Fragments (36 page)

              As we stand there exploring each other’s bodies, her fingers shake and she lowers her hands on top of my vest, but I sense her tension. I can feel the inner tigress wanting to unleash, but she is hesitant.

“Take it off, Bea. I want your hands on me. I want them everywhere.”

Like a lit match, her lips become ferocious as she nips my bottom lip and then licks it. Reaching for the zip, she lowers it down quickly and tosses it far away into the direction of the lounge room, landing near the couch. We both look at the couch, then at each other, and lunge at one another while stumbling towards it. My impatience, however, wins out, and I grab her hips and shift her to the nearest wall in the lounge room. The couch can be round two.

              “Bea, I need you. This is your last chance. If you don’t want to do this …”

She slaps my chest and glares at me. “Seriously Alex? Shut the fuck up and get naked!”

“Yes, m’lady.” 

Both our hands tear at each other’s clothes. I lower the zip on her corset while I kiss and suck from her ear down her neck to her chest. As her corset is untied, it reveals her braless chest underneath and I spend a moment appreciating her naked breasts. Lifting them both, her nipples are both puckered and ready, and I lean forward and suck on one, while squeezing the other. She holds my head to her breast, while letting out a loud moan.

“Oh, my God, Alex!”

I smile as I continue to suck and massage the other with my hand, working her moans into a frenzy. Her hands reach down to the hem of my shirt and begin to frantically raise it. I let go of her breasts for a moment so she can tear my shirt off. I reach forward to resume my perusal of them, but her hands suddenly touch and trace my pecs
.
She leans in and licks my right nipple while pinching my left and I jolt unexpectedly. She grins into my chest and I feel the light graze of her teeth as she clenches down and sucks it into her mouth. She puffs a soft pop of air, causing a shiver to bathe my skin. I groan and grab the back of her hair and tilt her head back, slamming my lips onto hers. I am in need of tasting her again. I grip her hips and thrust my erection
against
her, and we both moan into each other’s mouths.

              My hands find the elastic to her skirt and I begin lowering it as I continue kissing her. Reaching the suspenders, I unclip the back clasp and then undo the stocking clasps. I resume sliding the skirt down, and when I feel it move over her behind and float to the floor, I stop, shocked, at what she is wearing. I stare at her red see-through G-string and bite my lip.

.

“This is what you had under this skirt all night?” I ask breathily.  She smiles while placing her hands on each hip, with her fingers linking under the elastic.

“Yep,” she breathes.

I smile wickedly and look at her hands. “No, Bea, allow me to unwrap my present.”

I replace her hands with mine and begin lowering the flimsy material. I’ve barely moved it before I lose patience. “Fuck it!” I tear them off.

Bea stiffens as she glares at me. “Elastic burns across my skin, Alex? Really?”

I laugh and rub her hips. “Sorry, baby, I thought it would make it quicker. I’ll make my way down here and kiss it better. But these—” I tap her boots, “—these stay on.” 

I kneel down and kiss her cute little navel. Dipping my tongue into it, I feel her shudder and I look up at her wanton face.

“Oh Bea, if that makes you shudder, I can’t wait to make you quake.”

I push her right leg up until it’s over my shoulder and tilt her pelvis into my face. There, much better. I lean into her and begin to lavish her in long licks, relishing in her taste as her hands clench into my hair. Her moans become more rapid as I continue devouring her, licking and sucking, while I insert two fingers into her tight pussy and feel her tense around me. I swirl my fingers and glide them in and out, as I press against her, igniting a full body shudder while her head tips back against the wall. Her mouth gapes as I continue to suck on her lips. She traps her bottom lip between her teeth and her face pinches. Her eyes open and clash with mine and I give her one last long lick before sucking hard on her clit. She comes, and I steady my hands on her hips to hold her as she convulses and I catch every drop on my tongue. I gently push her hips back and stand slowly, holding her as I go. Her legs stumble slightly, while her arms reach for my shoulders.

              She stares at me with a hooded gaze, a smile teasing her swollen kissed lips. I’m harder than I’ve ever been, but I won’t pursue it unless she wants me to. I’m just about to ask, when her arms surge forward to my pants and she hastily undoes the button and slides down the zip, while reaching forward and cupping me. I jostle from one foot to the other, kick off my boots, and then wrench my pants down to the floor. I look down at her as she stares up at me with a smirk on her face.

“I guess you’re happy to see me?” she asks. I grab her hand that’s against my cock and squeeze.

“I don’t know, Bea, you tell me?” I wink back at her. I reach for my wallet in the back of my pants and pull out a condom.

Her fingers graze mine as she quirks an eyebrow, “Allow me,” she winks, tearing it open, and rolling it down my length. I start counting in my head, as any sudden moves and I’m going to finish this before it’s started. She gives me a quick squeeze and my head tilts forward into her neck as I moan.

“Bea, I am on the brink … Just give me a moment.” 

She chuckles against my cheek as she challenges, “What? No stamina, old man?”

Suddenly the urge to come dissipates, and I am raring to go. “I’ll show you stamina. Hold on, my tigress.” Before her smart mouth mocks me again, I push her against the wall, then lift her legs around my waist. My lips smash into hers as I don’t wait and slam her down onto my cock.

She breaks the kiss to scream and scratch into my shoulders, while yelling, “YES!”

I grip her hips as I begin to pump hard into her and push her against the wall. Her legs squeeze tightly around me and her left arm shoots out when I angle myself to go deeper into her. She tilts back and her left arm bends and curls into her hair, and we hear a smash nearby, but we don’t stop. If anything, the sound of something breaking spurs me on, and I continue to thrust into her. Both of us are moaning, and I can’t hold on for very much longer. I feel her tense around me, and I clutch her left hip tightly while I go to move my right hand between us.

“No need,” she pants. “I’m almost …”

I grip her hip again and push her into the wall, using deep thrusts to eventually push her over.  She grips my shoulders and her fingernails tear my back. I want this moment to etch into my skin as our souls ignite and fuse. I want to always remember this moment. 

With one last thrust, the tingle climbs into my spine as my orgasm surges into her and my head buries itself into her neck. My mind clears and all I see is her. We both stand there, panting and gasping for air. I slowly raise my head and gaze into her eyes and kiss her softly, while lowering her legs onto the floor.

              We hear a gentle
crunch, crunch
by our feet as my lips release hers. Looking down, we see pieces of shattered glass from Robbie’s framed hot rod poster girl lying broken on the floor.

“Oops!” Bea giggles. “Didn’t realise I did that!”

I laugh and pull her closer to me and out of the glass. “You were too busy quaking.”

She slaps my shoulder and tucks her head into my chest, while wrapping her arms around me. We stand there for a minute, until she startles.

“Alex! We’re naked in the lounge room! Robbie could be back any moment.”

For a second I don’t care, but she’s right. The last thing he needs is to walk in on his naked sister and condom-wearing best friend. We quickly gather our clothes while Bea runs to grab the dust pan to clean up the mess. 

              I stroll into my room as I shout out, “I’ll be on my bed, waiting for you when you’re done.”

Smiling, I dump my clothes in the basket and chuck the condom in the bin. Pulling back the bed covers, I slide in naked, grinning, as I know there’s no point in putting on clothes if Bea will be here with me. I lie back against my pillow and tuck both arms under my head. With a contented sigh, my chest feels lighter than it has in years. No more hiding, no more secrets.

In a moment of full relaxation, I sigh in relief as my eyes drift closed in a relaxed slumber. I sleep content, but in the morning when I wake, the other side of my bed is empty with no trace of having Bea in it whatsoever.

“But why do your words, I have so much longed for,

Fly so far, far beyond what I can see

That, try as I may, I lose most of them?”

Purgatory XXXIII
; lines 82–85

Trice

Last night had been a culmination of all sorts, and right now my aching bones felt languid and content. But my heart? It exploded with love. The pieces that floated seemed to join and slowly fuse together. No longer fragments of my broken past.

Lying on top of my bed with my hand on my chest, I feel the fast palpitations of my heart beating rapidly against my palm. Thoughts of Alex make it accelerate, and fill my chest with a hot rush of desire. My mind, on the other hand, relishes in providing my chest with the stimuli to heat it, but it also likes to toy with me. Doubt begins to fester in my thoughts, and fear, its bitch sister, creeping in—again. I know what this is. It is love. Pure, rapid, burning, pain-in-the-ass, war-against-my-insecurities love. It is bursting through my rib cage for Alex to catch. Instead of running to him, my mind played another card, forcing me to feel what I had four years ago. The morning after, where I had been at my happiest, was short lived, as the aching sting of rejection scorned me.  The moment I left to clear the shattered mess, my mind awakened and I crippled in fear and did what I had become an expert at doing when dealing with anything remotely to do with Alex. I hid.

This raging war between my chest and mind throws me out of bed, and I quietly dress, listening for any movement from next door. So far, none. With a sigh of relief, I pick up my phone and text the girls and a few others, and invite them for brunch. Alex isn’t stupid; he knows I spent all last week avoiding him. This time, I just need the gang to fill the gap between us while I sort my head out. I know in my chest that he feels like I do, but my mind is too focused on rehashing the emptiness that I felt years ago and how I had stupidly ran into the arms of Kyle. This time, there is no one else to be a distraction. I don’t want it; I only want Alex. But the fear of him suddenly cooling off and not feeling the same, of having the distant look in his eyes, would this time destroy me. Yet if I saw love, I was petrified. Will I be his forever if he’s already mine? My mind is a fucked-up place to be.

I just need a couple of days to sort my head out, strengthen my resolve… and it was either fight or flight. Forgive or leave. My phone blinks with responses to the brunch and Hazel, who I am sure saw us last night, has worked out it was an SOS. Her reply of “So, was it at least good?” makes me laugh, my face heating up. I quickly respond with:

Too good.
 

Yes, it had been against a wall—but it was raw, edgy, and most of all, passionate. Both of us had been stuck in a hormonal drought and the dam broke. He wasn't lying when he said I'd quaked.

Shaking the lusty thoughts from my mind, I grab my bag and duck out softly to buy the brunch ingredients. I quickly jump in my car, turn the stereo on, and send a gutless text to Alex, hoping he is still asleep.

Me: Morning! Just getting ingredients for brunch. The gang is coming over. Let me know if you need anything.

As soon as I send it, I regret using the word, “need”. I am sure to get a guilt-ridden reply. My phone beeps mid-thought and I tense up as I read it. 

Alex: Cool. Looking forward to it. If you could grab some juice that'd be great.

My chest sinks in disappointment. Here I am, too chicken to face him and then annoyed that he doesn't mention last night. I am letting down feminists all over the world. Damn this stupid overactive imagination I have.

              An hour later, I drive back home, with a stomach thick with apprehension. Luckily, everyone will be here within the hour, so I have time for a quick coffee before they all arrive. Reaching the kitchen, I fill up the percolator and set it on the stove. My thoughts leave me so preoccupied that I don’t hear Alex walk up behind me. He doesn't say anything, but I feel him. Trying to remain composed, I wait for him to yell at me for not going to him last night. Instead, he reaches out and slides my hair across my back to over my other shoulder. I wait with bated breath as his finger traces the script along my shoulder blades. The low back to my tank gives his fingers easy passage to glide along my skin like silk, tracing each letter like it's his own work.