Page 52 of Alexander: Alexander's Story

Well, it’s going to be me tonight. And tomorrow. And the night after that.

I rip off my sweatshirt and tee but leave my jeans.

Putting my other knee on the bed, and with one hand at her waist, I push her further back on the mattress. Her breasts bounce, and my cock mimics the motion.

Ten months of marriage, and I still haven’t had my mouth on those lips. I haven’t felt inside her, haven’t claimed her. But I will.

There’s this primal need flaring inside me, and all I want is to mark her. I want the world to look at her and know she’s mine. How? How would I do it?You know how.The small voice says, tempting me. I’m a fucking monster, but I’m not sure I can do that to her. Especially when she might finally be opening back up to me.

I know I can’t. But, fuck, why do I wantthatso bad?

I push her thighs apart, spreading her wide, and she fists the sheets. Coming down between her, I run my nose between her legs, up one side and down the other, mapping her. Watching her clench as I get closer until my mouth is placing a gentle kiss.

For as soft and quiet and gentle as Emma is, I already know she’ll be able to take whatever I throw at her. I start slow, though. A lick here, a peck there, a nudge inside. She’s so fucking sweet. Everything about her is sweet and soft, but this especially.Fucking nectar.I want to savor it, make it last. For her, but also for me.

But she’s writhing for more. She wants pressure; she wants it hard, and my body recognizes that. So when I finally suck her clit in, my hips thrust against the bed, begging for friction, too.

When she grips my head, her fingernails digging into my scalp, I thrust, feeling the rough denim drag against my cock.

I moan when she pants. She screams when I bite down. She bucks, and I thrust. Holding on tight to her hips and ass, she grinds as I grind.

“I love you,” I say as I suck her in and hump against nothing.

When she screams out, “Alexander!” bucking and writhing against my face, I lose it hearing her say my name, my whole body on fire for her. Thrusting down and against the mattress, the ropes of cum leave my body sticking against my briefs.

So sucking and biting more, I send her into another orgasm. This time, she wraps her thighs around my head, and I keep grinding down against the bed to get every last drop of cum released. Hers and mine both.

She trembles when I finally release her, her arms falling back against the mattress in defeat.

“Come home, baby,” I whisper to her as I massage her hips and legs where I might have left bruises.

With big eyes and pink cheeks, she nods. And I smile.

“Good. Get dressed.”

Emma

His hands on me are a weakness I can’t overcome.

So when he says,‘Come home, baby,’I realize him calling me baby is my undoing. I don’t want to refuse. So I don’t.

“Good. Get dressed.”

“Wait, what?” I ask as he stands up, grabbing my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed. “You don’t want…” I motion down to his groin, confused about how the hottest oral sex of my life could leave him not wanting anything in return.

He adjusts himself slightly and chuckles. “I’m taken care of.” Then he blushes.Did he?Like a virginal teenager?

“Didyou…?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Yeah, I did, baby. Don’t make it weird.” Oh god, never.And baby?Again? I’ve never loved the sound of anything more.

“No, no! It’s not that, it’s-holy shit, Alex.” I reach for him to come to me, and he does. Stooping down to hover over my naked body, I slide my arms around his neck. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” Good lord, I want him so bad. The affection I have towards him surges.

He kisses me, then demands again, “Get dressed.” I make a fake pouting face, and he leaves me to use the bathroom.

I slowly roll off the bed, my limbs languid and lazy.

“Where are we going?” I call out to him. It’s not exactly late, but it is nine o’clock already.