Staring out of her window, Alice found herself imaging the thoughts and conversations of the passerby's beneath her window sill. Marching in directions that intertwined and varied in demeanor and composure, the world below her was a mixture of chaos and order unified by the purpose of direction. Every person seemed determined, focused, driven towards a destination and purpose that necessitated their presence.
'I wonder when I will know that kind of peace,' she thought to herself, drawing the cord on her robe tighter and bundling her shoulders as the cool window seeped through the window. Twisting the rod, she turned the shades obstructing the views of below and allowing only for the light of above to shine into her room.
Turning back towards her disheveled bed, Alice let her thoughts wander once again. Staring at the cast shadows upon her floor, she pondered what she was going to accomplish that morning. It had been only a few days since she had last seen her love but the whirlwind romance left her mind, heart, and body yearning for his touch and his feel. Walking over to the corner, she picked up one his t-shirts and brought it to her face. Smelling it brought her comfort and peace of mind – it was as though he was in spirit. All his strengths and qualities came rushing in with the mix of memories of times past over the past few weeks. The dates, the cuddling, the walks, the dinners, the surprise visits at work, flowers – always flowers with little notes saying things like:
'I'm with you'; or
'Your smile makes these flowers bloom'.
Cheesy? Yes. But damn if they did not melt her heart with their sincerity.
Falling into her bed, she grabbed her phone and flipped through the recent messages.
'I will be back soon, babe. Going to be offline for the next few day. Miss You.'
'Cannot wait to get back and hold you again, I miss waking up beside you.'
'Bored from my meetings and yearning to taste the salt of your skin.'
It was hard to say where this relationship was heading for certain but to Alice, at this point, she felt that he was most certainly one of the few men she had met in her life that she would gladly face the end of days alongside. He was kind, caring, and quite attentive – both in and out the bedroom.
'Probably the benefit of coming from a family of women,' she thought and softly chuckled.
Flipping through her phone's images, she let her arm drape lazily over her head as she held her phone above her head. Lost in the imagery of their couple pics and random one-shots, she found herself staring at the risqué images they had recently shared with one another. Being on the road had its drawbacks but determined to make it work and driven by their mutual desires, sexting had become something of a common occurrence during his time away. She loved his masculine build and form, each image reminded her of the times her hands, lips, and body had caressed , kissed, and pressed against his taut skin.
Her hands slowly began to dance between the folds her robe, as she let the material drift from her bare skin exposing her to the surrounding air of her warming room. Tracing her finger tips over her stomach and sides, she casually teased her curves and breasts, feeling her body slowly tingle from the familiar feel of attention. Closing her eyes, his image was burned into her mind as she slowly let her thoughts begin to wander...
'If only he was here now,' she thought...
Alice smelled him before, she was able to open her eyes.
'Shh...be still my love,' he said as he pressed his fingers to her lips. His fingers dropped down her chin and his hand cupped her face, tilting her head towards the direction of his voice.
'Let me show you how much I have missed you,' he softly spoke. She could feel his lips press against hers, kissing her deeply as their tongues playfully caressed and his teeth coyly pulled on her lower lip as she felt his mouth pull away. His taste was fresh in mouth, impeccable as always like a youth who knows he is about to kiss on a first date – minty and freshly brushed. The cooling sensation and burst of flavor invigorated her lethargic state matching her rising hormones and pulse.
'I see, you are still waking up. Let's see if I can help convince you to stay in bed.'
She could feel his mouth begin to wander over her neck, kissing it, pressing his tongue against her soft skin, gently mouthing and nipping at her flesh as her nipples began to harden and become firm, features his hands quickly turned their attention towards. Pinching her nipple, Alice let slip a moan as he pulled on the sensitive skin and pulled on it, massaging her breast with the palm of his hand.
His other hand moved over her shoulders, tracing her outline up towards her hand, guiding it above head and wrapping around her wrist. Pinning it the mattress, Alice's body pivoted from the fixed point, slowly begin to involuntarily gyrate from his much appreciated and welcome advances. She felt her hips rise and press the air, as she felt his body straddle her own.
Resting upon her legs, he continued to tease her nipples while running his tongue down her neck, over her collar bone, and towards the top of her chest. Lapping her warming body with his wet tongue, she felt his rough tongue sliding lower and lower as he approached her breasts. With a release of her hand, which she did not move from its position, she could now feel him running it up and down the sides of her spread legs. Goosebumps began to erupt from the soft touch of her love, as his hands ran over her body like a constricting and winding snake; curving inwards and upwards towards the source of her aching desires.
'Mm mm...yessss...,' she moaned, acquiescing to his touch. Her hips were now instinctively rubbing against his body and she could feel his firm package pressing back upon her body. Her thoughts raced to all of her earlier encounters with him, the joy she had felt from his endowment and girth, the depth of pleasure he had provided. She wanted to feel that again, she wanted to feel him inside of her now, to be a part of him...with him.
As she lay upon the mattress, the material beneath sliding up and bunching from the joyful movement above, her free hand grappled for the sheets, bunching the silken material between her hands, she squeezed it and pull upon it as though struggling for firm placement – but she was not going anywhere, nor did she want to.
His hand upon her warming mound, she again let out a groan. Writhing with anticipation, she felt herself pressing back against his digits, as he slid his fingers between her wet lips and pressed. With a louder groan, Alice bit her lip as she felt his fingers slide into her body, penetrating her softness and coating themselves with her flowing wetness. With the skills of a Broadway dancer, his fingers flicked and fluttered within her pussy, orchestrating her body and sensations that made her shiver and shake with sheer delight.
Alice arched her back from the onslaught of pleasure only to feel his mouth readily sucking upon her firm nipples causing her to drop her hand and grab the back of his head as he tasted her breasts like a child nursing from its mother.
'Please...don't stop...God...don't stop...,' she uttered.
His thumb rubbed her clit in slow and deliberate circles, perfect syncopation with his melodic finger movements, as Alice closed her eyes tighter.
'M mm...please...please...just...,' she groaned.
She felt his fingers withdraw from her, momentarily removing her from her trance but only to be pulled right back into it, as she felt them pressed upon her lips and into her mouth. Tasting her own sweet juices, she licked his fingers, and sucked on them, swallowing herself while caressing his faceless fingers in an effort to reciprocate the intensity his touch alone generated.
'I'm going to fuck you like it is the last time...you will never forget me,' he whispered into her ear.
Her heart racing, Alice felt her body being flipped, rolled, and pulled up by her hips. She heard the pillows being grasped and yanked from the head of the bed and felt them being slid under hips, tilting her body so her ass was raised from the mattress and her face was pressed into the material. Her arms stretched out in front of her were once again grasped and pulled behind her, bent and placed upon the small of her back, pinned by his grip. Her hair was pulled straight back by his other hand, gently yanking her face upwards as felt her legs being spread apart by his own. The anticipation of what was to come next, the memories of sex gone past, made her pussy throb in delight and excitement.
Gasping she felt him enter her, his hard cock slamming deep into her wet slit as she let out yet another series of involuntary moans and groans. She could feel his head burrowing itself into her moist channel, his shaft stretching her tight wet walls, and his balls slamming against her body as he pressed himself deep within her with a powerful thrust.
Filling her completely, she felt his grip tighten upon her wrists and his pull on her hair strengthen as he began to pump in and out of her...in and out...in and out...harder and harder...faster and quicker.
Her moans began to become more frequent, louder, and more forceful in intensity much like his thrusts into her aching hole. She heard his breathing becoming more intense, more labored, as she felt him slamming into her over and over. Her eyes remained shut as she felt the sensations overtaking her body, the shudders and the shakes spreading from her throbbing sexual core spreading to her legs, her arms, and her chest.
She could feel her hands and feet tingling, her legs were beginning to quiver, her nipples electrified, as he unleashed an onslaught of perpetual thrusts and pumps from his powerful hips and firm cock. The sound of wet flesh striking against wet flesh, the smell of sweat and musk, the rubbing of her skin on the smooth sheets as her body was pulled and pushed upwards and forwards, over and over.
Her breathing labored, her pulse racing, her body arching back into his, as he pulled her hair harder, pulling in perfect timing to his pumps, making her body feel every inch, every pulsation of his cock within her; filling her body and mind with a flurry of sensations, feelings, and thoughts that can only be described as a mixture of bright colors and sharp crisp sensations. He was using her body like it was his to own, she was feeling his touch as though it was a part of her. For that brief time, the world outside of their joined bodies ceased to exist. There was only her. There was only him.
'I...please...fuckkkk...I am...cummmmm...don't...fucckkkk,' she cried out, her thoughts and words blending together in an incoherent mix.
She could feel her body building, approaching its desired destination, the burning erupting from her pussy and spreading throughout body enveloping her in a cascade of overpowering climax and release. Her face tingled, her body spasmed, shaking, contorting, squeezing. Feeling his powerful shaft fucking her willingly body over and over, as she let the waves of delight crash over and over her – drowning her lust in a sea of pure satisfaction.
Her wetness dripping down her legs, her pussy massaging and milking his hard cock, she felt every twitch and movement in his body, she could simply...feel him.
And with that, she simply smiled as the sun fell upon her exposed body. Warming her, comforting her, covering her just like the thoughts and acts of her Lover.
END.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yet another writing drill inspired by some imagery I stumbled upon. I am still fleshing out the 'Alice' character and not sure how I will incorporate her into a novella, but since this one kinda flowed, I will probably keep exploring ideas with her in the future.
As usual, I thrive on feedback and commentary so if you liked it, please drop me a line. Conversely if elements did not sit well with you or were distracting, please please please, let me know so I can avoid them in the future. I am working on a few short stories and novellas, so any all comments from varying folks really helps me find my phrasing and overall 'voice.'
