“I thought you’d never ask,” Alex smirked, leaning into her touch.
After a few minutes, Alex moved his neck from side to side and gave her a thumbs up. With a chuckle, probably one of the first in a week, Bianca stepped back to retrieve her now ice cold coffee.
“I guess I’m going to be late for work my first day back,” Bianca shrugged as she heated up her coffee in the microwave.
“I called them and told them you needed one more day. I hope that’s okay?” Alex replied moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Bianca tried not to stiffen. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to touch her, but she felt like she didn’t deserve his comfort or affection after she failed to keep his unborn child safe.
“Bianca, let me help you. Let me take care of you. You’ve spent the last week moping around the house, not eating, barely sleeping and not talking to me. We need to talk about this if we are going to get past it,” Alex said turning her to face him. “Unless you don’t want to get past it,” he added.
Bianca shook her head. “It’s not that, Alex,” she said, opening her mouth to speak again only to snap it closed again. Now was not the time to tell him she loved him.
“Please, Bianca. Talk to me,” Alex begged, gripping her waist.
Tears began to well in Bianca’s eyes. She couldn’t talk to him. It hurt too much. Didn’t he see that? And it was all her fault.
Swallowing the giant lump in her throat, Bianca spoke, “I want to talk to you. But I can’t speak the words without reliving that awful day.” She choked back the sob that tried to escape. “Why aren’t you angry with me?” She added, a few rogue tears escaping her eyes.
Bianca wiped the tears away angrily and snatched her cup of coffee from the microwave, sloshing some over the side.
Damnit!
Tears of frustration finally falling, Bianca grabbed the dishtowel and sopped up her mess. From her periphery she could see Alex watching her, his jaw twitching with tension. He was gripping the side of the table until his knuckles turned white and Bianca thought he must be holding himself back from coming to her. But why? That was what she needed from him, unconditional comfort. She would talk about what happened when the time was right but just knowing he was there for her through this awful time would help her heal. Bianca feared he wouldn’t want to wait for her to heal though and the thought made her stomach clench with fear.
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Alex watched as Bianca cleaned up the spilled coffee. His first instinct was to take the towel from her and do it himself. His second was to make her stop cleaning it up and gather her into his arms and not let go. Instead, he held onto the table and let her cry and mop up spilled coffee like an asshole. What was he waiting for? Damned if he knew. Releasing his grip from the table, Alex ran a hand through his hair again with aggravation. How did something that was going so well turn to such shit in a matter of months? Giving up the fight to leave her alone, Alex pushed off from the table and wal
ked across the room. At this point Bianca was done with the coffee spill and was leaning over the counter silently sobbing. He wrapped his arms around her waist again and ignored her stiffening posture.
“Bianca,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
“Please don’t, Alex. I don’t deserve it,” she sobbed, trying to pull away.
“Yes you do, baby. Let me help you heal,” Alex said, continuing to press light kisses to her neck and cheek.
“Alex, please.” And he wasn’t sure if she was asking him to stop or to continue.
Alex didn’t stop. He turned her to him and continued to kiss her face and neck. Bianca didn’t pull away but she wouldn’t relax against him. Refusing to give up this time like he had for the last week, Alex pulled her to his chest, feeling the curves of her petite body press against him making his dick hard, and kissed her collarbone. He ran a hand up her t-shirt, finding her braless breast and squeezing gently. Bianca moaned and relaxed against him. Alex counted that as an invitation and continued his exploration of her body with his hands. He moved on to the other breast, palming her nipple and moving in slow circles. Bianca inhaled a sharp breath and pushed herself against his hand. Alex continued to suck on her neck, the scent of her driving him wild no matter how many times he had her.
“Alex,” Bianca breathed, the tone of her voice changed from before. This time she sounded like she wanted him and Alex took the opportunity to finally be able to make love to her to show her how much she really meant to him.
Gripping the hem of her t-shirt, Alex tugged it up over her head. Bianca complied, arching back as his head came down on her bare breast with his mouth. Alex groaned against her nipple, sucking fervently. His dick was so hard it was aching and he wanted her right now, but he wouldn’t rush. She needed him to go slowly and that’s exactly what he would do. Moving to her other breast and giving it the same attention, Bianca moaned loudly and threaded her hands through Alex’s hair, pulling him tighter to her. Alex pushed back long enough to shed his own shirt then he gathered Bianca in his arms and rushed up to the bedroom. Laying her down gently, Alex tore his pants down and tossed them away, taking his boxers with them. He then pulled off Bianca’s sweatpants and threw them away with the others. A low growl rumbled in his chest when he realized she was going commando and he wanted to devour her. Reminding himself to go slowly, Alex perched himself over top of Bianca on the bed, taking in the sight of her beautiful body. Although petite in stature, Bianca was curvy in all the places that mattered. Her chocolate brown skin glowed with arousal and Alex had the sudden need to taste her. Leaning down, he pressed kisses to her flat stomach, working his way down to where he really wanted to be. Alex pushed her knees apart, spreading her legs as far as they could go. He groaned again at the sight of her, wet and inviting. Trailing kisses down her thigh and back up again until he was at the center of her, Alex pressed a firm kiss to her wet pussy, and Bianca’s hips surged forward as she moaned loudly.
Slowly circling her clit with his tongue, Alex slipped two fingers inside of her, stretching her tight channel to accommodate him.
“Ah, Alex, yes,” Bianca groaned, thrusting her hips to meet his movements.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her and Alex took that to mean she wanted more. He pushed his tongue inside of her, lapping up her arousal as she came undone around his tongue, screaming his name. Alex moved up Bianca’s body until he was fully settled between her thighs, his thick erection pressing at the entrance to her pussy. Before entering her, which was torture, Alex slammed his lips to Bianca’s as she lay regaining her breath from her intense orgasm. He pushed his tongue in between her lips and tangled it with hers at the same moment as he plunged into her. The sensation was intense and they both cried out at the contact. Alex began moving his hips in a steady rhythm, surging in and out of her as she pushed her hips to meet him. It began as a slow love making but soon turned frenzied. Bianca grabbed his ass, pulling him to her and he plunged deeper as she positioned her legs on his shoulders.
“God, Bianca, you feel so wet,” Alex moaned.
“Deeper and harder, Alex. I need to feel all of you,” Bianca breathed, arching to meet him again.
Taking the cue he flips her over. “Bend down,” he growls, pushing her back down towards the bed.
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