“Oof. Oh, holy fuckin
g Chrrrrriiiiiiiiist.”
Thomas’s face appears above me, an unquenchable fire in his eyes as he slips in further.
The focus in his eyes starts draining as the pleasure just mounts and fucking mounts.
The tide is already coming to another high mark.
Closing my eyes for a second, I let it build. And build.
Fuck.
I’ve never felt like this.
That’s what I want to say, but I can’t.
I can’t speak a fucking word.
We’re just letting that tide come in together as it just mounts and fucking mounts.
My body shudders only slightly with the next orgasm, although it’s even more powerful than the last.
And I’m still rendered speechless as we keep building after that.
With my next orgasm, Thomas comes as well, and the world is set on fire with brilliant, white flames around us.
We hold each other as the beautiful light of our lovemaking fades into an ethereal glow.
“Next time,” Thomas whispers, “we’ll see what else is in the bag.”
“Oh, you just wait. That was only the beginning.”
Alexis and WineBar #5
But there were problems with me and WineBar.
He made my head spin.
Half the time it was in ecstasy.
But the other half?
Rage.
He wasn’t my boyfriend. He didn’t do relationships.
He made that explicitly clear.
I kept my dignity. I told him I was a modern sort of woman. I didn’t need relationships either.
We were just enjoying each other.
We respected each other.
It was just fun.
That’s what we both said.