’s hair.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my vulva burning from want.
I rubbed against Alex’s thigh, the soft pleasure slowly rising within me.
I didn’t know much tenderness in sex nowadays, my casual hookups leading to discomfort more often than not. But Alex was so attentive, so at peace. Just watching her, I wanted nothing more than to bask in her glow.
“If it’s not too much,” I said, already sensing the danger of the words, “I want to see your face while we fuck.”
Alex’s mouth tragically left my breast, instead placing a kiss on my sternum. “That can be arranged.
She lifted me with ease, her strength a beloved enigma, and placed me softly onto the plush couch. Yet she lingered; I reveled as she loomed above me, watching as she studied me with fervent eyes. “You are so beautiful.”
“So are you,” I said, and truly I meant it, those alluring eyes the very heart of the world. It should have scared me so, to want her. Yet all I could care about were her words and gaze; beneath her, I did feel truly beautiful.
She hooked one of my thighs over her shoulder, then skimmed her fingers down to my vulva. I trembled as she stroked the tender folds and teased my entrance, the anticipation threatening to unravel me all on its own. My breath hitched as two of her fingers rubbed the edge, whimpering as she finally—
“Oh….” I gasped as she pushed inside, instinctively clenching around her fingers. It felt more than good; it felt right. Silicone was great, but this was Alex’s body; this was Alex inside me, once again.
It was different though, no longer pressed for time in a dirty gym bathroom. We had all day, all night, the rest of our lives to chase this feeling.
My eyes stung as she thrusted in and out, the intimacy of it rending my heart open.
Alex did exactly as promised, every expression on her visage on full display as she looked between my body and face, pure focus and delight in her gaze.
She rested her head against my inner thigh, as content as I’d ever seen a woman be, and I felt—oh, I felt—truly cherished.
This was what I eternally sought, the part of sex I could always love: simply feeling wanted.
Her face turned against my thigh, and I gasped at how sweetly she kissed the tender skin. Something clicked. I just…I understood.
Truly, nothing made her happier than to make love to a gorgeous body—my gorgeous body—because that was what this was, wasn’t it? This was sex, but it wasn’t fucking; this was everything I’d felt with El.
I shut my eyes, a tear unwillingly escaping. I winced as Alex slowed and said, “Shit, are you—?”
“I’m fine,” I whispered, breath catching, unable to face her. But of course her hand came to wipe my tears away. Of course she touched my face with all the delicacy of a butterfly to a rose. I forced my eyes to open, nearly laughing at her mild panic. “I’m more than fine. Please keep going.”