I don’t want to move. I’m holding perfection here in my arms, in my bed. I’ve never brought a woman to my apartment before, never wanted to stick around after I’ve fucked someone. But I don’t ever want Alice to leave my bed and I can barely wait to be inside her again, to move with her and give her pleasure. I know that I’ve completely unraveled for this woman. All my rules are broken. All my composure is gone and somehow, with my fingers twined through her mad hair and my body pressed against her soft curves, I just don’t care.
Alice has fallen asleep in my arms and it feels so right. After awhile, I hear her phone chirping inside her purse on my dresser. Some sort of persistent alarm grows louder, and I don’t want it to wake her. I slip out of the bed to reach for it. The words “Little blue boys!” flash across her lock screen as the tinkling bells keep chiming. I figure she must have planned to tuck her nephews in or something, so I turn it off and climb back into the bed beside her.
As I wrap my naked body against hers, she stirs. I love the tiny noises she makes, the contented sighs as she wakes. I grow hard as Alice wiggles her bottom. Time for round two, I decide. “Hey, you,” Alice says when I start kissing her shoulder. I let my hand fall to her breast and am rewarded with a soft moan as I massage her nipple. “How long was I asleep?”
“Just a few minutes,” I tell her, continuing my exploration of her creamy skin. She turns her head to kiss me and I’m lost to her. I pull her close against my body, the swell of her ass against my cock. She lifts one leg a bit to give me access to her center, and I slide home. We fit together so perfectly. “Alice,” I whisper. “You’re so wet. You feel so good.”
“Mmmm.” She groans into my mouth, moving with me. I know I’m not going to last long. This feels too intense. I drop a hand to her clit and, using the pads of two fingers, find the rhythm that will drive Alice over the cliff. She moves with me, thrusting her hips against my hand.
I’m so close to losing control, but I need Alice to come first. “Now, baby. Let go!” And she does, moaning and thrusting until I can’t help but join her. I tumble over the edge. My cock swells inside her and I feel my balls tighten. “Alice! Fuck! Yes!” She feels so good. I want to hold on to this moment, of watching and feeling Alice Peterson come, and then joining her in ecstasy. My breath comes ragged and heavy as I pull her tighter against me.
We must have fallen asleep this way, because the next thing I know, I’m being awakened by Alice kissing my chest. I’m on my back and she’s straddling me, her hair tickling my skin as she traces a line of kisses down my stomach. “This is probably the hottest sight I’ve ever seen,” I tell her. She looks up at me, violet eyes twinkling in the streetlight sneaking through the closed blinds. I’ve never gone three rounds in one evening before, but Alice makes everything easier.
Afterward, she’s like putty, molded against my body, boneless. “I don’t think I can go home like this,” she says, a hint of worry in her voice.
“You’re not going anywhere, Alice,” I assure her, pulling my arms around her. “We’re going to sleep now, and after I wake up beside you, I want to have you again in the shower.”
"Mm I like the sound of that," she says, her voice soft as she drifts to sleep.
Some hours later, we wake tangled together in my bed and the sun shines across Alice's golden, wild hair. I pepper her with kisses and carry her into the bathroom, turning on the shower.
When I redid my apartment, I installed an infinity shower with no door. I typically use the seat in the corner as a shelf for a cold beer after a punishing run, but today I get up close and personal kneeling on the subway tile as I lick every inch of Alice, perched on her throne in my bathroom. She tastes like a ripe peach, swollen and slick with wanting. As she cries out in pleasure again and again, I almost cum without even being touched. We stay in the shower until the water turns cold, and then I envelope her in one of my Turkish bath sheets. The thin cotton towel is big enough for us both, and I like the feel of being cocooned against her.
“This has been the best date, Tim,” she says. And she sighs. “But I really have to get home.” She kisses my cheek, and rubs the thick scruff that’s grown to mountain-man lengths since I last shaved. “Next time, I want to shave you before…” She blushes and looks down.
I notice the red, irritated skin at the tops of her thighs. “Oh shit, Alice! God, I’m so sorry.”
“It was worth it, Tim,” she says. “I like how you look with some scruff. I’ve just got really sensitive skin. You should see me after I work with habaneros!” Alice talks to me about her tricks for avoiding contact with hot peppers as I hand her a spare toothbrush from the closet and help her find a pair of shorts that won’t fall down.
“Those look like pants on you,” I joke. “Unfortunately I don’t have any shoes that will come close to fitting…”
Alice stuffs her purse, dress, and shoes into a grocery bag and pulls my arm, walking barefoot to the elevator. I offer to carry her so she doesn’t cut her foot, and again when we pull up in front of her house, but she declines. "What am I going to cut my foot on, Tim?"
I don't have an answer right away, but I can't shake my worry that she'll get tetanus or something.
Her brother is out front again tossing a ball around with Alice’s nephews. He gives me the stinkeye when I get out to open Alice’s door, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She kisses me softly and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I stand and watch as her nephews crash into her for a hug, asking where she’s been. She looks so happy here, surrounded by this family. They’re all tied up in each other’s business, but I can see how much love lives in this house. My apartment, sterile and white, feels very empty in comparison once I get home.