To say that Alexis not the greatest with words is an understatement. He knows it, he understands that he is not very smart and that makes it hard to express himself properly, let alone impress people. He also has difficulty reading, so memorizing a poem or a quote from a book is nigh impossible.
He does not know how to keep finding ways to put his thoughts into words eloquently, like guys such as Elliott or Harvey can. Estella is well-educated, she comes from the city and has all those ideas about things that make little sense to him, but that he knows that are important to her. He thinks that is only natural that she would want a suave type, someone who knows how to behave in these situations.
The jock thought that his understanding of those things, of seduction and sex, is what set him apart from any competition from the other guys in town, but he came to realise that his now girlfriend is in a whole other league. Alas, he finds with no small dose of self-deprecation, there is very little he has to offer.
To talk and make himself be understood is hard enough when he just wants to explain that he is sad, angry or in love, in a romantic sense of the word, but things get especially tough when his thoughts are inappropriate to polite conversation.
Now, he is not an animal, his grandparents raised him right. His mind is not always focused on such a thing, but, at the moment, whenever his eyes land on Estella, he is recalling hearing her say his name in between pleasured sighs. With that, comes to mind the look of her breasts, the seductive curve of her waist thrown in bed, the feel of her mouth and…
So, of course, when she calls out his stare in her direction, asking what is wrong, his face immediately turns hot, he dodges the subject, rapidly finding some excuse in between rushed sentences and quickly flees elsewhere, which only makes the situation worse. He gets increasingly more anxious and self-conscious whenever he happens to find her in town, and it is more likely for him to stumble in his words and drop conversation off abruptly. The worst part being that he is clearly not the greatest at hiding his thoughts from her, as when she catches him staring at her, she took to winking at him with a lewd smirk on her face.
He wants to bury his head in a hole, like an anxious ostrich. Do ostriches even do that? He does not know, and he works in a farm.
Alex knows that he cannot exactly just exclaim aloud to his girlfriend that he has been thinking about taking off her clothes, pushing her back into the bed and hearing she cry out his name until her throat is hoarse. That is uncouth, and he would not want for her to think badly of him, Yoba knows he makes that easy enough on his own.
Well, maybe he could, but he probably would not be able to finish his words without tripping over his own tongue, which, really, seems to be the crux of the matter.
It seems easier when it is just the two of them. When at first their greeting to another is a single kiss that suddenly and naturally turns into him repeatedly pressing heated kisses against her lips, which Estella returns with fervour. The temperature rises, their instincts take over and it soon has him sliding his hands beneath her clothes, which is mirrored by her trying to pull away his.
"Alex…" The girl moans as she leads him down to the bed.
There it is. What he has been waiting with batted breath to hear. He feels like he could go over the edge just by that sound alone.
The breathless sigh of his name goads Alex to usher her over, thrown over his shoulder if needed be. It is much too easy for him to just get lost in her bare skin, that velveteen expanse that he cannot help but press kisses along.
Until Estella tells him she wants him in the next breath, only for his body to almost act on its own, hands reaching for her waist to guide her hips to his, cock pressing at her sex, sliding inside as his hips meet flush against hers.
He wants her too, and he hopes it comes across that way when he manages to stutter out her name as he starts to motion himself back and forth. He hopes, with pride and love alike, that his voice makes her feel the way hers make him.
If that is not enough, perhaps he comes across well when he continues to press his lips against her, while murmuring "I love you" between thrusts. Or when he finds cumming inside her once not enough, and he keeps her body pinned beneath his own, pumping himself into her until she understands just how much he truly does.
Alex is still concerned that his girlfriend does not understand him, truly. If this is the only way he can express himself, then they will have to keep doing until she does, and Estella is feeling like a slow learner tonight.