Monday
Emily
‘First of all, I don’t believe you. And secondly, why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner? I mean, it’s Monday and you’ve had a full 48 hours to disclose. Far out, I would have live-tweeted the whole thing if it were me,’ Andi sat opposite me, her face full of excitement.
‘Your husband might have a problem with that,’ I laughed.
We sat in the small office we shared. It didn’t matter so much that it was cramped because we got along so well. Petite and blonde, Andi was adorable and had been happily married for close to a decade.
‘Seriously, it’s 9:23. You’ve been here for at least an hour and you only tell me now,’ she said pointing to the clock.
‘You know I’m not chatty before coffee,’ I defended.
‘Holy crap, Emily. I guess you’re officially back on the horse,’ she said with a big smile. ‘That hot pony right there.’ She pointed to her computer screen. She had been fast to Google image search “Alejandro Martin”.
I was beginning to regret saying anything at all. Especially when it had ended the way it had.
‘Are you going to see him again? He must be here a while yet. At least tonight,’ she winked.
‘Nope. I don’t even know his number. Plus, it ended weird.’
‘Weird how?’
‘His friends turned up before we…’
‘Oh my god, his friends walked in on you fucking?’ Andi interrupted.
‘No!’
‘You didn’t have sex?’ Andi asked.
I shook my head, no. She moved quickly through conversation, especially when she liked the topic.
‘Sex or no sex, I wouldn’t say no to that,’ she pointed back to the screen. ‘He’s hot. And I bet he’s a player as well.’
‘You were meant to come with me,’ I playfully punched her in the arm.
‘I would have gotten in your way’ she said.
‘Nah. Perhaps I was the right girl in the right bar,’ I said.
I hadn’t mentioned the whole airport thing. This story was getting too big for its own boots.
‘Not a chance. Firstly, because, you are a beautiful woman, not a girl. Secondly, if that clown on the computer screen got half a chance to bone you, he’d be lucky!’
‘Ah, well. Thank you for being my champion, at least. You don’t think he’s a clown, right?’
‘No, I think he’s a man-god with dreamy eyes,’ she said, to which we both laughed.
I loved working with Andi. We would catch up on our lives between reports and clients. Often in the afternoons, she’d play her favourite music through the shonky computer speakers.
Since I was meant to be in Perth, I had a quiet week of work ahead of me. I’d considered taking off the whole week off.
‘You got much on?’ asked Andi.
‘Not until next week now.’
‘Talk to HR. They would love it if you used up some annual leave.’
‘I might,’ I said.
‘Hey, you want to come see your boyfriend play with me tonight, I’ve got tickets. Rick couldn’t care less if you took his place.’
‘No, thanks. I think that would make me a stalker,’ I said turning around to give her a smile.
‘Hey, I was just looking at the date.’
‘Sorry, what?’
‘I just noticed it’s been a year since you lost your Mum,’ she said.
‘Oh, yeah,’ I said. ‘I’m okay.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘I’m just sorry I didn’t say something last week. It slipped my mind,’
‘It’s fine,’ I said.
From there our morning continued, uneventful. I took one of Andi’s clients and then worked on reports and treatment plans. But the afternoon brought a surprise. Andi had been in a consult and I was working alone in our office.
‘Um, Emily?’ Andi was standing outside our office coming back from a client, with the door slightly ajar.
‘Yeah?’ I answered, not turning away from my typing.
‘That hot pony is here,’ she spoke in a hushed voice.
‘What?’ Now I turned around. Andi’s eyes were wide with amusement.
‘Your violinist is at the nurse’s station, and he’s asking for you.’
‘Are you messing with me?’
‘Go see,’ she said. I stood up from my desk and she pushed me out the door. ‘No one in consult room three today. Just saying.’
Andi was not lying, Alex was leaning against the nurse’s station. Wearing jeans, a white shirt and a dark jacket, he looked just as good as he had a few days prior. Maybe better. Lust bloomed inside me at the sight of him, just as it had the night at the bar. I couldn’t stop a smile breaking out across my face. Ugh, I always had an instant lady boner for this guy.
‘Hi,’ I said walking up to the station.
‘Hello, Emily. I found you,’ he said, giving me a huge smile back.
Well, I guess he already knew where I worked. It must be easy to be a stalker in the age of Google.
‘Can I talk to you about something?’ he asked.
‘Consult Three is empty,’ called Andi from the end of the hall. She was standing in the doorway to our office, listening intently.
‘Okay, come on.’ I led him down the hall to the consult rooms where we would usually see clients.
‘Sorry, this isn’t too strange?’ he asked as he followed me into the room, ‘just turning up?’
‘Not yet,’ I said.
Inside the consult room, there was a desk with computer and an extra couple of chairs for clients. In the corner was some exercise equipment. Alex sat down, and for a moment it felt like I was talking to a client.
‘I’m sorry about Friday night. I didn’t know everyone was going to barge in like that,’ he said.
Was he only here to apologise? He’d already done that.
‘It’s okay. It was a fun night.’
‘I’m glad.’ he said.
We both sat in silence for a moment. Then, he took a deep breath, as if about to make a confession.
‘I want to talk to you about my hand,’ he said.
‘Your hand? The focal dystonia?’
‘Yes. You said I should have a plan. So, I wanted to ask you, what would your plan be?’
Now it was me who took pause. Because up to that point I was thinking this was a personal call.
‘I’ve got six more weeks of the tour,’ he continued, ‘I’m here until Friday. I thought, if you could give me a plan, I could take it with me. It would be enough to play it out.’
I took a moment to think about it. I could treat him, but not without more time. Or a team behind me.
‘Alex, you need a neurologist. You need a team. I’d want to refer to my peers before I put something like that together. This is a big deal.’
He shook his head, ‘I don’t want a heap of old men telling me what they think I should do. But, you seem like an honest person. I trust you.’
I sighed. It wasn’t the professional thing to do. Some treatment was better than no treatment, I argued to myself. But I knew that what I wanted was for him to play, and for him to be happy.
Reaching over, I picked up his right hand. Gently, I touched the third and fourth fingers of his hand. He had no pain, just loss of fine motor function.
‘I could put together some exercises,’ I offered.
‘Okay. That would be… amazing.’
He smiled and looked into my eyes, unmoving.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘I forgot how pretty you looked. How could I forget that?’ I was still holding his right hand, but now he closed his fingers around mine, with a tight grip. For a moment, I thought he might kiss me. He leaned in so our faces were only inches apart. What’s more, our bodies were only inches apart. The image of his cock, hard in my hand, hit my mind’s eye. Proximity to this man seemed to make me crazy with lust.
‘I’ve got something for you,’ he pulled away from me and reached into his back pocket. ‘Tickets for tonight. I would be honoured if you would come. You don’t have to. But my phone number is written on them, so tell me if you will be there.’ He pushed them into my hands and stood to leave.
Standing in my office, all the same feelings of a few nights earlier came rushing back to me. Again, I felt the excitement of a thousand butterflies in my stomach. I felt myself getting hot, with blood rushing to all the wrong places. He made me dizzy.
The tickets were still in my hand as I watched him walk away, towards the lifts. He couldn’t have even been out the door before I sent him my answer via text message.
Emily: Yes.
Alex: And will you have a drink with me after. Yes?
Emily: Yes.
I walked back to my office and sat down with a huff.
‘Oh my God,’ I said.
‘So? What did he say?’ Andi asked diligently when I returned to our office.
‘He wanted medical advice,’ was my answer. ‘And gave me some tickets.’
I didn’t want to tell her I was seeing him after the concert. She’d make such a big deal about it.
‘Oh,’ she seemed taken aback, but Andi also knew when not to push me.
Emily
To watch from the crowds, you would never have known there was anything wrong with Alejandro Martin’s hands. He played beautifully, watching him lose himself music was a real pleasure. For parts of the show I would close my eyes, and simply lose my own self to the music as well. On stage, he was a different man. All four of them were dressed in black tie, Alex in a dinner suit. His hair was gelled down. It made him appear older and much neater.
I’d wondered on my way in if he’d be stoned. He had said it helped his hand before. But looking at the intense concentration on his face, there was no way he’d been smoking. Every muscle in his body seemed tense.
For a Monday night, it was a busy show. While I might not know much about music, it was easy to see that the four of them were quite popular. The concert was held in one of the older theatres in town, that still had the plush red seats of years gone by. The walls were the cream and green of art deco.
I had good seats, I was close to the front. Without a doubt, Luella was the star of the show. It would be hard for her not to be, with her obvious talent and tenacity. The crowd erupted with applause when she took her place on stage. Alejandro and his male co-stars were met with less rapture but appreciated nonetheless.
While the music was familiar, I could not name the composers. My musical illiteracy was becoming more obvious. Had Alex said Mozart? Something else? It occurred to me I should ask, but I didn’t was to feel like an idiot later.
The curtains fell on the performance. Almost immediately, I felt the vibration of my mobile phone from my handbag.
Alex: Drinks still? Brussels Bar in 15?
I should have loitered and been late for the sake of appearing more desirable, but it was a cold night. I would rather be warm than desirable. Brussels was a small bar, but with a long cocktail list and central location it was often busy. I’d been there a few times before. The bar was low lit, on the small side, and not crowded yet. I ordered myself a champagne, found a small booth unoccupied in the back corner and sat down to wait for Alex.
That afternoon, I’d put together a brief program of hand exercises for Alex which I had brought with me. Again I wondered if this a personal meeting or a professional one. I’d kind of lost track.
When he came in the front door, he appeared vastly different from the man I had watched on stage. His white shirt was untucked from his suit pants, and his tie and jacket were gone. Even his hair was messy. It was like he was working hard at looking dishevelled. The difference was also in his face. The strained look he had while performing had been replaced by a calmer one.
‘Hi,’ he said, sitting down. ‘I was only fifty per cent sure you were going to come.’
‘I’ve got this for you,’ I pulled out the program I’d put together and passed it to him.
‘Thank you,’ he put it down on the small table between us but did not give it more than a glance.
‘You want to go through it together?’ I offered.
‘Ah, no. I’d rather talk instead. Or get you a drink, you want a drink?’
‘I’ve got one,’ I nodded to the glass on the table.
‘Ah, no! You’re meant to let me buy you drinks. I’m going to go get you one anyway,’ he got up to go over to the bar to order.
Leaning back, I cradled my champagne glass, taking sips as I watched him. He turned, catching me looking and held my gaze. My stomach fluttered as he smiled at me.
‘I think I have done it,’ he said as he sat back down.
‘Done what?’ I asked. He moved closer along the bench seat so he was touching me.
‘I’ve made you fall for me.’
‘Fall for you?’
‘Oh yeah, you’ve got it bad for me,’ he replied with a smirk. I wanted to roll my eyes at him. It took more than good looks and talent to make me fall for someone. ‘I can see it in your face.’
‘The only one that falls here is you. In an airport, because security guards tackled you,’ I said.
He laughed a little. ‘Maybe I am being optimistic then,’ he said.
The tone of his voice dropped. ‘Don’t worry. I’ll look after you better this time.’
‘What are you talking about?’ I asked.
‘Last time, I wasn’t ready. I was married for five years. I wasn’t a good husband. I forgot… how to be good to a woman.’
‘It wasn’t your fault we just got gatecrashed,’ I smiled, but his face stayed serious.
‘No, seriously. I have a hotel room. Come back there with me. We can drink and talk there.’
I smiled. His words lit a little spark inside me as if he had flicked a switch. He was propositioning me all over again. He was hot, he was fun to be around and he was leaving the country in four days.
‘You say “yes” now,’ he said.
‘Yes.’
We left the bar and made the quick walk to the hotel. He hooked his arm through mine as we walked through the foyer to the elevators. Once inside, he gave me a sideways glance.
‘Don’t even try it,’ I said, ‘Not my first rodeo.’
‘It’s okay. I’m determined to get you in an actual bed this time.’ He wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek instead.
He led me down a corridor to his room and we went inside. Hanging on the inside door handle was a Do Not Disturb sign. ‘You know, given our track record, we should use that,’ I said.
‘Yes, I should take that with me and keep it,’ replied Alex.
We both laughed. The room was coloured with the muted taupes that all hotels seem to favour. It was bigger than normal, but there was nothing exciting about it.
Without hesitation, he started kissing me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started stepping me over to the bed.
‘I know I should offer you a drink, but really, I can’t wait for this any longer,’ he said.
I laughed, ‘You know we’ve never finished an entire drink together?’
‘I’m not a patient man.’
Still laughing, he gave me a playful push on to the bed, then followed suit himself so he was lying on top of me.
‘The drinks would be in the fridge,’ I joked.
‘No, I think we’re both staying here now.’ He pinned my shoulders to the bed and kissed me again, still lying on top of me. I reached, trying to grab his forearms, but he was strong.
‘Not quick enough,’ he smiled.
‘Not nearly,’ instead I reached my arms around the back of his head, pulling him close to me into a kiss. He returned it, fast and firm, parting my lips with his. Holding my face in his hands he kissed my neck, then my shoulder.
‘You have no idea how much I want you,’ he breathed heavily into my ear, ‘I’ve been thinking about this since the day I met you.’
The truth was I had been thinking about him as much as he had about me.
He cupped my breast through my dress, pinching my already taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His erection pressed into me. I remembered how it had felt in my hand, smooth and heavy.
‘I want all your clothes off, now,’ he said. I had no argument.
We both sat up in the bed so he could pull my dress over my head. In an impressive manoeuvre, he unclipped my bra with one hand and tossed it aside. He took a breast in each hand. He stopped, letting me pull his t-shirt over his chest. He was tight. Muscular and strong. No tattoos. How long had it been since I had seen a guy with no tattoos? Taut dusk nipples, and a scattering of hair under his belly button. He was perfect.
I couldn’t hold anything back any longer. I reached down, stroking his cock over the top of his pants. As quick as my fingers could work, I undid the top button of his pants, pushing them over his hips. I had him in my hands again, rock hard and ready. I started rubbing his cock up and down. He let out a gasp at the skin-on-skin sensation. I gripped tighter, and moved my hand a little faster.
He groaned in response. He reached down to my underwear, teasing me by running his fingers up and down the fabric. My building excitement had turned into a kind of ache that thumped deep in my core. I wanted nothing else but him inside me.
‘Please, Alex. I want you now,’ I said.
With both hands, he pushed my underwear down, and off over my feet. His urgency matching my own, he pushed my legs apart. He leant down, his tongue slipping inside of me. He paused, then moved with caution to lick my clitoris, back and forth with care. Each small move he made sent waves of pleasure up my body. I pushed my hips upwards in response, grinding my pussy into his face. He exhaled a low groan, letting me know how much he liked it. He increased his speed, lashing my clitoris with his tongue, then moved his fingers deep inside me. I closed my eyes, my body seemed to clench up and I knew I would come if he didn’t stop. I wanted to grab him and pull him on top of me, for him to plunge his cock into me, but my body was past listening to my mind. He stopped, looking up at me.
‘You taste amazing,’ he said between kisses.
‘Get up here,’ I said.
He sat up, kneeling between my legs. Pre-cum glistened on his cock-head. I wanted to lick it off, but he leant forward to lie on top of me, and started kissing me again.
‘Wait,’ he said, reaching over to the dresser for a condom, knocking over the lamp at the same time. In a moment he was on top of me again, our bodies pressed together.
Instinctively, I spread my legs. His cock nudged at my entrance.
‘I want you so badly, Emily. I want to make you all mine,’ his voice a low growl in my ear.
I pushed towards him with my hips, trying to direct him inside me.
‘You want it?’ he asked. ‘You want my cock in you?’
‘Yes,’ I said. By now, I was dying.
‘Then tell me,’ he said. I would have said anything.
‘Just do it, please fuck me,’ I said, my own voice barely recognisable.
Without reservation, he pushed himself into me, hard and fast. His cock pressed against the walls of my pussy, granting him room. At first, my muscles clenched against him, then slowly gave way. He moaned. He thrust again, faster this time, and started to build a careful rhythm. I felt full and so complete each time he pushed himself inside of me.
‘I want to you to come,’ he struggled to get the words out, ‘Come for me, come while I’m inside of you.’
He gained speed, pushing deeper and harder into me. I couldn’t bare it any longer. I give into the deep waves of pleasure that rippled across my body and let my climax swell within me. I felt myself tighten around him. I heard myself call his name as if I was in another place.
‘Oh God, yes,’ cried Alex, and I opened my eyes to see the same ecstasy across his face.
He let himself fall on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him, trembling from the aftershock of my orgasm. Both of us took long, ragged breaths, as the last waves of pleasure washed over our bodies.
‘Emily?’ Alex whispered.
Had I been asleep? We still lay in the bed, naked and entwined.
‘Hey,’ he said, ‘I going to order room service. Are you hungry?’
‘Um, okay,’ I said, ‘I going to get in the shower.’
‘Okay,’ he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
I untangled my body from his. The lights were still on in the room, they’d been on the whole time and I’d barely given it a thought until now. We’d both been so hurried, almost reckless.
The sex was off the chart. Turning on the hot water, I gave it some consideration. Was it the anticipation, the build up? Perhaps it was the sheer naughtiness of spending just one night with a man. Or was it just Alex that made me feel this way?
Drying myself off, I wondered if I should leave or stay the night. I honestly didn’t want to go home. Really, I would rather get right back into bed with Alex, be wrapped up in his arms and wake up next to him tomorrow. Plus, it was cold outside.
I wrapped a towel around me. Outside, I could hear the door to the room open and close.
‘It’s here,’ called Alex from the bedroom.
I came out, there was a platter of bread and dips, and a large bowl of chips.
‘Sorry, small menu,’ he apologised.
I looked at the clock on the wall, it was 2 am.
‘It’s great,’ I said.
‘In my country, when you take a woman on a date, you usually eat first and the sex comes after,’ he said.
‘It usually works like that here too,’ I said.
He shook his head. He’d left a cotton robe on the bed which I put on.
‘I think I got it backwards. Maybe I can take you out sometime?’
‘Don’t you have to leave soon?’
‘Not until Friday.’
I nodded.
‘I’ll take you on a proper date?’ he asked.
‘Sure,’ I said.
I wasn’t sure if I believed him. Maybe he was just saying it.
There was a small coffee table and a couple of arm chairs in the corner of the room where Alex had set the food. I sat down, curling my legs up underneath me. I was hungry. Come to think of it, I hadn’t even eaten dinner.
‘So, how did you end up in your job?’ he asked.
‘I liked sports in high school. A couple of teachers said I should be a physiotherapist and work with sportspeople,’ I replied.
‘But you don’t work with sportspeople.’
‘No, I never have much. A few, before I did my masters.’
‘You have two degrees?’
‘Well, I did my first degree because I didn’t know what else to do. But it seemed like I would have a good job at the end,’ I said. ‘I really liked anatomy and psychology. In my last year I found out I could keep going and do a masters. So I did. When I finished I got a job in neuro rehab straight away.’
‘That’s kind of impressive for someone who didn’t know what she wanted to do.’
‘You’re the world-class musician. If there’s someone here who’s impressive, I don’t think it’s me,’ I replied.
‘World class? Not really,’ he shrugged away my words. ‘I worked hard and met the right people at the right time. You know I went to over forty auditions, and got turned down every time?’
‘Wouldn’t that be pretty standard though, in music?’ I asked. ‘I mean, how many jobs do people apply for and not get?’
‘Not if you’re good!’
‘You are good, I’ve heard you!’ I insisted.
‘I was lucky I knew Luella from school. Lu has known John for years too. We’ve all been together a while now. But we will see how that goes,’ he waved his right fingers in the air.
‘You could be fine for a while yet.’ I said.
He shrugged, ‘I’m getting good at being left-handed.’ He picked up a piece of bread in his left hand and dipped it in hummus.
‘You ever play left handed?’ I asked.
‘Not well,’ he said. ‘How long until your trip?’ he asked, changing the subject.
‘Hmm, eleven weeks now. I need to give my notice at work.’
‘It seems a shame to give up your work,’ he said. ‘What if you went for a few months and came back?’
‘I need to do it now. I’ll regret it if I don’t. I already spend too much time thinking about the things I didn’t do. I don’t want to add another to the list.’
He nodded, looking thoughtful.
‘What would you do if tomorrow you couldn’t do your job and you had to find something new?’ he asked.
‘Teach something. The pay is good and there are lots of jobs,’ I said.
‘But what would you want to do?’
I thought about it. Often, my answer to a question was the most practical. Passion wasn’t something I considered. But that was just my nature.
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘A lot of my clients are kids, I would try and work with kids still. I like learning stuff. I like science. Maybe I would be one of those people who just go to uni forever.’
‘University?’
‘Maybe.’
He let out a small sigh, but I knew it wasn’t my career that he was concerned about. I reached out my hand to him. He squeezed my hand back in return.
‘You want to watch something on TV?’ he asked.
‘Not really,’ I replied.
‘Me either,’ he said.
The city was quiet with night. Alex lay asleep on the hotel bed, a white sheet twisted over his body. The room was lit blue by the moonlight. I sat by the window looking out to the streets below, my head pressed up against the cold glass. I should go to sleep. But if I did, I would have to set my alarm to get up for work. And then I’d have to wake up and leave, and this would be all over.
There was no harm in making the most of it. Spending time with him wasn’t going to hurt anyone. I had a good time and he seemed to as well. We could have a few hot nights together before he went. This could work, even if it was only for the rest of the week.
I sat on the edge of the bed. Alex was a quiet sleeper. He lay on his back, not moving.
Only partially covered, his chest was exposed. I wanted to touch it, run my hand over it, caress his stomach. I wanted to push the dark hair out of his face that fell across his eyes. I got into the bed next to him, he wrapped an arm around me. He murmured in his sleep. I slipped my hand down his chest and stomach.
‘Emily?’ he looked at me with half-closed eyes.
‘Shh,’ I instructed.
I took his cock in my hand, where it lay. I traced my fingertips up and down. With slight pressure, I moved my hand down the shaft, then over the head of his cock. His eyes stayed closed, but his cock sprung to attention.
‘What are you doing?’ he said.
‘Nothing,’ I whispered.
Replacing my fingers with my lounge, I licked the tip of his cock. I moved my tongue downwards, tracing up and down his length. His hips moved with a quiver. I pushed my mouth over his cock, as far as I could. I paused for a moment and he groaned in response, becoming completely hard in my mouth.
‘Dios Mio,’ he said, running his hands through my hair. ‘That’s not nothing.’
Moving my mouth up and down, he groaned again. I moved faster.
‘You’ve got to stop that, or you’ll make me come.’
I did stop, then pulled myself on top of him, so we were face to face.
‘Can a man not get any sleep around here?’ he said with a smile.
‘No,’ I replied, ‘Do you really want to sleep?’
I sat up, straddling him. I took his cock, still hard and tense and placed it against my entrance, then sat down, letting it push into me hard.
‘Oh, God,’ he exclaimed.
I started moving my hips up and down.
‘You’ve got to slow down or I’m going to come,’ he said.
‘I believe that’s the point,’ I said.
‘No,’ in a quick move he flipped me, so he was on top, ‘Fast sex is lousy sex.’
‘If you’re only trying to come you’ll never have a good time,’ he kissed me again. ‘If you forget about it, you’ll have your mind blown. I guarantee it.’
‘I don’t think about it,’ I argued.
‘Think about it even less then.’
‘What is this, sexy mindfulness?’
‘It’s just letting go. If you don’t let go sometimes you’ll go crazy. Even if you forget everything for a little while.’
‘When you have sex?’
‘Yes,’ he said, ‘Or dancing. Or a good book or movie.’
‘You dance?’
‘Of course,’ he said.
He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then chest. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he sucked it gently, then pressing it between his teeth. The mix of pleasure and pain was exquisite.
‘I’m not a patient woman,’ I joked.
‘Yes you are,’ he looked up at me and smiled. ‘And good sex is just honesty and patience.’
He kissed down my torso, brushing my ribs with his lips. He paused at my hips.
‘So what’s the honesty bit then?’ I asked.
‘Being able to say what you want. And knowing that whatever goes on between two people is okay, as long as the both of them are okay with it. It doesn’t matter what anyone else might think.’
He moved and kissed the opposite hip, then pushed my leg to one side, kissing up the inside of my thigh.
‘I’ve been with women who will never say what they want. They don’t even know what they want because they think sex is about a man. So be brave. Tell me what you like, as well as what you don’t. Trust me, it’s better for both of us when you do.’
‘So what is it you want?’ I asked.
‘That’s easy. Hearing you tell me how much you want me. Watching you come. Nothing will make me more crazy than that,’ he said.
‘Now you tell me,’ he said.
‘Right now?’
‘Yes.’
‘I just want you to go down on me. I can’t think about you doing anything else because I want that so much.’
He pushed himself up and whispered in my ear, ‘Fast or slow?’
‘Both,’ I laughed. ‘Alex?’
His answer was his hot mouth over my breast, then the wetness of his tongue slipping back down the length of my torso, exposing it to the cool air. Then came the gentle caress of his tongue at my entrance, on my clit, then gone again too soon. His mouth was back on my pussy, his tongue moving eagerly. Then I felt two fingers sliding in, his tongue back on my clitoris. He started moving his hands, in the way he already knew would make me climax.
He didn’t stop this time, and I knew the growing swell of heat inside me meant I was going to come soon. But I let the thought drift away, imagined it going up above both our heads. Instead, I kept my eyes closed. I tried to only think about the pleasure that existed within each moment. Alex stopped moving.
‘I love your face when you’re about to come,’ he said. But I could barely hear him, ‘But I don’t want you to yet.’
He sat upright and pulled me on top of him.
‘I need you to come while I’m inside you.’
I lowered myself on to him, he let out a gasp as his cock filled me up. It always felt so good, so full. I built a slow rhythm, rising and falling against him. My eyes were open now, but his were closed.
He groaned with pleasure as I moved up and down, I moved faster.
‘Don’t stop,’ he called.
I felt my pussy clench around his cock, he groaned, his whole body becoming tense.
‘Come,’ I whispered in his ear.
His fingers dug into the backs of my shoulder blades. He called out again saying something I couldn’t understand. Inside me, his cock quivered as he came.
I felt the tension leave his body. He let go of my shoulders and instead held me in his arms, pressing his head against my chest.
We fell down on the bed together. He lay beside me, holding me close to him.