Alpha – Chapter 3

Some kind of lunacy

Lisa

We were in bed and time had stopped being of any importance. I didn’t even know when I had first stepped into this man’s apartment and now I cared even less. All I wanted was this night to continue, and it wasn’t just because Michael was taking me to heights I had never experienced before. What had I been missing?

I also should have known better. I should have understood how this night would pan out when he had gone down on me on that kitchen counter, eating me out like an expert, forcing so much pleasure out of my body that I had started to see double. Or when he had picked me up and taken me to his bedroom in a domineering manner that had almost melted me. Or when I had first touched him – thinking that I truly hoped he knew how to use all that stuff down there the same way he had been able to use his mouth on me.

Well, he sure did what he was doing.

He took his sweet time before fucking me, too, as if he wasn’t in a hurry at all – to the point that what we were doing almost didn’t even feel like a one-night-stand anymore. But it was, and I had to always remember that. Even though I was already catching myself liking the way his body felt on top of mine, his scent, his kisses, a little too much for my own good. Deep down, I was well aware of how vulnerable I could be. How my endless quest for love was honest but also blinding at times. Foolish. How my need to love and feel loved got me too attached to people way too quickly and, paradoxically, that trait ended up turning me into a stone-cold bitch most of the times, once I got hurt. Emotionally disconnected from everything and everyone, as if I just didn’t care… while I cared way too much, instead. Nobody had to know.

What had that guy in Clearwater said to me just a few weeks ago?

Oh, right. You just never smile, Lisa. Why are you always so sullen? Why are you so angry all the time? And sad?

Because that was how I protected myself. The only way I knew. Then why was it so hard, right now, to keep myself straight-out emotionally disconnected from Michael?

I couldn’t tell for sure, but I suspected the way he looked at me while he fucked me had something to do with it. Those dark eyes staring at me, nonstop.

He was finally inside of me. After making me lose my mind again and again with his mouth and his hands. With his whole body, really. At one point I had gotten so frustrated, I had been so fucking horny that I had pushed him back onto the mattress, until he finally had lied down. I had kissed him hard, my mouth leaving a trail down his torso. Loving how his fingers tangled in my hair – as if he knew what I was about to do.

And I really, really wanted to do it.

This man was big, by the way. Like, unbelievably big. And beautiful. There was something so seductive about him – his body, his scent, the way he carried himself – that I couldn’t really explain, something that drew me in. I was confident this would likely be our only night together and I really wanted to make the most out of it.

“Lisa… you don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna…”

His eyes had stared down at me for a moment as his hand kept gently playing with my hair. What? Did he really think that I was about to suck him off because he had eaten me out? Like a do ut des sorta thing? I had to smile.

“I never do anything I don’t wanna do…” I had caressed his solid abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch under my touch. “Just relax…”

Slowly, his head had leaned back into the pillow, but his eyes had stayed on me. Those weird, slightly unsettling and yet so fucking gorgeous dark universes full of stuff I couldn’t fully understand.

I had held him in my hand, once again marveling at how my fingers could barely reach around. Marveling at how everything about him was like nothing I had ever experienced or seen before. I had gone down on him, wanting to taste him, and Michael had moaned, then sighed, the back of his fingers caressing the side of my face. Never forcing me, never pushing me. Just enjoying the moment.

I had closed my eyes, realizing how safe I felt. Knowing by instinct that this man wouldn’t mindlessly ram into me like many others would try to do at his place. Feeling comfortable enough to let my damn guard down for a few minutes, just cherishing this moment – his scent and taste, the feeling of him in my mouth. I loved it.

And I wouldn’t have even minded if he had come that way. Even though I usually didn’t like guys to lose control while I was going down on them, once again this felt different. Had he lost it, it would have made me feel powerful.

But I also didn’t want this to end too quickly.

I had kept going for a bit, loving how his hips moved slightly, accompanying my movements as I caressed the solid muscles of his thighs, his sides, my hand sliding up on his pectorals. And then he had done something unexpected. He had grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my fingertips, slowly playing with them using his mouth.

The roles had reversed again as another rush of arousal had shot through me. My sense of self-control was once again lost, and it didn’t matter one bit.

“God, you’re so good at this…” He had smiled, almost sheepishly. He had tried hard to keep his breathing slow and regular. “So damn good. But don’t make me lose it just yet. Let’s make this last… Come back here, girl… I wanna kiss you…”

Almost hesitantly – and half-heartedly – my mouth had left him. Yeah… I, too, wanted to kiss him.

I had moved again, coming to sit astride him and had leaned over. Michael’s hands had framed my face as we engaged in this slow, deep kiss that seemed to last forever. His breathing was slightly uneven and I had felt him twitch and strain against my center. It was too much – for both of us.

I had been the one breaking the kiss.

“Fuck me…”

Those words were barely breathed out against his lips, yet I knew he had heard me just fine.

He had kissed me some more as his hips once again moved against me, caressing me with his steel, making me long for him even more. He sure knew how to use his body and a rush of something I couldn’t really explain had invaded me. How many other women had he pleasured that way? Did he always behave so nicely, so attentively, or was it just because this was as special to him as it was to me?

Immediately, I had told myself to stop daydreaming and get a fucking grip on myself. To remember who I was – just a nobody with a big name. A nice piece of ass, maybe, but not much more than that. And certainly not for this guy. He was good and he knew how to behave around a girl, but I knew how men functioned. I knew what I always had to expect from them.

Still kissing me, Michael had reached out and blindly touched the nightstand. Just like pretty much every other piece of furniture in the room, that too was full of books and papers and pens and stuff and… whatever else he hoarded in his private space. This guy was a total mess, but not in a bad way. In a genius, controlled chaos way.

“Wait… let me help you… Where are they, Michael?”

I knew exactly what he was looking for.

“In the first drawer…”

Letting go of him for a second, I had pulled the drawer open as he took the chance to kiss and suck on my breasts – to bite down on them gently, forcing another moan out of me. The urgency was becoming unbearable for both of us.

I had finally found the damn condoms and thrown one on the bed.

“Want me to take care of it?”

Grabbing my face again, he had kissed my lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

“Yeah… Put it on…”

I had ripped the little package open with my teeth as I sat up on him again, scooting back slightly. Probably for the first time, I had the chance to honestly look at him – and even though he blushed slightly, I couldn’t peel my eyes off him. He was just so damn gorgeous. Didn’t he know? Did he have any idea of how he looked from the outside?

Swallowing, I had unrolled the condom on him – holding him firmly, loving how he strained in my hand. How warm and hard he was. It had occurred to me that this man truly was something else in so many different ways, and for a second it made me worry. Would I be able to take him? I didn’t know why, but I wanted him to be sure that I really wanted what was happening.

Meanwhile, Michael had remained perfectly still, waiting for me to move. And so I had done just that. Rising onto my knees, I had scooted up slowly and bent down, capturing his mouth as I kept holding him firmly. He had reached down and his hand had covered mine. His touch was gentle but firm, and he had let me guide the movement as I used his cock to stimulate myself. I seriously risked going off like a rocket just by gliding against him like that.

I had leaned my forehead against his. My lips were just an inch away from his mouth. I had stood still, positioned him where I needed him, then sat on him. I had winced, sighing – and Michael still hadn’t moved, except for his hands. He had held me by the waist – not forcing me, just making me feel that he was there, with me.

Well, duh. And yet, at the same time, it had been such a sweet gesture. Or so I had interpreted it, anyway. Fragments of millions of thoughts had raced through me as I struggled to take him all in, to accommodate his impressive size inside my body. I was vibrating in the sweetest mixture between pain and pleasure. But as turned on as I was, the pleasure was pretty much all I felt.

And then I had begun to move – and he had followed, dancing with me like that. Perfect sync right from the get-go… utterly unexpected. And very dangerous somehow. Beautiful stuff had to always be feared because it would suddenly be taken away from you – there was just no way it wouldn’t happen. That was a lesson I had learned a long time ago. Yet, so far, all was good in the world.

Sitting on top of him, moving on him – I hadn’t felt uncomfortable at all. Usually, in situations like these I would keep my eyes closed, focusing on my own pleasure and not paying much attention to that of the man I was with. I knew they would do the same, after all. They would think about their own gratification and nothing else.

But in this case, my eyes had stayed open. Fixed – or transfixed – into Michael’s. He too was staring back at me, holding me, caressing me incessantly, touching me everywhere. Not just my boobs or my ass – but my entire body. My shoulders, my arms. My calves, my stomach, my neck, my face. Right from the start, I could tell that he was keeping iron control over himself, moving in a way that was pleasurable for him – and for me. Being mindful of me, present in the moment. Almost… thoughtful. A great, generous lover, no doubt. It had nothing to do with me – I guessed it was just his nature.

I didn’t want him to think I was made of crystal, though. I wanted him to feel free to lose control, just like I wanted to feel.

“Fuck me harder…”

I had breathed out the words and they were the God-honest truth. I wanted more. Needed more. I needed all of him – all of us.

Leaning over, I had kissed him hard again.

“Come on… Give it to me harder, Michael… I wanna feel you…”

And so he had done just that.

Right now, as he moved on top of me, I couldn’t even tell how many times he had been able to make me come. All I knew was that I was nowhere near finished and that he didn’t feel like he would end anytime soon either.

My fingernails scraped his back and he winced slightly, his face flushed as his rhythm, strong and steady, slowed down a bit. His mouth found my breast again and I arched up against him, moaning.

“Girl…” He panted. “You drive me crazy, I swear. You’re so damn tight… and hot… Shit… This is too good…”

Yeah… I knew exactly the feeling. It was way too good for my own sanity.

I kissed him again and my hands slid down his sweaty back, descending onto his ass. He was solid there, too. I pulled him into me hard and moaned out loud, and he rose onto his elbow, staring down at me.

“You want it rough?”

“Yeah…”

“You sure you can take it?”

“Try me…”

“Fuck…”

Hearing him curse under his breath did something to me. I already could tell that swearing wasn’t something he normally did. Michael didn’t seem to like random profanities. However, when he resumed moving, all thoughts and considerations were swept away from my mind. Nothing but a blank slate. I became nothing but skin and nerves, nothing but physical sensations. Wrapped around him, one with him as he finally, once again, fucked me hard. Just like I had asked.

Michael

I woke up with a start because of the noise, not even remembering I had fallen asleep at all. Which had become quite a feat, especially as of late. To close my eyes and drift off to dreamland, that was.

I had been caught in the most exquisite dream, too. A sensory experience made of touch and taste and smell and hearing. In my dream, I was making love to Lisa Marie. Well, screwing her, or whatever what we had been doing was supposed to be called, although I didn’t like the idea of making this thing cheaper and more insignificant than it was. Deep down, I knew my soft heart would be the ruin of me one day, and that I yet had to fully learn this no-strings-attached thing, but I just couldn’t help it. I had felt something while rolling in the sheets with her, and I liked to think it had been the same for her.

But anyway, yeah, I had been dreaming of gliding inside of her velvety heat. The amazing sensations of the night replaying through my nerve endings in a perpetual encore, like a loop. I wasn’t bored with it in the slightest, but elated. Happy to be reliving those feelings over and over again, even if only in my dreams, since part of me knew – even in my sleep – that this night would have to come to an end eventually.

The truth was that hooking up with girls I barely knew – or who I didn’t know at all – wasn’t something I did often. Of course, one-night stands could happen while I was on tour, but they weren’t a regular occurrence for me or something I craved all the time. Maybe something was wrong with me, just like my brothers thought, but I wasn’t the kind of guy who had a different woman in my bed every freaking night. I had always preferred to stay focused on my work and save my energy for the stage. While this thing with Lisa, well… It all had happened in such different circumstances. I certainly considered it a bit more than fucking some stranger while on the road.

Maybe that was why I didn’t see what we had done as fucking. Obviously it wasn’t making love either, as that implied some romance and intimacy, but could it be something in the middle? ‘Cause I darn well knew I had felt some emotions while having sex with her.

Anyway, what woke me up wasn’t the alarm clock or her hands on me or anything, but a clap of thunder. It startled me and forced me to open my eyes abruptly, to come to my senses almost immediately. My sleep was usually quite light anyway but, in this case, I had been really out like a light. However, the moment I blinked everything came back to me.

Lisa and I meeting again at that lounge bar, after John’s party. Talking, flirting, kissing just outside the club. Driving back to my place, making out like teenagers. Me eating her out on my kitchen island – like the perfect, heavenly-tasting midnight snack. Then taking her to bed and us fucking for hours, relentlessly, as if we couldn’t get enough of each other or wanted to make the most out of this night. Or both. At one point, the feeling of her warm hands on my sweaty skin had felt multiplied, magnified. Such was the sensation of being inside of her. Everything else, every single detail, felt more powerful and intense.

I guessed I had finally dozed off after our third round of solid fucking, and now the darn thunderstorm had pulled me out of my super-sexy dream. Crap!

And then, I noticed that it was still dark outside and Lisa was no longer in bed with me. Squinting, I sat up and glanced around the dimly lit room. Nope. Nowhere to be found. Had I dreamed it all? No way! I could still smell the scent of her skin in the air. Then what had happened? Had she simply left without telling me? As if I was some piece of ass to be discarded once we were done? I scratched my head.

A flash of lightning and another loud thunder gave me the answer that I was too confused to find out by myself.

Lisa was still in my apartment. Only, she had decided to walk out of the French doors and was now standing on my terrace. Under the rain. Pretty much in the nude.

What the hell? Was this girl a complete nutcase and I hadn’t realized?

Still a bit dazed, I got up from the bed and realized that I, too, was naked. Shaking my head, I stumbled around until I found my pants. Not my underwear – I had no idea where the heck it had landed or why it had disappeared. I pulled up my slacks, trying not to castrate myself with the zipper and noticed that it wasn’t just raining. It was pouring down! And that crazy-ass girl was out there taking it all, looking beautiful and almost ephemeral in the blurry night. Wearing… my shirt? The white shirt I had put on for John’s party? Yep, no doubt. It kinda looked good on her, too.

I didn’t know why, but that detail made me feel in some kind of way. Not bad at all…

However, I knew I had to rescue her before she drowned on my terrace.

I walked over to the French doors and opened them. I was immediately assaulted by a gush of cold mist. Dang, the night was colder than I expected!

“Lisa!”

If she heard me, she didn’t even turn. She just stayed there, a few feet away from me, turning her back to me and looking up at the sky, her arms folded over her chest. Drenched from head to toe and shaking like a little bird.

“Lisa Marie!”

Wincing, I finally decided to step out of the safe confines of my apartment and straight into the storm. Barefoot and all, just like she was. “Hey! What the hell are you doing out here? Are you trying to get pneumonia or something?”

And it was then that she finally turned and looked at me. She was smiling, her long dark hair plastered on her forehead, on the sides of her face and shoulders. She was the most gorgeous creature I had ever laid my eyes on and I just stood there like a fool.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

I tossed my hair, realizing that I too was already soaked. Lisa was still shaking from head to toe but didn’t even seem to mind. Crazy!

“What?”

“The rain… This storm.”

“Girl, what the heck are you even talking about? Look at you! You’re freezing!”

I almost had to raise my voice to make myself heard in all that mess. But Lisa looked as calm as a cucumber. A very cold, very beautiful cucumber.

“I don’t care!” Smiling, she opened her arms in a pacifying, dismissive gesture and I noticed that her shirt – my shirt – was half-unbuttoned on her chest. Wet, clinging to that perfect body of hers, almost showing me her boobs. Was it inappropriate that I felt a bit turned on?

Yes, it was very inappropriate. My brain needed to rattle back into place, just like hers. Priorities!

“Yes, it’s beautiful, but you’re gonna catch a cold soon if you keep stayin’ out here! Come on, let’s go back in.”

She just stared at me with that mysterious little smirk on her face, and at that moment I would have paid to know what was going through her mind. What her thought process was. I was fascinated by her aura – by the stuff I could easily read in her, but also by what I couldn’t really understand. Not yet, at least. She was some sort of enigma to me, almost a challenge.

Noticing that she still wasn’t budging, I just shook my head and stepped over with the intention of just taking her hand and dragging her cute little ass back into the apartment. But then something stopped me. Her eyes, maybe. Or the way she tilted her head up and stared at me, her face sparkling in the rain, her lips red and parted. Or how genuinely happy she looked. Touching her face, I kissed her gently and, for just a second, I forgot how much I hated the cold.

“Come on…”

I didn’t even know if I just thought the words or really said them out loud. Without even thinking, I picked her up, bridal style – she was so thin after all! – and walked back in, loving how she immediately circled my neck with her arms, how she leaned her head against my shoulder.

The contrast between her cold, shivering body and her warm breath against my neck was the first thing I noticed the moment my feet once again landed on the soft carpeted floor of my bedroom. I heard the French doors slam shut behind my back and didn’t even turn, deciding to walk straight to the bathroom instead. We both needed to warm up a bit.

Lisa didn’t even flinch. She didn’t protest or ask me what I was doing. As a matter of fact, she didn’t say a word, and her body just relaxed against mine. I loved the feeling of having her so close to me and I just reveled in it for a second. It was so weird that this night was giving me more than I had experienced in the past few years, in terms of a certain type of emotions.

I put her back down and walked over to the shower stall, turning the hot water on. Once again without a word, she began unbuttoning her – well, my – shirt and tossed it into the sink. Then she turned toward me, naked from head to toe, and stepped closer. Getting into my personal space so flawlessly and easily, maybe because she knew it wouldn’t bother me.

She rested her hand on my chest, over my heart, while her other hand tangled into my soaking wet hair. We kissed again and I undid my pants, letting them pool at my feet.

“You coming in with me?”

She whispered the words against my lips. How could I say no?

“Well, yeah… You got me all wet. And cold.”

She smiled, her eyes closed.

“I guess I gotta make up for that, then…”

And so we took that shower together, which was another new for me. Definitely a novelty, in fact, given that I didn’t like anybody to see me in such a private setting. But again, with Lisa it seemed to make sense somehow.

I took great care in lathering her gorgeous body with my shower gel and she did the same to me, no doubt noticing the effect her touch was having on me. There wasn’t much I could do to control my own reactions down south. At times we kissed, but mostly we just enjoyed this long, slow, warm bubble of warmth and comfort.

Then at one point I saw her stare at the discolorations on my torso. Which, of course, at that point in my life had become pretty much impossible to hide. We were no longer in the throes of passion and I didn’t have the dim light of the bedroom helping me conceal what I still hadn’t been able to fully accept about myself. A friggin’ skin disease that had no real cure or treatment. I hated not having control over stuff… Especially stuff that made me feel weird and foreign even to myself.

I uncomfortably watched her as she used her slippery hands to massage my shoulders and pectorals. Yeah, there was no way in hell she hadn’t noticed that something was very wrong with my skin.

“Aren’t you weirded out by those?”

I swallowed, feeling as if my throat was suddenly full of glass shreds. It pained me to even point out the obvious but, quite honestly, I’d rather having her admit the truth immediately than maybe laugh behind my back tomorrow, with her friends.

I had to ask. I had to know. And I hated it.

Lisa blinked and looked up at me. She seemed genuinely taken aback by my question.

“You mean these?” She caressed my chest.

“Yeah…” My voice came out huskier than intended.

“No…” She tilted her head. “Why? Are you?”

I frowned and bit the soft flesh inside my cheek, focusing on a strand of her long hair plastered on her shoulder. I gently moved it away, trying to look and sound as collected as possible.

“Yeah. I’m still trying to get used to it.”

Her hand, up until that point busy spreading shower gel and bubbles on me, once again stopped over my heart.

“I think you’re gorgeous, Michael. All of you. I really do.” She stepped even closer and I felt her nipples brushing against my torso. “If anything, these make you even more unique. There’s nothing I don’t like about you. Vitiligo can’t take anything away from who you are.”

“Well, it can… It does, in fact…”

My voice sounded hoarse and I could barely speak. I didn’t even have the strength to tell her that I was surprised she even knew what my condition was called. Another point scored by the Presley girl.

“See… Maybe on the surface. But only sort of. There’s just something so intoxicating and blindly beautiful about you… I don’t think anything or anyone can ever make any of that disappear.”

My eyes burned. What was she saying? This was not some meaningless compliment from a random someone. This came from the woman I had just made love to, so it had to hold some weight. I didn’t think Lisa could imagine how it made me feel.

I blinked, then kissed her again. I was not sure I believed her, but even if she had lied… well, it didn’t matter. The comfort she so obviously was trying to give me was more than enough to make me feel much, much warmer inside. And when our kisses began to intensify, that heat began to spread even more. Everywhere.

God… I had just had her, more than once. And I wanted her again.

I stepped closer to her and we both were under the water jet, safe in our warm, liquid cocoon. She reciprocated my kisses and reached around, stroking my back, kneading my muscles, caressing my ass. I did the same, wanting to feel all those little details in her body that made me go crazy with desire. Her smooth skin, her perky breasts, the soft valley of her hips, her flat stomach, her perfect bottom.

Within a minute or two, everything – every touch, every feeling, every sigh – seemed to intensify once more. We kept kissing, at times letting go of each other’s mouth but staying close, our foreheads touching, gazes meeting, and I knew what was about to happen.

Her hand found me again. I was aware of how aroused I was once again. Lisa began stroking me slowly, but with just the right amount of pressure, almost making my legs tremble. How was it even possible that this woman I barely knew seemed to recognize my body so well? What made me fly.

Incapable of resisting, I reached down as well and my fingers found her heat. She moaned and parted her legs a little bit. She kissed me again, her hand gripping me harder. Before I could even realize what was happening, we were moving at the same rhythm, and it just felt so incredibly intense. I had already fucked her numerous times, and yet right now, just touching each other that way while in the shower felt about the most thrilling experience ever.

We began panting. Our kisses heated up even more and I pushed her against the cold tiles, making her moan and shiver. Her touch sending shock waves down my legs. I would have never imagined that heavy petting could be so damn inebriating. Panting, we stared into each other’s eyes as my fingers entered her liquid heat. She began spasming immediately, coming all over my hand, risking to make me climax just like that – as if her grip on me wasn’t enough.

This was madness. The kind of lunacy I never wanted to get rid of. A level of attraction that bordered on insanity.

I watched her as she took her pleasure and made it last, not wanting to miss a second of the show. There was something so beautiful and wild in how she let herself go, in how freely she allowed herself to fall prey to our passion, and for just a split second I felt sorry I’d have to leave the next day. Having the opportunity to choose, I probably would have stayed a little longer. With her, in that apartment, stealing more time to live this. After all, it wasn’t common to find such chemistry with another human being.

Panting, Lisa opened her eyes and looked up at me, then kissed me hard. Her hand abandoned my penis and she wrapped her arms around my neck, her warm, wet body gliding against mine. I immediately missed her touch, but at the same time I felt fulfilled and happy.

“God… How many times did you make me come? You drive me crazy, Michael… You sure are something…”

I smiled against her lips, trying as best as I could to tame my arousal. If we stopped now, I’d still be glad to see her so sated and satisfied and hear how affected even her voice sounded. It was almost like a purr. I did all I could to regulate my breathing as she held me and rested her head against my chest.

“Michael… Your heart is racing…”

Yeah, no shit.

“I know… I’m afraid it’s all your fault…”

Once again, she lifted her head and looked at me with those mysterious eyes whose color I hadn’t yet figured out entirely. Blue. Aqua green. Cerulean. At times grey, like a stormy sky.

She kissed me again. Slowly, thoroughly. Then turned her back to me, her hands against the tiles, that perfect ass jutting out, swaying against me.

“Well… Let’s see if we can make it beat even faster…”

Instinctively, my hands went on her hips – caressed her bottom, slid along the seductive V between her legs.

“Ah… You’re a temptress. But it’d be risky.”

I wasn’t wearing any condom, obviously.

As she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes dipped down for a second. Her expression turned from smoldering to serious and honest.

“I’m on the pill… And I trust you. I know you’re clean…”

“I am…”

It was the truth, and this temptation was becoming progressively harder to resist. I had thought about taking her bare, wanting to feel all of her, no barrier in between. But that wasn’t my style. I was a cautious guy by nature, and it just wasn’t in me to be reckless when it came to sex. Lisa seemed different though, and I couldn’t tell that her aura hadn’t dragged me into the vortex. After all, I had been the one going down on her only a few hours after talking to her for the first time.

“…And maybe I shouldn’t even be offering. Don’t get me wrong, I usually wouldn’t. In fact, I don’t have unprotected sex… ever… But…”

We stared at each other for a moment. Yeah. I understood what she meant. The pull was strong enough to make you doubt yourself, and this night – this encounter – wasn’t the standard either of us were used to.

I bit my lip and, instinctively, caressed her with my steel, forcing her eyes to close for a moment.

“Or you can be careful… Just in case… Oh, shit…” Her head fell forward, her face hidden by her long, wet hair.

My heartbeat hammering in my ears was all I heard. I swallowed hard.

“Yeah… I’ll be careful… We’ll be careful…”

And then, simply, I stopped resisting this siren offering herself to me. I breached her slowly, savoring every second of this perfect moment. Every single detail felt amplified. The heat of her skin. That warm tightness, softness of her. The hot water washing over us. Her body closing on me like a vise. Her touch – her hand reaching back and holding onto my ass, pulling me closer. Her soft moans and uneven breathing.

I started moving, loving the position of this but also needing more contact, more skin. Wanting to breathe in her scent. Still sliding slowly into her, I reached around and pulled her torso up so that her back could rest against my chest. She turned her head and we kissed. I loved the feeling of her fingers in my hair.

Our motions became a dance and I began to see spots behind my closed eyelids. Her voice urged me on – her body trapped me, making me feel liberated. She was tight and hot after her previous orgasms and still, she took the wave and came again, hard, screaming out, her entire body trembling. Her knees almost giving in.

I held her, kissed her, murmured something against her lips. Words that came straight from my heart and got lost in my memory immediately after having been spoken.

I tried to resist the onslaught of pleasure and focused on her, allowing her to once again live her moment to the fullest. Then I slowed down my movements, but it simply wasn’t enough. I realized that I was about to lose control and for just a split second I remembered my promise. I said I would be careful.

Wincing, I pulled back and withdrew from her body, forcing a whimper out of her. Reaching down, needing to help myself out. My other hand rested against the tiled wall, my breathing came out uneven and ragged. I needed to come. I simply could not wait any longer.

Before I could even realize what was happening, Lisa turned and faced me. She kissed me hard and quickly understood what was about to transpire. My head buzzing, I could only watch her as she slid down and onto her knees, her hands following her path and coming to rest on my hips. Then she covered my hand with her own and looked up at me. I felt my face go up in flames, yet I could not stop.

I let go of myself and allowed her to take the lead. I stared at her as she took me between those lips that seemed to be made for sin. And I could only surrender as she took all I had to give.