“Hey,” Alex said, his voice deep with lust.
The tone of his voice sent chills of desire up Bianca’s spine. Forgetting her work bag and almost her purse, Bianca raced to the door with Alex close behind. They burst through the door the second Bianca was able to insert the key and turn, Alex’s mouth already making its way to hers. They were frantic, as if his departure was for months instead of days. Bianca had grown used to his company, they spent almost all of the time they weren’t working together and being apart from him for even a few days would be agony. Somehow, during her inner dialogue, they made it to the couch. Bianca fell onto it when the backs of her knees hit the edge. Alex didn’t miss a beat and moved down with her. They turned so they were laying flat and Alex’s mouth never left hers as they went. Bianca panted against his mouth, her desire growing by the second. She nipped his lip as if to let him know she wanted more, needed more. Alex growled in reaction, pushing down tighter against her, his erection pressing against her pubic bone through his jeans. The feel of him, hard and ready for her, made her moan again with need. Bianca could feel her panties becoming wet with her arousal, and she had the yearning to rip them off. She hated that they were still clothed, that there was something separating their bodies. With frenzied movements, Bianca yanked her tank top over her head, barely missing Alex’s face with her elbow. He drew back, taking the cue from her, and pushed back on his heels to pull his shirt off. Bianca needed to feel his skin against hers, more than she needed to breathe.
After tossing his shirt away, Alex reached behind Bianca and unclasped her bra with skill. Too turned on to comment at his deftness, Bianca wiggled out of her tight pencil skirt, revealing the red lace thong beneath. Alex growled again, licking his lips, and Bianca held back a whimper at what his motions were doing to her underneath the panties. Reaching for her, Alex all but shredded the small scrap of fabric that covered her sex, throwing it away like garbage.
“That’s better,” he mumbled, his eyes a dark stormy blue.
Bianca nodded, reaching for his belt buckle. She fumbled for a second with the closure but within seconds had it removed and was undoing his jeans. The sight of his naked body made her quiver deep inside. His thick erection lay against his lower abdomen, the length of it almost touching his naval. His pale skin was all hard ridges and muscle which bunched under his skin as he moved back over her. Bianca ran her hands over his abs and up his pecs. He was warm and hard all over and his silken skin over the hard planes of muscle made her want to lick him. Alex drew closer, his mouth searching for hers. Instead of acquiescing, Bianca turned her head, offering him her neck and traced her tongue along his bicep. Alex moaned, his teeth gently raking along her neck. The action sent a shiver all the way to Bianca’s pussy, the longing for him to fill her was too much for her to take.
“Alex, please,” she begged, bucking her hips against his hard length.
“That’s right, baby. Beg for it. Let me know how much you want it.” He growled between clenched teeth.
Bianca could tell his control was waning but he still wanted her to play along. She bucked her hips again, wiggling and spreading her legs until she could feel the tip of his cock against her entrance. Alex rumbled deep in his chest. Bianca smiled, thrusting her hips again. The feel of his thick head pressed against the seam of her pussy made Bianca groan. Alex pulled back, not allowing her access a third time and Bianca couldn’t hold back the whimper of loss at the contact.
“Tell me again what you want, Bianca. I need to hear you say it.” Alex demanded.
“You, Alex. I need you. All of you. I want you inside of me, now.” Bianca pleaded, trying to keep the desperation from her voice but failing.
Bianca was on fire with lust and if Alex didn’t douse the flames soon she was sure she would combust. Alex lowered himself back down over top of her, pressing his dick against her slick folds. This time Bianca didn’t squirm, she fought the urge to press against him. Alex pushed forward slowly, torturously. The wide head of his penis breached her channel and Bianca cried out as he pushed deeper, his speed never increasing. Breathless, Bianca moved her hips up to meet his strokes and Alex froze. She looked up at him and he shook his head. He didn’t want to rush, he wanted to go slow and he wanted to be in control. The idea made Bianca even more aroused and she stilled, allowing Alex to take the lead. Once she complied, he moved again, achingly slow. Bianca’s breathing became labored and her heart pounded. The urge to move overwhelmed her but she stayed put. Instead she focused on the building pressure of her orgasm. The more Alex moved, his dick hitting the spot that made her see stars and gliding against her clit with every motion, the higher she climbed toward climax. The orgasm hit suddenly, and Bianca couldn’t control her body. Her hips surged forward and she grabbed Alex’s biceps, her nails digging into his skin. Just as she began to come down from the mind blowing pleasure, Alex called out her name, finding his own release. He collapsed on top of her and they both lay there a moment catching their breath. Each time they made love was better than the last and Bianca was certain she was addicted to him.
Finally recovered, Alex placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and lifted up.
“Let’s get to bed,” he said grabbing her hand and helping Bianca to stand.
She nodded, gathering her clothes from the floor and followed him up the stairs. She was exhausted.
*****
Alex watched Bianca as she slept, her untamed dark curls fanned out on her pillow. Her breathing was even and steady and she looked content; sated. Alex sighed, wondering what he would do if his investor in Chicago didn’t come through for him. He believed in his business, a security company that dealt with private and charter plan
es, but he had a hard time selling anyone on his idea. It didn’t help that he was the only person able to provide the services at this time. He had approached a couple of his friends from the Air Force about joining him, but they were either reenlisting or had civilian jobs already waiting for them. Stifling a curse so as not to wake Bianca, Alex slipped from the bed, pulling on his jeans and padding downstairs. All he could think about was Bianca and the possibility that she was already pregnant. Without a job Alex’s Air Force pension wasn’t much to live on.
Fuck!
He had to convince the investor in Chicago that his company was solid. Pacing the kitchen, Alex started a pot of coffee. The sun wasn’t yet up. The clock on the microwave let him know that it was only four-thirty. Sleep was hard to come by when he didn’t have a job and was worried about the future of your relationship. What would Bianca think of him if he couldn’t find a job? The Keurig began to shoot coffee into his mug and Alex snatched it from under the stream just before it stopped. Repressing the urge to shout an obscenity once more, Alex tore a handful of paper towels to mop up the mess he just made.
“First time using a Keurig?” Bianca asked from the kitchen doorway with a smirk.
Alex’s head snapped around. His anxiety faded a bit at the sight of her. She had pulled on his t-shirt and was strolling towards him, her deep brown eyes alert for such an early hour.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” He asked, edging closer to her after tossing the sopping paper towels in the garbage.
She shook her head, her curls in disarray from sleep and moving with the motion. She looked fucking sexy. Before Alex could change his mind, he grabbed her in his arms and headed back upstairs. Since they were both awake they may as well make the best of it.
*****
Bianca rolled over, her eyes unwilling to open as her alarm blared from the nightstand. Early morning sex was fantastic but having to wake up only an hour later was not. Prying her eyes open she turned, smacking her hand down on the alarm clock. She sat up, the delicious soreness between her legs reminding her of just how much fun she had last night. To her left Alex was passed out, the sound of the alarm didn’t even make him flinch. Deciding to let him sleep, Bianca crept from the bed and headed to the shower. Turning the shower as hot as she could stand, Bianca climbed in and pulled the door closed. The hot water cascaded down her body and cleared her head of the sleepy fog. A small voice in the back of her head wondered if she was tired for another reason, but she put that thought out of her head. PMS also made her tired and sluggish. The thought that her period was just around the corner doused her good mood, and Bianca switched the flow of water off with a force she hadn’t meant to exert. Wringing her hair out, she pushed the shower door open and reached for her towel on the rack but it wasn’t there. Frowning, because she was sure she had hung it there before she got in, she turned. A smile spread across her face.
“Looking for something?” Alex asked, her towel draped over his arm.
Bianca laughed, the thoughts of before dissipated, “Not anymore.”
“If you want it, you better come get it,” Alex said with a smirk.
“Baby, we can’t. I’ll be late for work.” Bianca answered, stepping from the shower anyway to retrieve her towel.
“Bummer,” Alex muttered, tossing her the towel.