We stay like that for a long time, our bodies lost in an ocean of pleasure, and then I just roll to the side, breathing so hard that I can’t even speak.
“This was…fucking amazing,” he whispers after a long time, turning to me and laying one hand atop my right breast, his fingers gently caressing my sensitive nipple.
“It was better than that. So much better.”
“So, this beats being a workaholic, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does,” I laugh, allowing the hand I have on his chest to go down his body; it only stops when I find his hard twelve-inches, all of his length already waiting for me again. “I guess you’ll turn me into a sex addict instead.”
“Challenge accepted,” he grins, pulling me into his naked body and kissing me again.
Challenge accepted, indeed.
Alexis and WineBar #10
It was lunch time when WineBar came back into San Francisco and I met him at the Hog Island Oyster Company.
He ordered me tequila and got himself a Tito’s on the rocks.
And he handed me a key.
“It’s to our new house in Miami,” he said. “I rented it and we can move there temporarily while we look for a place.”
I was stunned.
“But my parents live here,” I said. “They’re getting older. My family lives here. I have to live here.”
WineBar and I had talked about this before. I’d told him how I needed to be around my family.
Family was everything to me.
My aunts and uncles—many of them worked two jobs just to make ends meet. They couldn’t afford daycare.
I’d been babysitting my little nieces and nephews for a while.
I couldn’t just back out of that.
I had to stay.
“Don’t you want to be with me?” he asked, getting angry.
“I do. But can’t you stay here? Is Miami that important?” I asked, tears falling freely.
“It’s my life that’s over there!”
“What about it always being me?” I whispered.
WineBar was silent.
We stared at each other. Mascara was rolling down my cheeks.
And he came over and hugged me.
Kissed the top of my head.
Then without a word, he turned around and walked away.
Allana