I take a deep breath. "Respectfully, I fail to see where that's any of your business."
"Alexander,"she snaps."I'm the mother of your son—"
"A fact that I do not need to be verbally reminded of,I assure you," I clip back.
"God, what the fuck iswrongwith you?" she cries in a shrill voice, immediately causing my hackles to rise. "Must youalwaysbe so fucking cold?"
"No. Apparently to someone else I'm a warm, blue sky." And with that I hang up, feeling validated.
I leave my phone on the round table next to the chair and then make my way back to the bedroom. Sarah's scent envelopes my senses and calms me instantly. Heading to the sliding door of the patio, I close the curtains tighter to shut out the evening light, then get back into bed, placing a soft kiss against a fading bruise on her shoulder blade. Carefully, I mold my body to her back and bury my face into her neck. Giving myself permission to wrap myself around her. Though I can't see them, I boldly palm her breasts, memorizing the feel of her.
My fingers glide over her softened nipples, memorizing the way her breasts smash against each other as she lays on her side.
I smile, loving the weight of her in my palm, and slide my other hand in between her legs and over her panties. I relax instantly, settling in, and fall asleep quickly, lured in by her body heat as Hannah's words dissipate like they were never said.
It doesn't matter if I'm cold…she's warm enough for the both of us.
I stare into Sarah's eyes as I lay myself on her body and rejoice at the feel of her naked skin on mine. I chuckle against her lips as she moans so sexily as I cup her breast in my hand and squeeze, leaning down to place my lips against hers. I deepen the kiss, desperately eager to finally taste her.
She tastes like life.
Our tongues dance as my hand roams lower, trailing down her belly and to her smooth mound.
"Ahhh, sweetness. Are you ready?" I ask, searching lower until I find her clit. Grasping and rolling it, I lower my mouth to hers, swallowing her high moan.
Sarah rips her lips away with a gasp. "Alex," she whispers, her fingers clutch my shoulders tightly as I slowly place two fingers inside of her. A shudder ripples down my spine as her tight flesh ripples around me. So soft and velvety that I know right then and there nothing else will ever do for me except her.
"God, baby, you're so warm," I praise quietly. I tangle the fingers of my other hand into her curls, making her keep eye contact though she's blushing so hard she's trying to avert her face. I smile at her, loving we're like this. Our hearts are free,connected. "So luscious. So worth waiting for, my love. You're worth everything…you know that?"
Her eyes flicker between mine as I press deeper, parting her flesh relentlessly. "Ohhh!" she cries out again, arching her head back as her mouth parts in pleasure.
I thrust hard, hearing the wet muted sound of my fingers working against her. I rejoice, feeling her wiggle before she bends her knees back and spreads her pretty legs even wider for me. My heart swells inside of my chest as my eyes roam her face, finally feeling connected.
The one I'd waited for and cherished was finally here for me to love.
Love.
To rest secure in the knowledge that someone who deserved everything in life was underneath me. I just want to treat her well. Make her feel good, deserve her in return.
"Alex." She moans, wetting her lips. "Ohhhh…." she cries out with her orgasm.
Her hips buck against my hand, and her fingers dig deeper. Perspiration makes her face glow dewy and soft, and her eyes are warm liquid pools of love and desire. I close my eyes for a moment as a rush of every sensation possible fills me bone deep.
God… am I worthy? I just want to be worthy of her…
I groan as her giggles mix with whimpers as she wiggles under me, trying to get away from the pleasure. Smiling with happiness, I lower my head to take her nipple into my mouth—
"Alex, wake up!"
At the sound of Sarah calling my name anxiously I startle awake, sitting straight up with my chest heaving and my aching cock tenting the blankets. I pull up a knee to hide it and scrub a hand down my face on a deep inhale that does nothing to calm me. I turn my face to her and see Sarah sitting up in bed next tome, clutching the covers to her naked chest. My eyes roam the bare expanse of her arm and her shapely shoulder that flows into her delicate collarbone, and lower to where her cleavage is barely covered. Her thick dark-brown hair is slightly mussed, and her eyes are wide on mine, letting me look as much as I want.
"Are you okay? You sounded like you were having a bad dream." She turns her face to look at the clock on the nightstand, giving me a peek of the flawless side of her breast. Fuck. "We overslept," she says simply.
I nod, feeling my heart rate start to slow, but my erection won't let up. She's too warm. Too fragrant next to me.
"I'm pretty sure we missed dinner, so we'll have to go out. The resort's restaurant has to be closed by now." Not able to help myself, my eyes lower once more down to the sheet clutched to her breasts, relishing the blush that spreads across her cheeks.
"Well, I feel refreshed. Late afternoon naps are the best!" she says with a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, clearly still feeling vulnerable after her panic attack.
