Hi everyone!
It seems like the site is working again, cool! Wow, I see that you guys agree pretty much with me about the Alex-jealousy matter :D I'm so glad you found the chapter interesting and realistic :) Reading your comments, especially the ones that say that my writing gives justice to Alex and Piper and to their personalities is really one of the best compliments for me, and I could never thank you enough, not even for all the other lovely reviews you left about it! :D Really guys, you are all so kind, and this makes it even harder to say to you that regarding this story I have just a couple of chapters left... Yep, I was thinking about one more chapter before the break up and then the epilogue where they find themselves in prison with a few, brief references here and there from the first, till maybe the beginning of the third season (where Piper was still acting okay) but not past that, because... Yeah, I still have to start with the fourth season myself (I know...) so... Considering where I left the show, that's what I had in mind :)
Anyway, about this chapter, before ending the story I wanted to post another smutty chapter and this one here is kind of different from all the others :) I'll just say that it contains masturbation and dirty talk, but the rest I'll leave it to you to find out :D
Enjoy
There are many things that you have never truly enjoyed about sex before you met Alex - almost anything, really - from the simple act of kissing, to the first tentative, exploring touches, and to all the... messy rest that followed.
You don't know if you should blame that on you or on the pale, insipid sexual encounters that you have had with your previous boring and selfish partners or on general inexperience and lack of skill to listen to your own body and to its needs during those moments.
You guess that it could be a combination of all those factors, but what you know for sure, is that the way your body has responded to Alex's touch that first night you have been intimate, has made you feel truly, fully alive for the very first time in your life in a way you never imagined could be possible.
And that same sense of amazement that you have felt in that first occasion still surfaces, because the things that Alex does to you, the way she uses her hands and her mouth on you to show you what real, authentic pleasure is, always triggers that kind of reaction.
You absolutely love, with every part of your being, how Alex's mouth feels on you.
The way she kisses you is already enough to make your head spin. The way her lips press kisses down your body and suck gently your most responsive spots, rended even more sensitive by the light, teasing nibbles, makes you shiver in the most exquisite ways. And the way her tongue leaves glistening trails down your body before kissing you so intimately, rolling so slowly and sweetly and accurately on your sex, up your labia to gather the thick juices there before circling your clit with precise gentle strokes, always make you desperate for more, wishing that you could live in that moment, wrapped in that sublime warmth, forever.
The touch of her mouth is something that you have never known before. And the same can be said about her very skilled hands.
Those hands that look so strong, and so delicate at the same time. And that feel so confident and searching in their touch. Both teasing and proposeful. Gentle and - on occasions - a little less gentle, owning that compelling, hidden trace of controlled, thrilling roughness that you enjoy so much.
The touch of her hands is probably the one that mirrors more perfectly her true, affectionate and wild essence beside the lingering looks and dirty smirks that she flashes at you all the time.
But you would never be able to choose a favorite... performace, because there isn't a single thing that those amazing fingers and that incredibly talented tongue aren't able to do, or a wonderful sensation that they haven't elicited in you. And there isn't a minute during the day where Alex's loving touch, even in its simplest, most innocent and gentle gesture, doesn't make your skin tingle and has your core clench with desire, breaking down the thin barriers of your self-control.
The outcome is pretty obvious, and sometimes that demand of your body is so strong and so hungry that you literally have to drag her somewhere more private in order to take care of that overwhelming need. And Alex, of course, certainly doesn't protest. Because, after all, most of the times she is the one initiating such contact, knowing the effect that it has on you. An effect that - with no small amount of pride - you know you have on her, too.
Just thinking about it, about the passion that flares and consumes you both during those moments, and about all the things that you would like Alex to do to you and the ones that you would love to do to her, is more than enough to get you particularly... excited. Squirming with the echo of that very familiar need as it swells so tightly in your lower belly.
And today is no different.
You shift once again in your position on the too big and too empty bed, sighing when you glance with longing at Alex's perfectly made side and then groaning softly when a new wave of desire makes you press your legs together in search for some kind of relief, without being so surprised when once again it doesn't work as hoped.
Alex is out on a meeting, has been for the past several hours, and you have no idea when she'll be back.
You miss her.
And with all these throughts floating in your mind, your body is starting to miss her too.
You are aware though that in the meantime, as you wait for her return, you could distract yourself with something and then jump her in the moment she steps into the bedroom. But the things that your body is telling you right now make you quickly realize that this isn't one of those times where you will be able to simply wait. And, after all, you wouldn't say that your lover's absence right now is exactly completely unfortunate. Because, if there is another thing that you have discovered and started to enjoy - all thanks to Alex and to the new view that she has gifted you with about sex and its infinite wonders - is occasionally take care of such needs on your own.
It's not something that you do often since Alex is always there ready to take care of it in many different ways, but in the rare occasions you do it, you take your time to fully enjoy the moment, releasing your imagination as you start fantasizing about all the wonderful things you would like Alex to do to you.
You consider it as some sort of appetizer before the main course. Just a first bite that stimulates a bit more the appetite, but that also will keep at bay your hunger until Alex's return.
Your mouth waters as you roll into a more comfortable position, burying your head in Alex's pillow, where her scent lingers on the soft fabric and inspires you.
And as you inhale deeply the heady fragrance of your lover, images start to form in your head; memories from some particularly intense encounter, but also scenes that you create from nothing in particular and that you would like to live, and as they appear with impressive clarity, bringing along the first echo of the sensations, it's impossible for you to keep your own hands from venturing down your body, slowly, and eventually, inevitably, under the waistband of your underwear.
You let your hand slid past the short, neat patch of soft blonde hair and lower, where you find yourself already wet, and ready. Slick with desire, and swollen with need.
The thick amount of wetness shouldn't surprise you so much, and in fact it is more the feeling of your clit pulsing under the pad of your fingers that rips a soft gasp from your throat, only now realizing exactly how desperate your body is to get that sweet, sweet release.
It's the last thing that you need to feel to let go of that last trace of hesitation and start touching yourself. Slowly. With no rush. But adding a bit more of pressure in your touch.
You let your mind wander, but the center of all those fantasies is always Alex.
You think about a particular memory of you two in bed, about the way she touches you, about the feeling of her fingers skimming delicately on your skin, about the whisper of her lips on your neck and collarbone and breasts...
Without you even realizing it, your other hand joins in the party, travelling up from your navel, past your stomach until it reaches your chest, where you cup your own breast, squeezing lightly and then a little harder before pinching softly the hard nipple in the same moment you trap your clit between two fingers to gently milk the hard tiny shaft, just like Alex always does.
God...You really, really miss her.
You part your legs to give your hand the space to move more freely as you repeat the movement once, twice until the first soft moan escapes from your lips and you feel a new small flood of warmth gushing out from deep inside you to coat your fingertips.
With the extra slickness provided you let your fingers graze delicately the ridge of your hardening clit, drawing slow circles, almost tentatively at first, but the touch, for how light, is more than enough to make your eyes flutter shut, surrendering to a feeling that only makes you crave for more, just like Alex always manages to make you feel.
You think about her so intensely that it doesn't take long for your touch to feel like your lover's confident and loving one. And with you lying on her side of the bed, with her scent filling the air and making you dizzy with the traces of her presence there, you lose yourself in the sea of all those sensations.
Within a minute you have already established a good rhythm. Not too fast but not too slow either. It's definitely purposeful, and meant to be savored.
And you do savor it.
Deeply.
Every single second of it.
Until, at point short after, just when you were getting even wetter and things were starting to pick up more speed, demanding more from your eager body, where your hips were starting to lift gently off the mattress at each swipe of your fingers across your clit as your back arched lightly against the hand squeezing gently your breast, and where your mouth started to feel dry because of the soft gasps and delicate moans that escaped from your lips to fill the previously very quiet bedroom, you suddenly register something else, sensing like a shift in the air.
And doesn't matter how lost you were in those wonderful sensations and how hot your body was getting with every gentle stroke on your most responsive parts. You would have registered that particular sensation in any case, because even when your eyes are closed and pleasure is pumping vigorously in your veins with adrenaline you are still able to realize that you are no longer alone. Feeling Alex's presence in the bedroom more than hearing it when she comes in.
With that thought in mind your eyes flutter open, and, just like you expected... There she is.
Leaned against the doorframe with a look that is a perfect mix between surprise and unmistakable interest.
You have to blink, though. Once. Twice. Before you realize that she is Actually, physically there and that she isn't just a product of your very, very vivid imagination like the rest of the images that have inspired you for the last five minutes, and the beginning of the smirk that you notice tugging at the corner of her mouth confirms her being not some sort of allucination to you. Not to mention the flame of passion that you see lit up in her eyes as soon as they land on your figure sprawled on the bed, or the comment with which she greets you.
"Such a delightful sight to come home to," She hums as her eyes caress every inch of your body with obvious, captivating, indecent appreciation before smirking even wider and arching an eyebrow as she seductively adds, "I hope you were thinking about me."
You could pretend to look innocent and play the "it's not what it looks like" card, but the furious blush that creep up your face make you realize that it might be a little bit too late for that.
Your mouth is too dry to form words, and you don't trust your voice right now, but you don't have to, because, despite the embarrassment that is burning inside you and making its way down your neck, you already find yourself nodding without diverting your gaze from Alex's piercing one. Because, awkwardness of having been caught with one hand shoved down your underwear and the other under your t-shirt aside, you were absolutely thinking about her, and the look that she is giving you makes it hard to resist and not make you feel even more hot and bothered. Especially when, at your mute response, you notice how the spark of lust that you've seen before in her eyes starts burning even more intensely.
"Good," She answers then looking so very pleased, and you watch, still speechless and dazed, as she starts to take off her jacket and leather boots. "But please," She continues as she approaches the bed, climbing on it so elegantly, crawling towards you before hovering above your still body like the majestic predator that she is, making you swallow hard when you see her pink tongue peaking out to delicately wet her lips, and also notice how dark and... compellingly dangerous her eyes are becoming with every passing second. "Don't stop on my account, kid."
That request doesn't take you as much by surprise as you'd have expected - probably because you have learned to expect almost anything from Alex when sex is involved - but this doesn't stop you from hesitating at first.
You have never done anything like this before, and the idea embarrasses you. But under that thin layer of embarrassment, there is a more solid one of pure thrill that for how well hidden it was, it appeals to you so much more.
You could still ask her why not continue together what you have started alone, but when you look at her and you see the excitement filling those emerald pools at the perspective... That enthusiasm emanating off her is simply contagious.
You don't think you could ever turn down one of Alex's loving, kinky requests, and you could never resist to that look of pure lust veiled with affection.
So you turn a bit in your position and press your lips against hers in a soft kiss that holds your excited, positive answer to try this new thing with her.
Alex responds eagerly and you melt instantly at the sweetness that you find on her lips before surrendering willingly to her dominant nature, parting your lips and allowing access to her tongue in a long, slow kiss that combined with the pleasure coursing through your veins takes your breath away and makes your head spin.
"God, I can't even leave you alone for a few hours, can I?" She asks, barely whispering the words against your lips when you part for air.
"And you couldn't even wait for me to return, could you?" She continues as she slids one hand under your shirt, making you gasp at the first touch of her fingers on your skin, and then moan in delight when she cups your breast and squeezes gently, just like you have imagined earlier.
"Alex..." You moan softly as your eyes flutter shut and your entire body arches into her touch, silently begging for more when she starts playing with your nipple just as your fingers speed up a little in the movement between your legs, slipping every now and then over your clit for how wet you have suddenly become.
"Jesus... you're so impatient," Alex teases you through a barely contained growl that gets mixed in the air with your own moans. "So much that if I'm not here to take care of your tight eager pussy every five minutes you start fingering yourself." A small whimper that sounds pretty much like a sobbed "yes" slips from your lips making Alex grin in approval against your jaw.
"That's my girl," She praises you, purring the words in your ear before starting to plant hot, wet kisses along your neck alterning between sucking softly and biting a bit harder on your pulse point. "Always wet and ready for a long, deep, hard fuck, aren't you?"
God yes, yes you are. For her you'll always be. But for how much you try, words are way too out of your reach right now considering how quickly you are approaching the peak of your pleasure.
You don't know what has sent your desire skyrocketing like this, but there is just something so sensual and so deeply intimate in sharing this moment of pleasuring yourself still completely dressed with Alex lying right next to you, watching you, whispering in your ear a mix of both sweet and dirty things and descriptions that feed your imagination, feeling her hot, moist breath caressing the sensitive skin of your neck and sending shivers all the way down your spine.
Some of the things that Alex says actually increase the embarrassment that you are already experiencing, but they are all true, and the knowledge actually arouses you so much more. Not to mention that the conflict between the two feelings just makes it all even better and more enjoyable.
"You are doing so good Pipes," Alex encourages you, pulling you back from your thoughts with that deep, slightly husky and impossibly sexy voice of hers. "Keep going. I wanna watch you come."
You can sense a promise in there. Like a "do this for me babe, and I'll be fucking you into oblivion later until you'll pass out." A strangled groan escapes from your lips at hearing her statement and at picturing the rest, causing your body to shudder all over as a new powerful wave of arousal assaults you at the perspective, feeling your inner muscles fluttering, begging to clench around something.
"I'm close..." You manage to tell her in between gasps for air and strangled moans, somehow succeeding in opening your eyes, unable not to resist the temptation to look at her.
"Mh, I know." She hums, perfectly aware of your current state and looking so very pleased about it as she smirks at you while slowly running her hand over the plane of your stomach before return up to your chest and start paying attention to your other breasts.
Your eyes flutter shut again at the wonderful sensation, feeling your clit throb with need under your almost frantic movement as your inner muscles clench over and over in that reminder of emptiness inside you.
Fuck.
The temptation to go lower and push past your entrance is so strong, almost overwhelming, but before you can surrender to it, Alex stops you as soon as she notices your hand unconsciously starting to move a bit lower.
"Wait," She says and you really can't believe how fucking perceptive she can be sometimes. "Don't go inside." She instructs you, and before you can whimper a mix of protest and desperation, she lowers her voice into an even deeper tone and says "I want you super tight for when you'll finish this warm up."
Meaning: "I want to be the one who stretches you and pushes deep inside you after this delightful show."
And just like that, the perspective of her taking you hard and deeply flashes in your mind with incredibly vivid detail as you picture Alex taking you with her long skilled fingers pumping in and out of you at a slow but steady rhythm.
A loud moan slips from your lips and your hips start to jolt forward as your hand sped up, lead by the demanding flame of lust fed by Alex's fluent stream of encouragements and dirty words.
You let your mind wander again and you think that you would definitely also enjoy the burning stretch of Alex pushing past your tight entrance with the blunt head of your favorite toy, feeling your inner muscles tightening around the thick hard shaft as she goes so deep inside you that it's all you will be able to feel, until her sex will be practically rubbing against yours with each hard, deep thrust, but for how exquisite that image is, what you want most later, what your body has been begging for all this time, is the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of you, curling over and over on that sweet spot on your front wall, feeling the pressure there swelling more and more as her palm rub against your clit until you'll be ready to-
"Oh fuck... I-I'm gonna-" That image is so clear in your mind that you can practically feel how it would be like. And even if you are fucking yourself and have control over absolutely everything in your own pleasure and orgasm, you still warn Alex, because deep down, even when passion is burning inside of you so intensely that you are barely aware of anything else beside Alex's presence and that tighteness unfurling in your lower abdomen, a part of you still waits for her permission to let you come.
A permission that she doesn't hesitate to give you.
"Do it." She says softly right in your ear. "Let it go." A wet kiss on your jaw follows. "Come for me Piper."
Her consent it's all you need to hear.
You do it.
Your entire body goes rigid for a long, hot, breathless second, and then... you let go.
You come with a long, loud, broken moan that eventually turns into a breathless whisper that resembles Alex's name as your body arches and shudders violently for the intensity of your climax.
It is incredibly powerful and it feels so wonderfully good. But even if Alex is lying right next to you, and her hand is still squeezing and stroking and caressing your breasts, there is another kind of contact that you crave more than air in this moment and that would complete and intensify your pleasure even more.
So, with the last shred of coordination that you can manage in this moment, you reach out with your free hand to tangle your fingers into her thick, silky hair before bringing her down to fuse your mouths together. And Alex is more than happy to respond to such gesture.
You keep touching yourself, rubbing your clit with as much precision as you can, feeling your wrist burn along with the muscles of your thighs, making you all hot and sweaty with exertion as you drag your orgasm out until you have nothing left except from utter satisfaction and the gentle waves of aftershock bringing you slowly back from your high, where you are left as a breathless, shivering, spent mess. And when the fog of lust fades and you have control and are aware of your body again, you are not surprised to realize that you are actually still kissing Alex and that she has rolled partially on top of you.
The gentle weight of her body on top of yours is the ultimate sensation that makes this act full and complete in the most perfect way, and that also comforts you from the loss of her mouth on you when you eventually part in need of air.
"Oh God," You breathe, still gasping softly as your eyes flutter open to meet Alex's bright green pools. "Wow, that was-"
"-so fucking hot."
Alex completes the line and you feel as a faint blush makes its appearance on your face once again. But knowing that she has sincerely enjoyed this so much is enough to make you smile with satisfaction.
"Maybe I should come back home late from work more often if this is the show that I find at my return." She adds then happily as she scans her eyes up and down your sated body with an appreciating shake of her head, noticing how her gaze linger between your legs where your hand is now gently cupping your most sensitive parts.
Beside the huge smirk that tugs at her lips you know that she is just teasing you with that comment. But that doesn't stop you from saying "please don't," and then, before you can stop yourself, you blurt out a softer, tentative, but absolutely sincere "I missed you."
The reason because you were unsure about telling her that is because she's been out for just a few hours and part of you is maybe a little afraid that she would remind you just that with a humorous laugh. Instead, her answer comes through an unexpected tender smile.
"I'm here now," She reassures you with that softer tone and look that always makes your heart leap wildly with sentiment. "And I think I'll manage to find a way for you to forgive me before the end of the night." She concludes a little more seductively, and you grin excitedly at her and at the sweet promises in her voice before pulling her down for another relatively quick kiss, feeling her approving smirk against your lips.
Oh, she will indeed...
"Wanna join me in the shower and get clean before we get dirty, kid?" She asks when you part and you really can't not notice that distinctive sparkle of mischief shining in those stunning emerald eyes.
The suggestion sounds incredibly inviting to you, because if there is something that you love even more than having Alex naked in front of you, is having Alex naked, wet, glorious body pressed against yours under the hot spray of a shower.
"Sounds like you have something specific in mind." You say barely managing to contain a grin by biting on your bottom lip, but your voice is already dripping with excitement and Alex, of course, notices that immediately.
"Just a way to properly reward you for the little, delightful performance you just offered me." She reveals.
When Alex and the word "reward" are somehow combined with that deep tone filled with promises, there is only one answer, and this time is no different.
So you let that wide grin on your face take over, catching a glimpse of Alex's own dirty smirk before you pull her down for a new, much deeper and heated kiss, relishing in the glorious feeling of the warmth of her mouth and in the gentle confidence of her touch that you have missed so much earlier and that makes your body respond with the unmistikable pull of renewed desire.
Once again I just couldn't resist at the idea of Piper masturbating while thinking about Alex :) ...and of course I could resist even less at the idea of Alex catching Piper in the act, lol :P