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climax
that motivated Alex, it was the need to express something. Exactly what that
was, I was unable to say.
Sliding my feet up toward my buttocks, I felt the large head
of his shaft bump my cervix. “Ugh, so big,” I mumbled into his mouth, our
tongues separated momentarily.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, lifting his face and pulling his
hips back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I assured him, with eyes that tried to focus on him,
but found it difficult to fix on anything. “No,” I repeated, smiling.
He still looked concerned, his brow knitted slightly.
Chuckling, I lifted my hands to his face and took it in both
hands. “I love it when you’re deep inside me,” I told him softly, the fingers
of my right hand smoothing over his cheek and curling around the back of his
head. Tugging him down to me, I kissed him, sucking his lower lip into my
mouth. Slowly releasing it, I grinned at him. “I love your big, hard cock
filling me,” I added, in a sultry whisper, surprising myself that I could use
the word ‘cock’ and not blush. In fact, I was surprised I could use the word
‘cock’ at all.
He seemed a little taken aback by it, too. However, he was
apparently too turned on by it to dwell over it for any length of time. His
lower half burst into motion once again, impaling me with the firm, strong
stokes that made me want to scream with ecstasy though I bit down on my lip,
concerned that people in the next room would hear.
“Say it again,” he panted, his eyes staring down at me as
his upper half hovered above, undulated back and forth.
“Ugh,” I moaned, tilting my hips to achieve more pressure on
my clitoris. “Alex,” I whimpered. “I love your cock,” I cried, the quakes of
climax causing me to lose control of my limbs.
“Ugh, yeah,” he growled, slamming into me with renewed
vigor. “Mel,” he panted, his entire body turning rigid. “I love…” he groaned.
“I love…” Hips jerking uncontrollably, he released his orgasm into me. “I love
you,” he whispered, his face flopping forward until his forehead was resting on
mine.
It was several moments before I released what he’d said and,
even then, I couldn’t be sure whether he’d meant it or had intended to say
something else. By the time, I plucked up the courage to ask him, he was easing
himself off me and suggesting that we go out to eat. By that point, it seemed
the opportune moment to mention it had passed. Besides, if he hadn’t meant it
or I’d misheard him, I was happier not knowing.
That afternoon, Alex took me to lunch at a small bistro just
around the corner from the hotel. We sat outside, sipping on large glasses of
fruity red wine. He tugged his chair close to mine so that his thick thigh was
brushing against my leg. We chatted, unable to stop smiling at each other and,
I think, both a little drunk on post-orgasmic euphoria.
“Still worried that I don’t respect you?” he asked, the
fingers of his right hand lifting to my face and sweeping the loose hair away
from my cheek.
“I guess not,” I replied, mirroring the lazy smile I found
gazing at me. “But…” I added thoughtfully.
“Mel,” he responded as if sensing the cause of my hesitancy.
“I don’t want people that we work with to think that this is just some fling…or
worse,” he muttered the last two words, no doubt thinking of what Nathan had
said earlier in the week. “Because you mean so much more to me than that. And I
really don’t want to sneak around as if we’re doing something wrong. So, I
promise, we will work something out.”
“I don’t care what other people think,” I assured him,
reaching under the table and stroking his muscular thigh with my hand. “As long
as I know what you think, that’s all that matters.”
“Right,” he agreed, grinning. “And I think-”
A shrill voice cut through our private, peaceful moment.
“Alex?”
Tearing his eyes from me, his head followed the call of his
name and landed on
that motivated Alex, it was the need to express something. Exactly what that
was, I was unable to say.
Sliding my feet up toward my buttocks, I felt the large head
of his shaft bump my cervix. “Ugh, so big,” I mumbled into his mouth, our
tongues separated momentarily.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, lifting his face and pulling his
hips back. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I assured him, with eyes that tried to focus on him,
but found it difficult to fix on anything. “No,” I repeated, smiling.
He still looked concerned, his brow knitted slightly.
Chuckling, I lifted my hands to his face and took it in both
hands. “I love it when you’re deep inside me,” I told him softly, the fingers
of my right hand smoothing over his cheek and curling around the back of his
head. Tugging him down to me, I kissed him, sucking his lower lip into my
mouth. Slowly releasing it, I grinned at him. “I love your big, hard cock
filling me,” I added, in a sultry whisper, surprising myself that I could use
the word ‘cock’ and not blush. In fact, I was surprised I could use the word
‘cock’ at all.
He seemed a little taken aback by it, too. However, he was
apparently too turned on by it to dwell over it for any length of time. His
lower half burst into motion once again, impaling me with the firm, strong
stokes that made me want to scream with ecstasy though I bit down on my lip,
concerned that people in the next room would hear.
“Say it again,” he panted, his eyes staring down at me as
his upper half hovered above, undulated back and forth.
“Ugh,” I moaned, tilting my hips to achieve more pressure on
my clitoris. “Alex,” I whimpered. “I love your cock,” I cried, the quakes of
climax causing me to lose control of my limbs.
“Ugh, yeah,” he growled, slamming into me with renewed
vigor. “Mel,” he panted, his entire body turning rigid. “I love…” he groaned.
“I love…” Hips jerking uncontrollably, he released his orgasm into me. “I love
you,” he whispered, his face flopping forward until his forehead was resting on
mine.
It was several moments before I released what he’d said and,
even then, I couldn’t be sure whether he’d meant it or had intended to say
something else. By the time, I plucked up the courage to ask him, he was easing
himself off me and suggesting that we go out to eat. By that point, it seemed
the opportune moment to mention it had passed. Besides, if he hadn’t meant it
or I’d misheard him, I was happier not knowing.
That afternoon, Alex took me to lunch at a small bistro just
around the corner from the hotel. We sat outside, sipping on large glasses of
fruity red wine. He tugged his chair close to mine so that his thick thigh was
brushing against my leg. We chatted, unable to stop smiling at each other and,
I think, both a little drunk on post-orgasmic euphoria.
“Still worried that I don’t respect you?” he asked, the
fingers of his right hand lifting to my face and sweeping the loose hair away
from my cheek.
“I guess not,” I replied, mirroring the lazy smile I found
gazing at me. “But…” I added thoughtfully.
“Mel,” he responded as if sensing the cause of my hesitancy.
“I don’t want people that we work with to think that this is just some fling…or
worse,” he muttered the last two words, no doubt thinking of what Nathan had
said earlier in the week. “Because you mean so much more to me than that. And I
really don’t want to sneak around as if we’re doing something wrong. So, I
promise, we will work something out.”
“I don’t care what other people think,” I assured him,
reaching under the table and stroking his muscular thigh with my hand. “As long
as I know what you think, that’s all that matters.”
“Right,” he agreed, grinning. “And I think-”
A shrill voice cut through our private, peaceful moment.
“Alex?”
Tearing his eyes from me, his head followed the call of his
name and landed on
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