to her than ever before.
Her voice is hoarse. ‘Please, now Jeremy, release me.’ Finally her words concur with her body’s desires.
‘I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.’ And she gives herself over to her body and to me, exploding in ecstasy as I ignite her clitoris with forceful suction that coincides with my twisting and releasing of her nipples and she screams uncontrollably. I suck up her juices as quickly as they are expelled in the spasms contracting every muscle within her sex.
She is riding uncontrollable waves, they are picking her up and taking her away from the pain and heartache of the real world and I want to give her more, more of this freedom: knowing she can’t deny me access, knowing she won’t say no, knowing she won’t run from me and knowing that we need this more than anything, this physical closeness, this union, our togetherness. I need her to feel raw and pleasured, need her to release herself to me so she understands this is how we are meant to be … never apart, never separated.
I drop my jocks and take her. She is wet and contracting around me. I fasten my mouth over hers so she can taste her own pleasure and consume her from above and below, catching her cries and spilling my own tears on her face. I blanket her body with mine as she spasms with a joy she has no control over, no say in, no choice but to lay beneath me and accept. Passion trembles through her muscles rendering her mindutterly numb, just as she wanted. She is overcome, incapable of words; the only thing left is her shuddering from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms — for the short term at least.
The passion between us has only intensified over the years, as if our absence from each other served to escalate our sexual urges and lovemaking. Now more than ever, I cannot get enough of the woman I love. If only she granted me the same access to her mind, we could work through this together rather than be at loggerheads with one another.
I pull up my pants then reluctantly draw hers up as well. I release her wrists and snuggle her limp body into mine on the lounge, enjoying the silence and closeness I sense I’ll be granted for a while longer. I can’t help but ponder in the back of my mind how she is going to respond to Leo’s plan. How she reacts remains to be seen and, knowing Alexa as I do, may well be completely beyond the power of any of us to control, even given our best intentions.
Alexa
I curl into Jeremy’s warmth, unable to think or move as he wraps his arms around me. His body feels wonderful against my skin, as does the sun shining down on us from above. How does he do this to me? He sends me to a place I never knew existed before him, or maybe it’s a place that only exists between us, though I doubt that. It’s as if we’re at one with the gods, with the universe, where there is no beginning or end, no pain, no guilt, just complete freedom. Our lovemaking is intense; it overwhelms me and lingers with me long after the actual event. Our bodies combine in the sheer joy and pleasure of each other. It’s as if I’m a magnet unable to prevent myself from being drawn into his sphere. He becomes my world, both physically and metaphorically and overtakes my being. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he takes me further and higher. I know that any energy I haveto fight the man I love, to go against his wishes and his will, is fading fast, particularly as I want what he wants for me. I know he can’t bear to lose me just as I couldn’t bear to lose him, which is what makes this so difficult. Our love is literally tearing us in different directions.
I know that his actions, even more than his words, are screaming at me to listen to him, to acknowledge his love and commitment to me. It’s becoming impossible to fight and it’s a fight I don’t want to have in the first place. I don’t want to return to Xsade, not one part of me wants to engage with that woman ever again. Though my
Her voice is hoarse. ‘Please, now Jeremy, release me.’ Finally her words concur with her body’s desires.
‘I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.’ And she gives herself over to her body and to me, exploding in ecstasy as I ignite her clitoris with forceful suction that coincides with my twisting and releasing of her nipples and she screams uncontrollably. I suck up her juices as quickly as they are expelled in the spasms contracting every muscle within her sex.
She is riding uncontrollable waves, they are picking her up and taking her away from the pain and heartache of the real world and I want to give her more, more of this freedom: knowing she can’t deny me access, knowing she won’t say no, knowing she won’t run from me and knowing that we need this more than anything, this physical closeness, this union, our togetherness. I need her to feel raw and pleasured, need her to release herself to me so she understands this is how we are meant to be … never apart, never separated.
I drop my jocks and take her. She is wet and contracting around me. I fasten my mouth over hers so she can taste her own pleasure and consume her from above and below, catching her cries and spilling my own tears on her face. I blanket her body with mine as she spasms with a joy she has no control over, no say in, no choice but to lay beneath me and accept. Passion trembles through her muscles rendering her mindutterly numb, just as she wanted. She is overcome, incapable of words; the only thing left is her shuddering from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms — for the short term at least.
The passion between us has only intensified over the years, as if our absence from each other served to escalate our sexual urges and lovemaking. Now more than ever, I cannot get enough of the woman I love. If only she granted me the same access to her mind, we could work through this together rather than be at loggerheads with one another.
I pull up my pants then reluctantly draw hers up as well. I release her wrists and snuggle her limp body into mine on the lounge, enjoying the silence and closeness I sense I’ll be granted for a while longer. I can’t help but ponder in the back of my mind how she is going to respond to Leo’s plan. How she reacts remains to be seen and, knowing Alexa as I do, may well be completely beyond the power of any of us to control, even given our best intentions.
Alexa
I curl into Jeremy’s warmth, unable to think or move as he wraps his arms around me. His body feels wonderful against my skin, as does the sun shining down on us from above. How does he do this to me? He sends me to a place I never knew existed before him, or maybe it’s a place that only exists between us, though I doubt that. It’s as if we’re at one with the gods, with the universe, where there is no beginning or end, no pain, no guilt, just complete freedom. Our lovemaking is intense; it overwhelms me and lingers with me long after the actual event. Our bodies combine in the sheer joy and pleasure of each other. It’s as if I’m a magnet unable to prevent myself from being drawn into his sphere. He becomes my world, both physically and metaphorically and overtakes my being. Just when I think I can’t take any more, he takes me further and higher. I know that any energy I haveto fight the man I love, to go against his wishes and his will, is fading fast, particularly as I want what he wants for me. I know he can’t bear to lose me just as I couldn’t bear to lose him, which is what makes this so difficult. Our love is literally tearing us in different directions.
I know that his actions, even more than his words, are screaming at me to listen to him, to acknowledge his love and commitment to me. It’s becoming impossible to fight and it’s a fight I don’t want to have in the first place. I don’t want to return to Xsade, not one part of me wants to engage with that woman ever again. Though my
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