When Alex pulled away from the barn, she headed down a small lane instead of going back the way they had come. "Hey, isn't the road the other way?" asked Beca. "Is this a short cut?"
"Not exactly." replied Alex. "Just trust me and enjoy the ride. " she smirked. The innuendo struck Beca and she blushed slightly as they slowly drove back the lane. It was fully dark now and Beca could see the stars winking above them.
Just as she settled back into her seat, they crested a hill and she saw it. About a hundred yards off the lane stood a massive oak, it's limbs spreading out in all directions. It was about forty feet high and covered from top to bottom in fairy lights, casting a warm glow all around it. Underneath was a small table, covered in a red-checked tablecloth with two chairs, two beautiful place settings, candles and champagne in an ice bucket. A waiter in black tie and white gloves stood off to the side near a steam table.
Beca's mouth dropped open and she turned to look at Alex. Alex had a sheepish grin, her eyes dancing from the glow of the fairy lights. Beca stepped out of the Jeep and just stood, taking in the incredible setting. Alex came around behind her and lightly placed her hands on Beca's hips. "Do you like it?" asked Alex.
Beca turned to face Alex, a stunning smile on her face. Alex thought she might be the most lovely woman she had ever seen. Beca put her arms around Alex's neck and pulled her close. "Alex, this is the most romanic thing anyone has ever done for me. I love it!" She stood on her tip toes and gently kissed Alex on the cheek.
Alex took her by the hand and led her to her seat. They ate, they talked and laughed and had a wonderful dinner together. Their first date was memorable to say the least. When they finished, they headed back to the city. Midway between Beca's house and the club. Beca turned in her seat and looked at Alex as they waited for a traffic light. "Alex, can we go to your place?"
Alex was stunned by the implication of that suggestion, and forgot to watch the light. It had been green several seconds when the car behind honked their horn. Alex jumped and touched the gas. She didn't say anything at first, then looked at Beca and said in a low voice, "If that's what you want to do, sure."
Beca inhaled, never losing Alex's eyes and said, "Yes, that's what I want to do."
Alex's loft was all shiny stainless steel, ceramics, modern furniture, sharp angles. Across from the entry was a wall of glass from floor to ceiling. Lights from outside the loft flickered and danced along all the polished surfaces. It was immaculate, maybe a little sterile by some standards, but Beca loved it.
She turned to face Alex, took the two steps between them, twisted her fingers into the fabric of Alex's shirt and pulled her down into a kiss. Their lips met in a soft brush at first, both trying to contain the rush. Beca pressed hard into Alex, crushing her mouth and parting her lips granting Alex entry. Alex played with Beca's lips, running her tongue slowly over them, tasting, searching, pulling. When she bit gently down on Beca's lower lip, pulling it and teasing it with her tongue, Beca whimpered just a little. Alex deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Beca's waist, holding her tight, the passion in her rising higher.
Alex took a slow breath and nipped Beca's jawline, her earlobe, circled the shell of her ear with her tongue and worked her way down her neck to her collarbone with tender nipping and sucking, holding her tight, never letting their bodies break contact.
It was driving Beca crazy with desire. She had never been kissed like this, tenderly but firmly, passion and need underneath it all. It took her breath away and she moaned softly into Alex's shoulder.
Alex picked her up, cradling her in her arms and carried her toward her bed. She gently sat Beca down on it, and pushed her softly until she was laying flat on her back. She laid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. bringing her other hand up and cupping Beca's face, pulling her into another deep kiss. She slid her leg between Beca's and pressed her thigh to Beca's center.
By now Beca was so aroused she felt her wetness spread with the contact from Alex's thigh. She groaned into the kiss and grabbed Alex by the shoulders, pulling her closer. Beca raised her hips against Alex's leg, desperate for more contact.
Alex slid her hand down Beca's ribcage to the hem of her tank. Lifting the hem she brushed Beca's stomach lightly with her palm. Reaching up, fingertips barely making contact, Alex let her hand rest with her thumb tenderly stroking the curve of Beca's breast.
Beca began unbuttoning her shirt, signaling her permision for Alex to go further. Alex stopped her, placing her hand over Beca's and began undoing the buttons for her, but more slowly. She wanted to savor every moment, committing it to memory.
When the shirt was open, she pulled Beca to sit up, and slowly removed the garment down over her shoulders. Alex placed soft, small kisses all over Beca'a shoulders, across her chest to the swell of her cleavage. She drug her hand down Beca's front, between her breasts to the hem of her tank. Beca raised her arms and Alex pulled the tank up over her head. Alex was left looking at black lace and satin.
She bent her head to Beca's breasts, running her tongue along the top of the bra, while her hand moved around to unclasp it. When Beca was finally bared, Alex watched her intently and cupped a breast, dragging a thumb over the erect nipple. Beca closed her eyes and rolled her head back at the touch, she whispered "Alex" inhaling deeply with the contact. Alex looked into those deep blue eyes as she rolled the nipple and then tugged, bringing her mouth down to kiss and suck the pebbled nub. Beca groaned softly as Alex laid her back down on the bed, making sure to slide her thigh against Beca's heat.
Alex stood and slowly unbuttoned Beca's jeans, slid her zipper down, and pulled off jeans and panties in one motion. She covered Beca with the duvet as she sat down and pulled off her boots. When Alex unbuttoned her shirt, Beca sat up and slid it off her shoulders from behind. Alex pulled the t-shirt over her head, and was wearing no bra. Beca wrapped her arms around Alex pressing her breasts into Alex's back. Alex shivered at the contact. Beca kissed Alex's shoulders, cupping both breasts and squeezing gently. Alex stood and stripped off her jeans and panties and turned to Beca.
She pushed Beca gently back onto the pillows and climbed on top of her, suspending her body on elbows and knees over Beca. Emerald met steel-blue again, as Beca reached up, sliding her arms underneath Alex's and pulled her down, spreading her legs for Alex as she did. They kissed hard, with passion and recklessness, Beca parting her lips and allowing Alex entry. Alex pushed into her, grinding against the wetness she felt between Beca's legs. Beca's hips rose to meet her, searching for friction.
Alex held Beca tight and whispered to her, "Tell me what you want Beca."
Beca moaned, breathing shallow and quick, "Please Alex, I want you so bad, please. I want your mouth Alex, please put your mouth on me. " Alex slid down her body, leaving a trail of quick soft kisses and gentle bites along the way. When her head was above Beca's heat, she spread Beca's legs wide. With her chin on the bed and looking directly at Beca's sweet, wet folds, she took both thumbs and ran them down through the wetness and back up again. She spread Beca's entrance open, then pushed up, exposing the little nub that was her clit. Beca was motionless with anticipation through all this, but her breathing was ragged and fast. She gripped the duvet in both fists and held her legs open wide for Alex.
Alex slowly drug her tongue flat up Beca's folds. She circled her clit with her tongue, never touching it directly. She dipped her head and thrust her tongue inside. Beca moaned then gasped as Alex repeated the pattern, flat tongue up the center, circling her clit, not touching it, thrusting deep into the wetness at her entrance.
Beca was coming undone. She had never felt anything like this in her life. Sure Jesse had gone down on her, but it was sloppy and erratic, with no rhythm and no build up, and didn't result in any satisfaction for Beca. This. Was. Exquisite. She felt Alex's tongue circling her clit and then suddenly it was RIGHT THERE, exactly where she needed it to be at exactly the right time. Beca moaned deep in her chest, "Alex! Oh god, that feels so good Alex, please don't stop!"
Alex didn't stop. She swirled her tongue, sucking at Beca's clit and when she drug teeth gently over the swollen bud, Beca exploded with her orgasm. Beca cried out, "Alex, please, Alex!" over and over. Alex stayed where she was, flicking and licking Beca until the girl could take no more.
Alex rose and laid her full weight on top of Beca, and Beca pulled her close, riding out her orgasm. But Alex wasn't finished. "Beca, tell me again what you want." she whispered as Beca's hips pushed and strained against Alex.
"Please Alex, I want to feel you inside me." Beca pleaded. Alex reached down between them and slowly pushed two fingers into her entrance. She drug them out again, curling them to reach Beca's g-spot and used her thumb to rub her swollen clit. She picked up her pace, thrusting deep into Beca. Beca moaned again as her desire began to build. Alex kept at her rhythm, thrusting deep, dragging the g-spot, flicking the nub with her thumb. Beca held tight to Alex and whispered, "Oh god Alex, yes, fuck me Alex, please fuck me hard!" That's when Alex lost control and came undone herself. She roared as her orgasm expoded through her, calling Beca's name over and over again. With her orgasm taking her over the edge, Alex's thrusts became deeper and stronger, and Beca climaxed with her.
Alex rolled off Beca, panting and sweaty. She pulled Beca to her side, and Beca curled into her, her head on Alex's chest and her leg draped over Alex's hips. Alex kissed her tenderly on the forehead, pulling the duvet over them. They both dropped off to sleep in each others arms, spent, satisfied and warm. Beca didn't dream that night.
