***"I, wanna throw it all away***
***For tonight, and the day another day***
***It's just you and me***
***And I'm on my knees***
***Would you pray for me."*** *\- Rooty*
***Alissa Blake***
He leaned over me, his body covering mine, which felt so small compared to his. My arms were around his shoulders, and he was propped up on his elbows. His expression was serious, but there was a softness in those gorgeous green eyes.
Eyes that seemed to plead for more.
“For so long, I thought I’d never see you again,” he said between the kisses we exchanged. “And now that you’re here, I just want to savor every moment because I know how much this means.”
His words hit me like a punch, but in a good way. In a way that made my chest ache and, at the same time, fill with something new and warm. I was combusting, desire and lust mixing, creating something entirely new within me.
“I feel the same,” I admitted, almost in a whisper. He smiled, that smile that seemed to light up everything around him.
“Then why are we still talking?” he asked, the teasing evident in his tone.
I let out a short laugh, but before I could respond, he gently pulled me by the waist, pressing our bodies together. His lips found mine in a slow kiss, filled with intention.
My nails dug into his back, and at that moment, all my attempts to take things slowly went out the window. Holden was simply impossible. I couldn’t resist for long, but I already considered myself strong enough for being able to hold back as much as I did, especially when he looked so good wearing so little.
Being with him was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It wasn’t rushed or impatient. It was pleasant, almost too comfortable like it was where I was always meant to be.
My hands roamed up and down his back, exploring all that muscle beneath warm skin. He had changed so much physically since the last time we’d been together, yet, at the same time, it felt as though nothing had changed.
Holden deepened the kiss, and a warmth coursed through my body. When he finally pulled away, our faces were still close, our breaths mingling. His alcohol-tinged breath mixed with mine, creating a unique and intoxicating essence.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine.
“I think I have a vague idea,” I replied, my voice huskier than I’d expected.
He chuckled softly, and the sound was like music to me.
“Come here,” he said, gently pulling me to sit on his lap.
I hesitated for a moment, but his gaze reassured me. I climbed onto his lap, my legs on either side of his waist. The smile on his face widened, as if he knew he’d just overcome another one of my barriers.
“Much better,” he said, his hands firmly gripping my waist.
I laughed, both nervous and excited.
“You’ve always been good at making me let my guard down, you know that?” I said, joking, though there was truth in my words.
“Maybe because I’ve always known it would be worth it.”
And then he kissed me again. This kiss was more urgent, more desperate, as if time was running out and he needed more of me before it did.
I got rid of the tight jeans I was wearing, and though I felt exposed, it wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. Not this time. I was okay, and that still surprised me.
My hands moved to his hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands as he held me with firmness but also a delicacy that seemed to contradict the intensity of the moment.
His hands gripped the flesh of my hips firmly as I removed the blouse I was wearing. He found my breasts in front of his face, and from above, I saw those big eyes staring at me, almost as if he were making a request.
I bit my lip, and he took it as a cue, filling his hand and mouth with one of them, surprising me with the shock of pleasurable sensitivity against Holden’s tongue sucking me.
He moved from one breast to the other, alternating as if there was no end. My hips moved almost of their own accord, feeling his erection brush against me, soaking through my panties with almost no effort.
His mouth was so delicious that I couldn’t hold back my moans. It had been a long time since I’d had sex, so my sensitivity was at its peak everywhere. I restrained myself from climaxing just by grinding against him, but what we were doing felt so good, that I thought it couldn’t get any better.
Hearing his gasps as I rubbed against his erection made me want more. I wanted to take him inside me and see how long he’d last.
I lifted myself slightly, still straddling him, and pushed his boxers down. He finished removing them and reached out, trying to grab something from the bedside table.
But before he could, I held his cock, filling my hand with its size. He’d grown in every sense.
I tried not to overthink how I’d handle it, but in my current state, it wouldn’t be too hard. I was as wet as a waterfall, and that was new for me.
Holden had a different effect on my body, making me lose control.
I began to massage the head of his cock, using the accumulated lubrication to slide my hand smoothly. He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut lightly. His mouth fell open slightly, and I took the opportunity to place a kiss there.
With his eyes closed, Holden let out restrained, melodic moans, beautiful to hear but enough to drive me crazy with lust.
So, without thinking too much, I slid him inside me all at once. The expression on his face was so beautiful that I wanted to frame it and keep it in my mind forever.
“Fuck, Alissa!” he groaned as he adjusted himself better inside me. “You’re so tight, oh God.”
I only moaned from the pain, trying to control the burning sensation inside me after doing that. My desire had driven me so crazy that I thought I could take it all at once, but now it was too late.
Holden moved slowly in and out, holding me so tightly I felt like I might break. If Slow was like this, I didn’t want to imagine when he let loose.
He lifted his hips gently, waiting for me to get comfortable before increasing the pace.
“That’s it, like that,” I said breathlessly, my eyes rolling back without me even noticing as he hit deeper with more intensity. I moved occasionally, trying to position him better, but Holden had the control. He gripped my hips like I was a prize he didn’t want to let go of.
His body dominated mine, deciding how to move. But God, he did it so well that I didn’t even need to ask for more. Clinging to his torso, I let him do the work, as he seemed to enjoy being in control.
Holden kept pushing inside me, while my clit rubbed against his skin, creating a delicious friction that made me moan even louder.
“Your moan is torture, Alissa,” he said, kissing my neck. His tongue trailed along my skin to my earlobe, where he whispered, “I want to make music with your moan. I want to compose a damn symphony with the sounds you make while I’m inside you.”
Holden increased the intensity of his thrusts, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, making our music as we neared the climax together. Perfect synchronization, reaching ecstasy as if it were habitual—a testament to how perfect this union was.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed for a moment before opening them to look at me.
“This is what I want, Alissa,” he said, his voice low and tired. “No matter what happens, no matter what lies ahead. I just want you.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe this could last, that I could have something good without the world finding a way to take it away.
But at that moment, with the warmth of his arms around me and the sound of the music in the background, I decided not to think about tomorrow.
Today, at least for today, he was mine. And I was his.