I don't remember what happened and how things changed, but I find myself on my bed under Alex's muscles.
He seems angry and excited at the same time, so I indulge in his movements without stopping him, but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to move his monstrous body from my small one.
"Do you feel neglected?" - he says in a very low tone, while leaving a trail of damp on my shoulder, but I don't find the courage to answer and it takes me a long time to really understand what he sais, so I just hide my face under his arms.
He straddles my waist, making me feel a weight on my lower abdomen, but I refrain from moaning and watch him take off his sweatshirt with enthusiasm, a gesture that leaves me very perplexed, because I wanted to do it myself.
He leans forward, so I take this opportunity to put my hands around his neck:
"Then ... tonight I will make you understand what you are for me. »- he whispers next to my ear, and then sinks his teeth into my neck suddenly and with a kind of amazing violence that I tilt my head involuntarily, giving him more space, then blow through his hair as his pelvis pushes against mine and his shoulders contract over my body.
The room fills with the sound of his kisses as he drops his mouth to my chest.
"Get up. »- he forces me with a threatening voice, and I don't think twice before helping him to take off my shirt soon after.
But he doesn't stop and unhooks my bra without advicing me, so when I realize it, I blush strongly and avoid watching him on his eyes.
I've lost the count of how many times he's seen me naked, but every single time I feel like it's the first time I've been naked under his hungry gaze.
His tufts surround my breasts, while his slightly pronounced beard pushes against my skin.
A moan escapes from my lips as Alex wraps his teeth around my nipple, then I sink my head into the pillow and bite my lower lip.
His tongue continues to wet every single millimeter of my skin until it reaches my jeans.
He raises his head slightly, looking me in the eye.
It almost seems like he wants to ask for permission, but suddenly I want to do something for him, so I don't let him continue.
I lift my back to reach his lips and bring my hands on his bare arms, making him stiffen, and then drag him to lie down on the bed, but this time it is me that straddles him ...
I feel him sigh on my mouth as I drag my fingers over his abs.
I search for his belt, trying to take it off: after several attempts, I snort in frustration, then I detach myself from his lips and roll my eyes.
I bring both hands to his belt and, maybe I seem so ridiculous right now that Alex shows those deep dimples, laughing.
"You're so tender, babe. »- he throws his head back, without losing eye contact with my eyes and waiting for me to finish.
"I've told you not to wear belts! »- I finally succeed in my intent, so he helps me to lower his pants, slightly raising my pelvis upwards.
He takes on a mischievous expression, but I avoid him, reaching for his neck and placing my mouth on it to feel the taste of his skin.
My nostrils fill with his perfume and that forces me to close my eyes and take a deep breath: I would do it for hours, but I've already made enough shit scenarios with Alex, I don't want to look weirder than I have already appeared.
I trace his muscles slowly with my lips, feeling them contract at my touch.
I reach the triangle above the black boxers, feeling his intimacy push against my chest: his hands reach my head, holding my hair in his fingers.
"What happened? »- I sigh, whispering and raising my head at his gesture.
"I want to see you. »- he explaines after few seconds making me blush strongly, so I lower my head not to be seen: I observe his erection filling his boxers, then I put two fingers on the hem of his underwear to take them off.
He remains naked before my eyes and God knows how much I missed all of this!
How I missed his warm skin, savoring him, hearing his choked voice, knowing it's all thanks to me and to my simple kisses, that Alex moans thanks to me.
Before coming, he squeezes my shoulders to position me again under his body, reversing the situation: he kisses me passionately, as if it were the first time in a long time, and then brings my underwear down to my knees.
Each of his moves makes my knees tremble and forces me to flex my legs for pleasure.
I surround his pelvis as he pushes inside me.
Spontaneously my hands end up on his back beaded lightly with sweat, then go up the back of her neck and reach his hair.
I squeeze them in my fingers, encouraging him to be faster and more decisive.
He traps my mouth with his again, making me shut up with his tongue intertwining with mine, leaving me breathless.
He moves away from me, making me feel a sense of emptiness, but he pleases me with a kiss on the forehead:
"Well done, princess." - he whispers against my hair, which makes me smile and close my eyes.
I get rid of my underwear, pulling them off completely, while Alex waits for me to cover both of our bodies with the blanket.
He stretches an arm on my pillow, then I lean my head on it, clinging to his body.
"I love you to death, Alex."- it comes spontaneously out of my mouth, while he just squeezes me against his chest.
I lay a gentle kiss on it and I can imagine him smile right now:
«Er ... who told you that ... that I felt neglected?"-I have the courage to say after few seconds, while I pass my tongue between my lips, finding also the courage to look him in the eye, but he just watches me without saying anything, thinking about I don't know what.
"Juliet? »-I insist, but he continues to stare at me from above, bringing his index finger to my nose.
"You won't get rid of me." - he avoids my question, again, with a serious grimace on his face, while I would really want to know what's going on in his head.
"I don't want to get rid of you. »-I hurry to explain sincerely-" You're the one that wants ... "- I begin to share with him my feelings, but he interrupts me with a severe tone:
"Shut up."-he threatens me, leaving me with a stupid smile on my face.
***
«Mom, stop it! »-I warn her as soon as she starts bothering me again with her theories on the phone.
Sometimes I feel guilty for not being able to call my parents so often, but when I do and my mom starts talking, I stop feeling guilty.
"Excuse me, Clara, but I'm your mother.
You have lived with Alex for centuries! It's a serious relationship now, isn't it ?! "
I nod, as if she could see me and then add:
"Sure, otherwise I wouldn't have come here with him. "
"And why don't you get married, then ?! »-she insists again.
"Mom?! - I take her back to make her understand she's exaggerating, but she seems obsessed with it:
"What! ? Give me a reason why you shouldn't? Don't tell me you're too young, otherwise I'll shut the phone in your face!" - she says, but it would not be bad as a consequence.
Come on, Clara, squeeze the neurons! Think of something! Come on!
After several attempts I give up.
Why does my mother always have to be right?
"I just want to be with him, nothing else. And don't keep insisting , please! "
I made my mom think that Alex doesn't want a wedding, but we never really talked about it.
Also because I'm not really ready for all that mess: I prefer my monotonous days. I guess.
Besides I can't even imagine Alex in a suit and tie, even at Tiara and Josh's wedding he wore a plain sweatshirt.
It was his sister's wedding and I couldn't convince him either.
I hear my mother stop talking on the other side of the phone , so I take this opportunity to end the call.
I finish curling my hair, after being burned several times, to then fix the shirt and leave the room quickly, finding Alex's daughter in the living room.
"I'll take you to school. »- I tell Julie with an enthusiastic tone, but she interrupts me:
"There's no need. »-she hurries to say so I throw a dirty look at her.
"I didn't ask you! »-I take her back with a severe expression on my face.
I haven't forgotten about last night, even though Alex has ... momentarily distracted me.
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