Ryan
“Are you okay?” I asked Alicia as soon as we’d left the club. I was furious at Justin and Tammy, but I would deal with them later. My main concern was Alicia. She was holding it together really well, considering. “Justin isn’t normally such an asshole. He was drunk, and I think he and Tammy had a fight earlier tonight before they even got to the club.”
“I’m fine,” she said, rubbing her wrist. “I’m sorry. That was…fucking crazy.”
“That wasn’t your fault. I should have known Justin would try to hit on you. He talked about you at the lodge, and he was totally flirting with you at dinner.”
“He was?”
“Didn’t you notice that?” I couldn’t believe she’d been oblivious. I thought it had been obvious.
“No,” she said dully. “He checked out my cleavage, but I thought he was actually interested in my job as a waitress. You know, trying to get to know the new girl better.”
We got into the car and I directed the driver to take us to my place. I looked into her beautiful eyes, beautiful even clouded over with a still-shocked haze. “Honey, listen…when I saw Justin near you—even earlier tonight on the dance floor—I couldn’t believe how angry I got. And jealous, too, at the thought of him maybe being able to steal you away from me.”
“That would never happen,” she said, leaning against my shoulder.
“Even so,” I continued, knowing that if I didn’t say what was on my mind now, it was possible I never would. “I had no idea how badly I truly wanted you until I thought that someone might take you away from me.” I put my chin on the top of her head and drew her close to me. “I love you, Alicia. I don’t know how you feel, but I need to tell you where I’m at.”
Alicia lifted her head and there were tears in her eyes. “I love you, too,” she whispered, and I leaned down and kissed her. She adjusted her body and pressed against me as much as she could. Relief washed through my body at the realization that she felt the same way I did.
When the driver pulled up to my front door, I escorted Alicia gently into the house. I got her a glass of water, and we went to my bedroom.
“That dress looks beautiful on you, still.” I put my hands on her waist and felt the silkiness of her dress, her skin beneath my hands. She kissed me, and I got hard immediately, my cock pressing into her hip. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing her breasts into my face. I nuzzled her tits as I brought her to the bed and laid her on it. She spread her legs immediately and hiked up her dress, revealing a black G-string.
I smiled and quickly pulled off my clothes. I moved between her legs and she sat up so I could lift her dress off over her head. I kissed her thighs, inside and out, kissed her belly, her breasts, her neck. I wanted to consume her, love her with every cell, every breath in my body. I pulled her panties off and kissed her wetness; she tasted like a dream.
When I entered her, she gave the same small sigh she always did; it was a sound no woman had ever made with me before. It was a sigh of both excitement and release at the same time, as if she’d finally come home after a long day. It was sexy as hell, and it drove me wild.
I started to thrust, pushing myself deep into her. She spread her legs apart even further. I groaned at the pleasure moving through my body; it felt like I was on fire from my knees to my ribs. I held off, restraining myself until she could get even more warmed up, until she could come.
“You feel so good in me,” Alicia whispered, her hands roving around my back, gently dragging her nails against my skin. She sat up, leaning in toward me. I rolled over onto my back, positioning her on top of me. She loved to be on top; I loved to look at her on top of me.
Tonight, she rode me hard, stretching and pulling, pressing herself against me and grinding every which way. I put my hands on her hips to move along with her, wanting to tell her to slow down or I would come before her, which I didn’t want to do.
She quickened her pace, her hips becoming a blur, then closed her eyes in a look of concentration I recognized. A moment later she froze before crying out, and she arched her back and started shuddering violently. I gratefully let myself release, matching her orgasm with my own. We moved together in our climax until we were both spent. Then slowly, gently she rolled off of me. With her breath still rapid and shallow, she laid her head on chest and I put my arm around her.
“I love you,” she said quietly. “It feels really awesome to be able to say that.”
I couldn’t tell her how amazing it felt to hear. “I love you, too.”
“You don’t need to pay me anymore,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by my chest and her hair. She trailed her fingers across my chest, stirring arousal in me once again. “But you’re welcome to buy me beautiful dresses and pamper me anytime you like.”
We laughed.
“Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I stared at the ceiling until I heard her breathing slow down and deepen. When I knew she was asleep, I closed my eyes and drifted off with her in my arms.