Page 22 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

As she glides off of me, dragging her heat against, then away from me, I have this insane need to pull her over and push that sweet and soft mouth around my cock.

Fuck.I’m not supposed to be thinking those thoughts about my wife, though.

“C-can I do anything for you?” she whispers, still somewhat over me. No longer straddling me, but not lying down yet, either.

So badly, I want to answer. I want to tell her to make me feel better. To give me her body. I want her lithe frame and big breasts bouncing for me. God, how I want it. But I’m not supposed to.

I shake my head. My dick throbs, and she swallows heavily.

Lying down beside me, she rolls over, her face no longer in view of mine. And that’s good. I need that. I just need someone beside me to sleep, nothing more. After tonight, I won’t be caught dead in her room. Ever again.

It’s still dark when I wake. But after years of night missions and working abroad, my sleep has never returned to fully functional. Spending the entirety of yesterday asleepandmost of the night, my body has had enough.

It takes a couple of minutes for my eyes to adjust, but eventually, I see the covers pulled down to our waists and Emma’s shirt riding up to just below the swell of her breasts.

Fuck me.

The swath of creamy skin, the neatly trimmed strip of hair peeking out from the sheet. She’s unknowingly luring me to bury myself in her and never look back.

Fuck, it was only two days ago I planned on dying. Why should I deny myself any final pleasures?

Jess.

Yeah, but somehow, I don’t doubt Jess will get her kicks off without me. And more than likely, it’ll be with Damian, the manI thought was my best friend. Still probably is. It’s just different now. Because he had her first.

No one hadhadEmma, though. No one I knew, at least, and a desire so insatiable rose within me to have this one thing that seemed to like me. Seems to want to makemefeel better. Wants to behere. And the thawing in my chest tells me I want her to be here, too. To make me feel better.

I reach down, feeling the engorged rod between my legs begging for attention. I look at Emma, sleeping with a hand in her hair. The ringlets of blonde curls are splayed out behind her, and I stroke myself once — a tease.

Emma shifts at the motion.

I stroke again, tempting fate.

And she rolls towards me. Flickering eyes find mine immediately, then startle when she realizes she’s placed a hand right against her bare cunt, holding it there tightly. Without an ounce of shame, though, she slides the hand out from between her thighs and places it on my bare chest.

“Do you need something?” she whispers into the dark, her words heavy.

This time, I nod.

And we reach for each other at the same time. It’s not fast, just a slow gravitational pull towards each other. My mouth finds her neck, her leg slips up to drape over my hip, her hands find my hair and then play behind my ear while my beard rubs against her chest.

Slipping a hand between us, her fingers trail up and down my rigid length.

“Alexander,” she says on a soft exhale as her hips grind closer, slowly seeking friction.

“Say it again, Emma,” I say back into her neck as she does this thing with her fingers, flicking against the sensitive,throbbing head, making me shudder.What the fuck is she doing to me?

“Alexander,” she says one more time. “Let me do something just for you…”

I pull away from her slightly. “You’ll regret it otherwise,” she says, placing a hand on my chest and pushing. Something in the back of my mind says I won’t, though, and I shake my head.

“You will,” soft as sin, her voice. “Let me just…take care of you.” Fuck.I wish she would. I wish she’d fuck me.The thought is confusing.

“Stand up,” she commands, still using the soft voice.

So I do, and she follows, bringing my briefs to the floor as she moves to kneel before me, then peeling off her own shirt.

Her breasts bouncing as she settles on her knees in front of me has me feeling like a teenager who’s never been touched. Every inch of me seems to feel the heat of anticipation.