Sleeping is a futile effort. I toss and turn, my mind boggling with a thousand unsaid words and unexpressed emotions. Finally, I give up and sit up on the bed, throwing the covers off and going to stand by the window. It's almost 3am and I've not slept a wink. My mind keeps going back to Alex and each time, I'm left wondering if I've done the right thing. I hurt him, I saw it so very clearly. And yet….yet but comforting him, I'd be baring my own soul. Is this how it's always going to be? With me having to throw more people under the bus to protect my own self? I sigh softly and wrap my lavender silk robe tighter around myself. I consider going down the hall to his room. He's a light sleeper and would wake up on the very first knock. But then….what would I say? I wince mentally and run a hand through my hair. It's true that there's that small part of me that's vindictive but….but I don't want to use him. I acknowledge the fact that I do bask in his attention. He still has my heart and
I see his pause at the top of the stairs and even when my feet take me closer and closer to him, I'm still not sure if I'm doing the right thing. I'm still in a state of indecision when I come to a stop on one step below him. He's staring down at me, one brow.cocked in inquiry and I stare back, my breaths coming out in shallow pants and my eyes wide in apprehension."I…I just wanted to ummmm….". I'm really at a loss for words. I must look like such a fool, staring up at him like this with nothing to say. "I…ummm….".He jerks his head towards his bedroom door. "Come in. Perhaps you need to sit down". He doesn't even wait for me to agree or disagree before he turns away and makes his way towards his bedroom door. I stare at his back in an another moment of indecision. He….he just invited me to his room. I can't go in there, it's bad enough that my body and senses are already going haywire with him being with me like this in the open, if I was stuck in that room with him, I wouldn't trus
My throat seems to close up but I can't possibly escape the situation now. I've already put it out there that I have more to say, that's not exactly something you take back. I release a soft sigh and pull my hand away. "I…..". It suddenly seems like a herculean job to find the right words to say. "I…. about what Anita said…you know it's not true right?". He stares at me emptily and I resist the urge to squirm. "Of course". He says flatly. "After all we aren't even a real couple". I wince at the coldness of his voice. "That….that was probably an unfair thing for me to say….". "It's not if it's the truth though". "Yes it's the truth but….". I dart a tongue across my bottom lip and run an agitated hand through my hair. "I don't know what to do, Alex". I can't look at him. I keep my gaze fixated on the far wall behind him, scared that I'll give away too much emotions. And yet I feel his eyes boring into my face, it feels like he's looking right into my soul and if I look at him back j
It starts out as a sob at first, and then the emotions seem to gush through the small peep hole I created, rushing through till I'm desperately clinging on to Alex as I bawl my eyes out. I feel his arms climb up my back to wrap around me tighter and he continues to shush me in encouragement, eliciting even more tears from me. I don't know how long we stay there, me fully pressed against him, letting the tears stream down my face but finally, they gradually begin to subside, slowly regressing into sobs and then finally, hiccups. And yet still, I don't leave the cocoon of his arms. "Nicole…." . He whispers in my ear. "I will never say this enough but I'm sorry. So so sorry. I'm not going to pretend like I know what you went through these past few years but I want you to know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain, I'm sorry for being a total douchebag, I'm sorry for hurting you like that. I'll never be sorry enoug
It's like everything I've lived for all this time. My eyes shut tighter as Alex kisses me back and it's not at all a surprise when I feel a little shudder run through my spine. This is happening, this is really happening. Despite the fact that he has his lips right over mine, it still proves very hard to believe. Do wishes really come true? If they do, this definitely has to be it for me. I release a shaky breath and lean into Alex more, fisting a good bunch of his shirt as I pull him into me even more. His mouth against mine is velvet and his tongue….I pull back slightly, breathing heavily, my eyes alight with desire. The look on his face mirrors mine and it's the sexiest thing ever. I close my eyes dreamily again as I feel him edge his lips closer. When his lips crash down on mine again, it's like a fire reignited. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and pull him down to me. If his kiss is cocaine, I'm unapologetically high on it. It's like everything I love and miss, everything
"If you are going that fast, I'll really have no other option than to fuck you against the wall". My body jerks in pleasure at his words and the image gladly conjures itself in my head. My legs wrapped around Alex's waist as he slides in and out of me against the wall. My toes curling in pleasure as an orgasm bursts through me, grabbing his neck desperately as he continues to ride out my pleasure. I want him, and I'll be damned if I mind getting him that way. He brings my arm down and resumes stroking the side of my breasts, his lips all the time caressing my neck and ears. I close my eyes at the joint pleasure of what he's doing. When he cups my breast through the silk shift, I push back against the wall and yelp in surprise. That's all the encouragement he needs. He lowers his head and takes the first strap of my dress in between his teeth, easing it off my shoulder gently, revealing the swell of my left breast. He keeps his gaze on me when he eases it all the way down, exposing my n
I gag on him, eliciting more hardness from him. That has always made him harder, hearing me gag on him. I start my work, sliding him in and out of my throat with a steady rythm, keeping my lips tight around his width. He begins to rock with my movement till we develop a smooth pace, and with every passing second that I suck him off, I feel myself get wetter and wetter. When he looks down at me, I do a spur of the moment thing. I reach down my body and slide my fingers into myself. I watch his eyes fix on my movement like a hawk and feeling bolder than ever, I continue sucking him off rythmically while simultaneously fucking myself to the taste of him. It's a bit of a surprise when I hear him let out a guttural groan and reach down for me, pulling me up. As swift as lightning, he climbs over me and pushes me down on my back on the bed….and then it's his turn to play. He takes my nipple in his mouth and I throw my head back, my lips parting to let out the moan. While he's still over me,
The sunlight streaming through the blinds wake me up the next morning. It takes just a little longer than necessary for me to register my surroundings. I stiffen on the bed as I take in theweight of Alex's hand across my body. I'm pressed back against him, his skin pressing against mine, my ass fitting perfectly into his crotch. Without thinking, I shuffle back and push harder against him, eliciting a small groan from him in his sleep. A small smile spreads across my face as I take in his sleeping figure. He's been way too tired these days and itshows. It wouldn't do to wake him up. Gently, I pull the cover and get to my feet, reaching for the remnant pieces of the nightdress I'd worn the previous night. Quietly, I pad my way out of the room, making sure to shut thedoor noiselessly behind me. I walk with a little spring to my steps as I make my way to my room. I feel so giddy it's almost like I'm floating. The smile spreads wider on my face and Ihum a low tune to myself as I make