"Whatever happened to stopping this?" I ask the moment we walk through her front door. I didn't bother questioning the fact that she drove straight to her place and not to mine; I'm well aware of what she wants. She continues walking into her apartment without glancing back at me, shedding her clothes as she goes. First her briefcase by the door, then her jacket, followed by those amazing heels. I follow her into her bed room where she finally turns to me as she unbuttons her blouse.
I look at her curiously as she blinks a few times, steadying her hands as she continues unbuttoning her shirt. Her expression almost looks…pained. "Alex, are you okay?" I ask her as I take a few steps closer to her, stopping her shaking hands.
"Fine," She quickly replies as she closes her eyes and sighs. I'm not sure if the sudden weakness in her knees is from close proximity to me or not.
"You don't look well," I tell her as I lead her backwards until she's at the foot of the bed. I guide her into a sitting position and brush a few stray locks of hair out of her face.
"Just a headache," She replies as her head moves forward, almost as if she's trying to increase the touch between us.
"I'm pretty sure that was my excuse," I tease as I wait for her to smile but she doesn't. Something is actually off about her but something tells me it isn't just a headache. "Alex, tell me what's wrong." She simply shakes her head in response before returning to unbuttoning her blouse. She continues to shakily pop off the buttons so I take over for her, finally allowing her shirt to be removed from her shoulders.
I guide her to her feet so that I can remove her pants but she pushes away from me the moment I reach down. "Don't touch me," She rushes out but her voice isn't filled with anger like I expected it to be. It almost sounds scared.
I pull my hands away and hold them up in submission. "I'm only trying to help. Tell me what's wrong." She finally manages to get her pants off and lets them fall to the floor—something she never does. She typically folds them or at least lays them out straight on the leather seat. I watch her closely as she throws the covers back on her bed, pushing the excess pillows onto the floor before practically falling into her bed, immediately curling up into a ball. I hesitantly walk over to her, laying a gentle touch on her exposed shoulder. "You're tense," I state as I press my hand into her back, waiting to see if she's going to tell me to leave.
"I don't feel well," She finally mutters as she pulls an arm over her head in an attempt to cover her face. I don't let that discourage me as I run my hand up and down her shoulder, tracing her tense muscles. I apply a bit more pressure and begin to knead the knots out of her back and she relaxes under my touch, spreading out ever so slightly as I continue my motions.
When she's spread out enough, I gingerly climb onto her bed and sit there as both of my hands massage her bare back, trailing up and down her smooth skin. There's something almost sensual about the way her body is reacting to me but I try my best to ignore it; she's not feeling well. After a few minutes, my hands migrate down to the swell of her ass, jumping over it as I continue my massage across the backs of her thighs. Her legs immediately clench together as her body tightens up. I pause before pulling back as she begins to shake a bit. "Alex?"
She shakes her head slightly as she buries her head further into the pillows. "It hurts," She finally mumbles into the pillow.
"What?" I ask her as I scoot up on the bed a bit, trying to hear her better.
"You," She answers before pausing. Me? I'm about to ask what she's talking about when she speaks up again. "I—please touch me." I continue to look down at her, bewildered, before hesitantly placing my hands back on her lower back, massaging there. Once her body seems to relax a bit, I slide back down to her thighs but she doesn't cringe this time in response; this time she instinctively widens her legs for me. "Higher." I trail my hands up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass before sliding back down, allowing my thumbs to stroke the inside of her thighs. My hands still as warmth surrounds them and everything clicks into place.
I can feel her heat radiating through her underwear and now I know what she wants. But this time it's different; she doesn't just want it, she needs it. "Turn over," I tell her as I pull my hands away, enticing her to follow my orders. She does as she's told, exposing her face to me for a second before swinging an arm over it. I look down at her for a few seconds before straddling her body and pressing mine against hers. I kiss her neck gently, trailing kisses everywhere my lips can reach.
She squirms under my touch as my hands stroke up and down her sides while my lips trace over the exposed skin across her collarbone. I kiss my way along the protruding bone before slipping down lower; I can taste the light sheen of salty sweat that covers her body and it's dizzying. I continue kissing down chest until I'm at the swell of her breasts where I proceed to circle it with kisses. "Please," She whispers as her hands finally lift up off of the bed to rest on the flexing muscles of my lower back. "Please, it hurts. I need you."
I place a soft kiss over her breasts, trying to communicate my understanding. Personally, I have only ever been painfully aroused once in my life but I know it's next to impossible to satiate by yourself. Her prone, desperate body makes me wonder how often she tried to get herself off since the last time we slept together. It also makes me wonder why she didn't seek out another warm body to take care of her. Either way, she wants me to satiate her now and I'm going to show her just how well I can take care of her.
I trace my tongue along her nipple, not quite touching it but the sensation is already driving her crazy. I can see her nipple hardening in response, straining for my touch and I don't deny her any longer as I wrap my lips around it. My hand goes up to cup her other breast, kneading the flesh as her nipple digs into my palm. I trace my thumb over a nipple at the same time my tongue toys with the other, eliciting a soft moan from her as her lower half rises up to me before dropping back down to the mattress. "Please," She repeats again, this time in a strangled whisper.
I continue lavishing her breasts with attention, enjoying the feeling of her straining under my touch before moving on. I kiss my way down her torso, dipping my tongue in her navel and then kissing back up to her breasts. She groans out, most likely in disapproval since I moved away from where she wants me the most but I ignore it. I reach her face once more and lay a soft kiss on her lips, not deepening it any further. I peck her lips again before peppering her cheek with a series of kisses as I guide her arm off of her face so that I can see those beautiful blue eyes.
They're still pinched closed so instead I kiss her eyelids gently before sliding back down her body. My fingers trace over the curve of her hips as I trace my lips along the taut skin there, headed toward her heat. The tips of my fingers hook into the sides of her underwear before dragging it slowly down her long legs, laying a few random kisses along her smooth thighs. Once the last barrier is gone, she drops her legs open, exposing herself fully for me but I'm not quite ready to satiate her yet.
She groans softly as I kiss up the inside of her thighs and I watch curiously as her inner thigh muscles strain due to her attempt to widen her legs even further for me. I apply pressure with my lips to the quivering muscle before sliding over to her slick wetness. She's glistening for me, practically begging for my touch. I gently swipe my tongue through her wetness, attempting to apply the lightest touch that I can but she screams out in response anyway, her hips thrusting up but stopping as she tries to control herself.
I pin her hips back down to the mattress with my hands as I rest my tongue over her outer lips, staying there as her moans subside before tracing through her wetness once more. This time, her thrusting hips are more subtle as she tries to restrain herself but I know these gentle thrusts are driving her crazy. Then again, I also know what she really needs and it's not a quick fuck much like we have done in the past.
I continue to hold down her hips with my palms as my thumbs seek out her outer lips, separating them so that I have better access to her. I slide my tongue into her a bit, still rather restrained from our position but she responds instantaneously, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Instead of thrusting, I rhythmically press my tongue against her, almost in a wavelike pattern, stimulating her in a less direct way. Soft moans and pants fill my ears as her hips rotate against the bed, their movement limited by my hold on her.
I continue my motions, dipping my tongue back into her every so often before dragging my tongue up to her straining bundle of nerves. I don't want to apply direct pressure because I can tell that she's so wound up that it wouldn't give her the gratification that she's seeking. She doesn't need a quick release; she needs an effective release. She needs to be built up so high that she's helpless to stop herself from falling over the edge and hurling into oblivion.
My mouth continues to work around her straining bundle as my right hand slips between her legs, very carefully sliding one finger into her tight core. I can feel her muscles instinctively convulsing around my finger as I push it completely in. A longer, more dragged out moan fills the room as I push that finger forward, seeking out that spongey section of flesh inside of her that I know will drive her crazy. Her hips jerk ever so slightly as I find it and I don't waste in time in pressing against it, drawing slow but firm circles into the rough tissue.
Her inner walls clamp down on my finger, slowing but not quite stopping its movements. "It's okay, you can let go," I husk out before returning my lips to her core, blowing hot air across her wetness as I continue stimulating her with my finger. Her walls tighten in response to my words and her breath hitches. "Let go for me, Alex." I increase my pace slightly, rubbing in faster circles hoping that she'll finally tip over the edge. Her strangled cry fills the room, flooding my ears as her inner walls convulse desperately around my finger. I continue stroking her gently as her hips jerk forward and the inner muscles of her thighs clench up in response, trying to contract much like the rest of her.
I kiss my way up her body, milking the last of her orgasm as I go. Her eyes are pinched shut and her head is thrown back in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her blonde locks are tossed across the pillow, spread out almost like a halo, framing her beautiful face. My lips seek out hers, finally kissing her the way I've wanted to for weeks. It's slow, precise, gentle. Her body finally relaxes back into the mattress and she return my kiss, keeping it gentle. She opens up her mouth a bit to me and I suck on her lower lip, gently tugging at it with my teeth before letting it slip out. I reclaim her mouth once more and our tongues meld together, dancing rather than dueling for control like usual.
We continue our tantalizing dance before I finally pull away. I look down at her crystal clear blue eyes; her pupils are no longer dilated much like they were before. She looks up at me, not blinking once as we gaze into each other's eyes before I feel her hands weave into my hair. She pulls me back down and reclaims my mouth, allowing our lips to slide together in sync, tongues leisurely tasting and exploring everything.
Once we're both too tired to continue, I pull away and allow myself to flop down on the mattress next to her. Instead of turning away from me, she presses up against me, curling into my side as she rests her head against my shoulder. She tosses an arm over my waist, pulling our bodies closer together before insinuating a leg between mine, tangling our bodies together.
Hours after her breathing has steadied, I'm left staring up at her ceiling much like our first night together. Except this time, she's not turned away from me. This time she's curled up against me, clinging to me like she needs me. This time it wasn't rough, hot, and sweaty fucking. This time it was slow, deliberate, and passionate—I don't even know what to call it but it wasn't fucking.
It was different. She was different. I was different. If only we could remain that way come morning.