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
I feel my spine go stiff as I watch Alex click the access button. There's a neat swoosh and the doors slide open, letting in Alex's younger sister dressed in a bright pink suit with feather puffs at the wrists. Her hair is pulled up into a bouncy ponytail and her eyes are obstructed by a pair of very large black sunglasses. Her mouth is stretched into that permanent smile of hers that doesn't help one's uneasiness. "Oh wow..... it's a full house". She says sarcastically as she takes in the sight of me across the room. From all the way where I'm standing, I can smell her perfume. Talk about going overboard. Alex's face rearranges into his emotionless mask as he takes her in. She settles into one of the seats without being invited to and places a brown file on the seat beside her before looking up to smile at her brother. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Trust me, I'm not so happy to be here either". "Then why are you?". Alex asks, his voice drawling in boredom. She flashes him a smi
He still isn't back by evening and I hate that I feel his absence way more than I should. Is this it? I'm falling faster and way deeper into this black hole and I can't seem to find a way to stop myself. I stare at my phone lying beside me uselessly and for the umpteenth time contemplate calling Alex. Would I seem clingy already? Needy? Does that even really matter now in the face of the situation at hand? I slide my screen open and meet so many notifications. Unwelcome headline from tabloids and hundreds of emails from reporters. It's been like this since morning and at this point, it's beginning to look unending. I skim through one of the emails. They are all asking for the same thing, just with a little verbal alterations. They want me to do an interview with them talking about Alex's personal life. They don't have to write it but it's pretty glaring that they are all hungry for some tea on Alex and Anita's marriage and what role I played in the divorce. I subconsciously open anoth
"Nicole, Nicole wake up!!!!". I feel his arms tighten around me and my eyes pop wide open, my breath coming out in shallow gasps. I take in large puffs of air as the shivers descend on me, racking my nerves with great effect. I feel so cold. I scuttle deeper into his body and he's readily behind me, willing to hold me through it all. It's almost like I can still feel him, my brother…. the monster from my dreams, his gnarly hands grazing over my skin in the most invasive places, his distorted voice calling out my name, drawing me closer to him. Another aggressive wave of shivers pass through me and I whimper miserably. Alex is balanced on one elbow, the other hand doing all the amazing job of holding me tight against him. The weight and warmth of his arm on my body like an anchor, slowly keeping me in check. I reach up and wrap my arms around his limb, desperately hopping that some of his warmth seeps into me. "Shhhh….. it's okay, sweetheart. It was just a bad dream. Shhhh…..". We
And finally it's time to go back home. As I wake up, I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. As I begin packing up, I find myself faltering in certain moments, looking around to take in my surrounding for what might be the last time in a long time. Much against my will, I enjoyed New York. Okay maybe not New York, but this house. I sigh heavily and pull the zipper of my bag, shutting my luggage close. I hear the shuffle of feet outside and the sound of Alex's voice. I suspect he's on a call. I walk to the door and pry it open just a little bit to get a look at him, he's making his way down the stairs, absorbed in his call. I stare at his back longingly and the last of him disappears down the stairs, I shut the door quietly, letting my back lean against it. I sigh heavily and run my fingers through my hair in agitation. The truth is I don't want to face him. I don't want to look at his face and know that everything I've been stupidly imagining for us all this while will go