"No. I mean, yes, but it's perfectly okay," she replied. "I was just thinking about how interesting it is that we all have our stories and that you never know a person's story just by looking at them."
I nodded as I watched her trace a circle around the bottom of her wine glass with the tip of her finger. There was something very comforting about the motion, but the movement of her finger was also incredibly sensual. I could feel myself responding to the idea of her touch.
"What about you? What's your story?" I asked as I looked up from her finger and caught her staring at me.
"My story isn't very interesting." She laughed. "Just the usual: parents who didn't really like each other but stayed married for the sake of the kids. Teenage heartbreak, from which I actually did recover, despite feeling like I never would. Failing out of college my first semester. You know, the usual."
"I can't imagine what idiot would have ever broken your heart," I said. "But I'm kind of glad he did."
"Eh, he was a jock with a chip on his shoulder, and I was too easily impressed by his cute smile." She laughed. "Teenagers are stupid sometimes."
As she said that, I sensed a slight shift in the tone of conversation before she laughed again and turned to look for the server.
"Should we get the check and go walk around a little?" she asked, changing the topic and indicating that any further questions were off-limits for now.
We pulled on our coats and went out on to the street where a light snow was falling making the city look clean and fresh. Alex took my arm as we walked down the street toward my truck and chatted about work and the way in which all of the residents were completely worn out by the shifts they were required to work. She talked about her classes and her exams, and as we waited for the light to change, I looked down at her and smiled at the snow blanketing her hair. I reached out to brush it away, but instead leaded forward and kissed her.
Her lips were cold but soft, and I felt the familiar rush of blood as she reached up and rested her mittened hands on my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off the ground as passing cars honked their approval. Alex started laughing as I lowered her to the ground.
"I think we should take this show out of the public view, don't you agree, Mr. Connor?" She grinned.
"Where to?" I asked as I nodded in agreement.
"Well, it's either your place or mine." She shrugged and then added, "Where do you live, anyway?"
I debated about what to tell her, since I still lived in the house that Quinn and I had bought. I'd done all of the remodeling myself in the years after the fire and now it looked like something completely different than what it had back when we'd stared the overhaul.
"Over toward the West Side," I said, avoiding the issue altogether. If she continued to be a part of my life, I'd take her there and tell her about it, but right now I didn't feel like having to explain CSC on top of everything else.
"Well, then my place is closer!" she said as she reached down and scooped up a handful of snow and tossed it at me. The light flakes broke apart in mid air and showered us both with a dusting of snow making Alex laugh again.
Back at her place, we picked up where we'd left off almost as soon as we'd shed our coats. The feeling of Alex's body pressed against mine was almost more than I could bear as I cupped her round bottom with both hands and kissed her harder and deeper. I could feel her fingers running through my hair as she parted her lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. The intensity of our kiss made my pulse race, and suddenly I felt light headed.
"Alex," I groaned into her lips as she ran her hands down my chest.
"Mmm hmmm," she hummed as she took my bottom lip between her teeth and lightly bit it. Anything I was going to say flew out of my brain as her hands continued their downward descent.
I found the hem of her dress and quickly pulled it over her head, inhaling sharply as I saw that she was wearing a black lace bra and panties. With her blonde hair falling down over her shoulders, she looked like a fantasy. I yanked off my shirt and pulled her against me, but she pushed me back as she looked up with a wicked grin on her face and unzipped my jeans.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I stepped out of my pants and ran my fingers through her hair.
"Are you?" She smiled. All I could do was nod my head as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again. The feeling of her bare skin against mine was almost more than I could handle, and it wasn't long before she'd pushed me back down onto the couch where she straddled my lap as she undid her bra and then pressed her soft, beautiful breasts against my lips one after another.
She moaned softly as I teased each nipple with my tongue before sucking them until they were both engorged and stiff. As I slid my fingers between her legs and teased her through the sheer fabric, her moans grew louder and more insistent. When she suddenly stood up, I was surprised and wondered if she'd changed her mind, but when she quickly walked across the room and opened a paper bag then returned holding a familiar blue box, I smiled.
"We have to be protected." She smiled as she tore open one of the packets before slipping out of her panties. She gave me a sexy smile as she asked, "Don't you want to lose those boxers?"
"Oh, yeah!" I replied as I quickly shed my underwear and watched her kneel in front of me so she could roll the small ring of latex down over my thick erection. After a moment, she giggled and looked up at me.
"I was trying to be cool, but I'm not doing this right." She sighed. "Help me?"
"Gladly." I grinned as I took over. A few seconds later, I pulled her back onto my lap and held my breath as she grabbed my shaft and positioned it at the edge of her warm opening. I could hear her softly humming as she stroked herself with the tip of my now throbbing erection before she dropped down and took me deep inside in one swift motion.
I almost climaxed as I felt her tight
warmth enveloping me, but she sat completely still and let me regain my composure as she kissed my jaw and ran her tongue over my ear. The sensation was incredible, and I could feel her beginning to rock back and forth as she slipped a hand between us and began to stroke herself.
"Oh God, Alex," I groaned as I felt her tighten and release. She smiled and kissed me again as she began to rock a little harder and faster. I could feel her rising up and then dropping down again, and the motion combined with the pulsing of her inner walls was more than I could bear.