Chapter 33 In His Arms Again
He pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“Joan… do you want me to continue?” he asked, his voice so low that it made me even more impatient to devour him.
“Why am I feeling this way?” I thought to myself.
“Is it the wine?”
“Yes… continue,” I replied, my voice unbelievably soft.
Then he pulled me closer again and started kissing me slowly.
At this moment, there was no space between our bodies anymore and I was already arching impatiently against his hand.
He suddenly raised me up and carried me in his arms as he moved towards his room.
All this time, my eyes were closed until I felt the softness of the bed when he carefully lay my back down.
I felt his lips on mine again, intense this time.
His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. Then his hand settled on my left chest, tweaking my nipple until it became hard and before I knew it, he had already taken my clothes off completely.
“That was fast,” I whispered under my breath.
Then I felt his tongue move from my lips down to my belly.
“Huh,” I groaned softly.
“You like it?” he asked in a hushed tone as he looked up.
“Yes… " Don’t stop,” I said, breathing slowly.
My mouth parted a soft moan as I felt his tongue back on my belly. Softly, he moved his tongue down to my thighs.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my fingers grabbing the sheets.
Then he dropped his knees between my thighs and separated them with his hands before going down to suck my clit.
“Arggg!” I moaned loudly now.
He paused and looked into my eyes for a moment, then ran a finger between my folds. He did that for a while before sliding one finger inside me, slowly and deeply.
“Gosh!” I cried out.
He slid another inside and rubbed his thumb slowly on my clit while his fingers curled inside me.
I could feel his fingers and the ocean beneath me, while my legs shook uncontrollably.
Then he removed his fingers and leaned in to kiss me again.
“I missed you,” he whispered into my ear.
Unable to withstand the heat anymore, I reached for his pants and unzipped it, his cock landing like a rock on my thigh.
“It’s my turn now,” I whispered into his ear.
I grabbed his cock and slid it into my mouth, rubbing, thrusting, and jerking it as if my life depended on it.
“Fuck! I miss you so much,” he said, his eyes closing slowly.
Suddenly, he jerked up and turned me over like a hungry beast ready to devour its prey.
I was already wet and open, ready for him to take action.
I spread my leg and he rubbed the entrance of my pussy again before finally sliding in.
“Fuck! You are so tight”,” he whispered, staring into my eyes as he dived slowly.
My eyes rolled and I grabbed the sheets even tighter.
“Gosh, yes!” I moaned.
As he was thrusting, he was also lavishing my breast with attention.
“I miss you too,” I admitted, flexing my legs against his back and cupping his head to hold him still as I rocked into him.
“Argghh!” he screamed, now going faster.
“Oh!” I also screamed as I came hard.
He immediately pulled out and stroked his dick, his cum pouring all over my thighs.
“Do you want more?” he asked in a gentle and low voice.
“Yeah,” I said, breathing hard.
He rubbed my overly stimulated pussy with his cock and slid back into me.
I moaned louder, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through me.
He came the second time and collapsed beside me. He then pulled me close, my head resting on his chest with his hand stroking my back slowly.
“I need to clean up,” I muttered softly after a while.
“Should we clean up together?” he teased.
“You are silly,” I said in a hushed tone.
I smiled, got down from the bed, and headed straight to the bathroom.
When I stepped out of the bathroom naked, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, a towel already wrapped around his waist.
Then he scanned the whole of my body as if he was marveling at a work of art.
I cleared my throat and he quickly took his eyes off me.
“I need something soft to sleep in… I know you won’t let me leave at this time of the night,” I said, my eyes looking everywhere except his eyes.
“Sure,” he replied and handed a satin shirt to me.
He also stepped into the bathroom and joined me in bed afterwards.
The next morning, the smell of food pulled me out of bed. I turned around and didn’t see Alex beside me.
Not long after, his footsteps approached the room and I quickly pretended to be asleep.
“Wakey wakey,” he said, balancing a tray carefully beside me before patting me slowly.
I opened my eyes slowly and our eyes met.
“Breakfast,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Huh,” I muttered.
Then I sat up, pulled the sheets around myself, and pulled the tray closer to me.
I took a few bites, then a notification made my phone’s screen turn on.
“I should go home and dress for work,” I said, staring at the time.
“You don’t need to rush… it's even fine if you get there a little bit late,” he replied, looking at me like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.
“You know I can’t do that,” I shook my head, setting the tray aside.
“Okay,” he sighed.
I stood up, gathered my clothes, and dressed quickly. When I turned back to him, he was leaning against the headboard, his eyes softer than I remembered them being in a long while.
“I should use the restroom before I leave,” I thought to myself.
I excused myself and hurried into the restroom.
When I came back, Alex was staring at my phone’s screen, his eyes void of the softness I had seen earlier.