Want You Back - River Laurent Page 0,15

without speaking. “Yes. Did you think this was it? That after the year is over, we’ll go our separate ways?”

I nodded numbly.

“I fell in love with you on that first day I saw you on the train Chaz. Dozing on a stranger’s shoulder like it was a pillow,” he said.

I let out a shaky laugh. “I did not.”

He ignored what I’d said. “Then you woke up abruptly, peered out the window and saw that the train had stopped at your station.”

I laughed at the memory. It seemed so long ago and yet it was almost a month now. I felt as if I had known Alex all my life.

“Then like lightning, you bolted out of your seat and before I could tell you that you’d left your bag, you were off of the train,” he said.

I grew warm all over at the memory.

“I remember how frightened you looked when I showed you your bag through the window and then I yelled that I’d be waiting at the next station and your lips curved into this smile. A smile that did things to me. A smile that I intend to see all my life,” he said.

“The next train took forever but you never left. You were waiting,” I said as tears fell from my eyes.

“I’ll always wait for you Chaz, no matter how long I have to wait,” he said and I knew that he meant every word.

We stood staring at each other, until Alex made the first move. He took my hand and led me to a bedroom that was as big as my whole apartment and gently laid me on the bed.

“I should shower first,” I said, as he covered my body with his.

“You’re obsessed with showering,” he said. “You showered before work.”

I wrapped my hands around his neck as he looked down at me. “I love you Chaz.”

“Oh God,” I said. I did love him. I was pretty sure I did. Joy exploded in my chest. I’d never once thought that I’d find love primarily because it was something I saw in movies. I’ve never seen it in real life.

My memories of my mother were hazy but I recall seeing a variety of men coming to our two-bedroom house. They would drink, growing noisier by the minute and then disappear into her room. Those were the good days.

On the bad days, she resorted to taking drugs, injecting herself with a syringe and slumping on whichever chair she happened to be on. Those were the times when social services would get me and put me in foster care until my mom changed her ways again.

I wouldn’t have recognized love if it smacked me in the face.

Alex brought his sensuous mouth down to mine and kissed me. He took my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it before doing the same to the upper. His play on my lips sent tingles down my spine.

I scraped my fingers through his hair as his tongue skimmed the hem of my mouth. His hard cock pressed against my thigh before Alex broke the kiss and lowered himself until he was above my chest. He popped open the buttons of my blouse and kissed the valley between my breasts. I arched my chest wanting to feel his touch and mouth on me. In my lust filled bubble, I realized how right Alex was.

We belonged together. We were perfect for each other. Which in itself was an accident of chemistry considering how different we were.

I let out a moan when Alex pulled down the cups of my bra, and took an aching, aroused nipple into his mouth. He palmed the other one, and then flicked each of them in turns with his tongue. Wetness dripped into my panties and I was sure that it was soaking wet.

“I need the bra to go,” he said and I raised my back and unclasped my bra. He pulled it out of the way.

“Yes, that’s better,” he said, his voice thick with passion. He kissed every part of my breasts before turning his attention back to my nipples. I writhed on the bed, desperate for more.

Before I could ask, Alex knelt between my legs and pulled down my pants.

“I want you,” I said, my voice raspy.

When I was naked and all spread out for him, Alex got off the bed and stripped off his clothes, all the while, staring at my sodden pussy.

“You make me happy,” he said, the words simple but loaded with so much promise.

“You