Chapter 56 CHAPTER 56

Chapter 56 CHAPTER 56
The kitchen was still bathed in the soft, early morning light.

Alex stood by the counter, wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. 

His back was to me, the muscles shifting as he raised his cup to his lips. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small space.

"Morning," I said, my voice still rough with sleep as I leaned against the doorframe.
Alex turned, a small smile playing on his lips. 

"Morning, sleepyhead. Your orange juice is on the counter."I padded across the cool tiles.

When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pressing my cheek against the warm skin of his back. 

"You're up early," I murmured. “I couldn't sleep," he replied, turning in my arms. His hands came to rest on my hips, his thumbs drawing small circles on my skin. 

"Too many thoughts."

"Good thoughts or bad thoughts?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Good ones," he said, leaning down to press his lips against mine. The kiss was gentle at first, soft and slow, like we had all the time in the world. 

I could taste the coffee on his tongue, rich and bitter, and I melted against him, my hands moving up to tangle in his hair.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more hungry. His hands roamed up my back, pulling me closer until there was no space between us.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, fast and steady, matching the rhythm of my own. The kitchen faded away, the sounds of the morning disappearing until all I could focus on was Alex—his lips, his hands, the way he felt pressed against me.

"Ayla," he murmured against my lips, his hands sliding down to cup my rear, lifting me onto the counter.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The kiss grew messier, more desperate, our tongues tangling, our breath coming in ragged gasps.

My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his warm skin. 

His nipples pebbled under my touch, and I pinched them lightly, earning a soft groan from him. His hands moved up under my shirt, his thumbs brushing against the undersides of my breasts, making me arch against him.

"Alex," I breathed, my head falling back as he trailed kisses down my neck. He nibbled at the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck, sending shivers down my spine. 

My legs tightened around him, pulling him impossibly closer, the friction between us sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. Unable to form words as he lifted me from the counter, my legs still wrapped around his waist. 

He carried me to the sturdy wooden table that sat in the center of the kitchen, setting me down gently. My legs dangling over the edge.

Alex hovered over me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his body covering mine. 

I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me through the thin fabric of my sleep shorts. 

I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the stubble rough against my fingertips.

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice soft but intense. His eyes roamed over my face, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

"So are you," I replied, my hands moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. I could feel the muscles of his stomach tense as I brushed my fingers against the skin just above the waistband.

He captured my hands in his, bringing them to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to my palms.

"Let me," he said, releasing my hands and reaching for the hem of my sleep shirt. I lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head, exposing my breasts to the cool morning air. 

His eyes darkened as he took me in, his hands coming up to cup them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I gasped as he leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. 

My back arched off the table, my hands moving to tangle in his hair, holding him to me. One of his hands slid down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my shorts.

His fingers found me wet and ready, and I bucked against his hand as he stroked me, his thumb circling my clit. 

The pleasure built quickly, a tight coil in my stomach, and I could feel myself getting closer, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Alex, please," I begged, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. He pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down my legs. 

The cool air hit my heated skin, making me shiver. His eyes roamed over my naked body, dark with desire, as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his own sweatpants, pushing them down and stepping out of them.

He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. 

I reached up, my hands cupping his face, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss as he slowly entered me, filling me completely. 

I gasped into his mouth, the stretch, the fullness, the feeling of him inside me almost overwhelming.

He started to move, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that had me seeing stars. 

My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the kitchen, mixed with our gasps and moans, the rhythm growing faster, more urgent.

I could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. 

I cried out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as I came, my body arching off the table.

Alex followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his own release, burying his face in my neck as he shuddered against me. 

We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged, the morning light streaming in through the windows.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled out, helping me sit up. He gathered me in his arms, holding me close as I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. 

"I love you," I said, my voice muffled against his skin. "I love you too," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.