always be there for me, which could only mean that she was finally mine, and mine alone. Now, her love for me was the only missing piece of the puzzle.
I ran my hands up her shirt and over her back, then moved lower and kissed the sensitive spot on her neck. She moaned and rubbed her legs together, which she always did whenever she was beginning to get aroused. I’d even started calling it “the cricket.”
“No, babe, you have a hangover,” she said, although she arched her neck to give me better access.
“I really don’t.” I kissed the spot again and slid my hand around to the front of her body. I vaguely remembered her in a pair of jeans, but now she was wearing one of my t-shirts with only a pair of panties underneath. No bra. A woman in her man’s t-shirt was more of a turn-on than some of the raunchiest lingerie.
“Besides, you want me,” I teased. “You’re doing the cricket.”
She laughed and I flitted my fingers over her nipple while placing another series of kisses against her neck.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” she asked between breaths, as my hands palmed her breasts. I pressed my pelvis into her ass to answer her question. My dick had a mind of its own that took over all functioning whenever Alexandra was around. I began to understand that when people said caring about someone made sex much better, it wasn’t just utter bullshit. I wanted to fall asleep inside this woman. When I was inside of her, she had me. She was the strength to my grip.
I slid my hands down her body to the top of her panties. I tugged on them, and she shifted so that I could pull them over her legs. My fingers went to her slit and she was already soaking wet, waiting for me. I slipped out of my shorts in record time and with some pretty impressive acrobatics, and then her hands wrapped around my dick. Pleasure pulsed through my entire shaft.
“You were pretty drunk last night,” she said, her legs parting slightly to give my fingers better access. “You said some interesting things.”
I nipped her shoulder. “Like what?”
“Like the fact that you told your friends about me.”
“I did.” I rubbed the head of my cock over her bare ass. “What else did I say?”
Her hands continued to stroke me and I pulled her hips back, positioning her.
“You, uh, also kinda mentioned that you were in love with me,” she answered.
It took all of my human strength to gently pull her hands away from my dick. As much I loved the erotic stroking of her palms, I knew that she was ready for me. Her clit was slick against my fingers.
“And?” I moved the head of my cock to her opening, teasing the crevice until my head glistened from her moisture. She ground her hips against me and it dawned on me that the box of condoms was clear across the room. It also dawned on me that I had no intention of getting them. She was mine now and I wanted to feel every aching inch of my pussy.
“I wasn’t that drunk, Alle,” I added. “I know what I said.”
My head parted her lips and she made a low, sexy noise that echoed all around us as I eased into her body. I was losing myself inside this woman, which I didn’t think was possible since I was already so far gone.
“I love you, Alle,” I said, pulling out just as slowly before stroking deep again. My dick was saturated and I groaned as I felt her warmth over every sensitive inch. “I’m in love with you.”
Now, when I say I fucked my woman, I mean I fucked my woman. I fucked her to the point of speechlessness. She didn’t even moan or cry out; our breaths in the air were joined only by the sound of the sheets ruffling beneath us. It was as though I was trying to resurface her pussy, claiming it so that she knew who it belonged to. Who she belonged to. Fuck, so she knew who I belonged to. I was hers in every aspect of the word. In the competition between retaining a little bit of myself and giving myself up to her completely, I conceded to her victory. She had me by every organ that I owned. She held me in the palm of her hand, which meant that she could