Thank you all so much for your fantastic response to The Sex! Your reviews and messages were sooooo lovely! I love you guys! Hope you like the twists and turns I have planned for us. The next couple of chapters will address some of the issues that have been playing on some of your minds for a while now... ;)
"Morning." She murmured sleepily, waking to find him beaming at her.
"Good morning," he replied, leaning closer to peck her lightly on the lips.
They were lying facing each other, their legs still entangled, his arm wrapped round her waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back.
"Last night was..." She started, biting her lip coyly to keep her smile from growing ridiculous.
"Yeah." He nodded. "It was." He failed miserably to suppress his own pleased grin.
They looked at each other for what felt like a long time, sharing a comfortable silence, listening to the birds singing outside the window, last night's storm a distant memory.
"Can I ask you something?" He said suddenly.
"You just did."
He rolled his eyes. She was infuriating and he loved it.
"The first time we slept together..." He ventured, and she immediately tensed up a little, fixing him with a deliberately neutral expression. "Did you like it?"
The question would have been absurdly juvenile if they hadn't both known the answer. Or at least, he suspected he knew the answer.
"Of course." She answered, automatically, her eyes flicking down to his chest then back up to his face, her patented innocent Norma Bates Smile in place.
"Don't lie to me, Norma." He said kindly. His tone wasn't accusing, nor was his gaze harsh as he stared at her intently. "Did you like it?" He repeated.
"Alex..." Her tone was whiny as she flopped back on the pillow, clearly embarrassed by the whole thing. Her arm dropped across her face, covering the flush that had coloured her cheeks. There was a long silence where she hoped if she covered her face for long enough he might just drop it, but when she let her arm slide away, he was still gazing at her, waiting for an answer.
"I didn't hate it." She finally admitted, shrugging helplessly, as he let his mouth drop open in mock horror.
"Right. That's it!" He moved very suddenly and for a split second, she thought he was going to leave, before he slid down, disappearing under the sheet.
"Alex!" She giggled out helplessly, as his stubble tickled the inside of her thigh. "Alex! Stop!"
Her giggles subsided as she felt him kiss a path up along her leg, his hands sliding up the underside of her knees.
"Alex, Alex. Wait." She clamped her legs together, retreating up towards the bedstead a little.
His head appeared from under the sheet suddenly, his chin resting on her stomach.
"Why?" He said innocently, cocking his head at her, looking entirely ridiculous with the sheet still wrapped round his head like a nun's habit.
"I just.. I just don't like it." She shrugged casually, her tone shrill and tight.
He smirked at her wickedly.
"Trust me. You'll like it with me." He said cockily, earning a "pffft" in response, before he disappeared back under the sheet. She bristled at his arrogance, and at the fact that he was literally ignoring her lack of consent, and she crossed her arms across her chest, determined to lay there like a cold fish and make him regret ignoring her wishes.
She ignored the press of his lips against her stomach, ignored the little lick he flicked over her bellybutton, ignored the feel of his hot breath gliding over her flesh.
"You're wasting your time." She trilled out, her tone sing-songy, staring up at the ceiling. There had always been something too intimate about the act that had just never interested her, and she'd never been able to let go enough to enjoy it all that much. Not that many men she'd been with had been overly invested in spending too much time on her pleasure. Sam had tried once, but he'd been drunk and he'd bitten her thigh hard enough to draw blood. She twitched at the memory. Don't think about that now. In fact, don't think about anything. You're a cold fish right now. Teach him a lesson about arrogance. You know what they always say. Pride comes before a-
She gasped as he lightly dragged his nails down her thighs, making goosebumps spring up all over her body. Her train of thought was lost, as he repeated the action, sending tingles down to her toes. She forgot about her plan for a moment, and let her thighs drop open wantonly. She expected him to dive right in, but he didn't, letting his fingertips trace long, smooth paths from her hips to her calves and back again, apparently in no hurry.
After what felt like an age of just his nails lightly grazing across her flesh, making her squirm, his lips were finally on her again, pressing soft kisses against the inside of her left knee. Her breaths shallowed as he kissed a slow, lazy trail up the inside of her thigh, pausing when he reached her core. She shivered with anticipation as she felt his hot breath against her, before he pulled back suddenly, wriggling back down under the covers to kiss her right knee this time. She huffed out an exasperated sigh before remembering that she wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. He was teasing her and she wouldn't rise to it, recrossing her arms across her chest and trying not to tremble as he kissed another matching path up her right leg. He paused again and she waited, holding her breath for what was about to come next.
His breath felt hot against her, and despite her reservations and stubbornness, she felt a strange sense of excitement for what was about to happen. Which is why she couldn't stop the groan of frustration when he deliberately skipped where she wanted his mouth so badly, pressing his smiling lips against her abdomen instead.
"Oh my god!" She growled out, her hands slapping down on the bed in irritation. "Just do it!" She felt him smile triumphantly against her skin and was about to chastise him when his tongue found it's intended target and all her thoughts disappeared. He lapped at her gently, using the flat of his tongue in long, slow strokes, as though introducing her to the feeling.
Her thighs opened even wider involuntarily and she bit her lip to suppress a moan. One hand slid under her leg, wrapping around her to grasp her hip, holding her in place as he continued his ministrations. His tongue changed tact abruptly, just as she was getting used to the feeling, flicking up to her little bundle of nerves, making her arch off the bed. His hand pressed insistently against her hip, trying to hold her down as she squirmed, his tongue flicking out again and again.
His other hand trailed up the underside of her leg, before coming up to meet where his mouth was, a single digit sliding inside.
She moaned this time before she could stop herself. His finger curled upwards just as his tongue pressed hard against her clit and she bucked against him. It was too much. It wasn't enough. It was perfect. Why had she spent her whole life avoiding, rushing and faking her way through this?
Her breaths were coming out in short, shallow pants now, one hand intuitively coming to grab at her own breast, the other reaching behind her to grasp the headboard, trying to ground herself somehow. It was useless, of course, as she felt herself come undone as her climax grew nearer, her thighs thrashing wildly, her hips bucking off the bed, her moans growing louder.
His style changed again and the movement of his fingers sped up suddenly, his tongue now flicking wildly back and forth across her clit. She sucked her lip into her mouth, one hand tangling in her own hair, the other dropping to rest on his head through the sheet, growing very silent all of a sudden. He didn't know her well enough yet, and slowed for a split second, clearly slightly alarmed by her sudden silence.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." She panted out desperately, tugging his hair painfully through the sheet, and he obliged, continuing his work while she trembled. She grew quiet again for a few more seconds, her breaths echoing loudly around the room, before she shuddered hard under him, releasing a shaky scream that was so perfect he wished he could record it and make it his ringtone. Withdrawing his fingers, he lapped at her gently a couple more times, earning him a couple of little jittery aftershocks, before discreetly wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and suddenly popping his head out of the sheet.
She was beautiful, her face flushed, her lip swollen from where she had sucked it into her mouth, her blonde curls laying wild around her face. Glancing down at him, she immediately rolled her eyes at him, embarrassedly pushing some of her hair across her eyes - She had literally never seen a man look so pleased with himself.
"Shut up." She said from behind her hair, before he'd even said a word. He rested his elbows either side of her waist, resting his chin on her left hip bone, pouting thoughtfully like he was trying to remember something.
"Ya know, for someone who "just doesn't like it", you kinda seemed to like that." He said, smirking at her, watching as she emerged, red faced from behind her bangs to glare at him, a smile pulling at her lips.
"I hate you." She pouted at him. He wriggled up her body to come and lie next to her, his leg still flung across hers, his hand resting comfortably on her ribcage.
"Love you too, Mrs Romero."
She bristled at his words, growling adorably at him, before grasping at his arms, rolling them so she was on top of him. With no further pre-amble, she reached between them, guiding him to her entrance and sinking down on him. She smirked as his head dropped back on the pillow, pleased that she had regained the upper hand. Rolling her hips tantalisingly slowly, her hands shot out to grip his before they could reach for her, slamming them down either side of his head. His eyes shot open to find her self-satisfied little smile mere inches from his face, his fingers flexing a little where she had them pinned, aching to touch her.
"I told you," she whispered seductively. "I'm keeping my name."
