The Scarlet and the..... Grey? Part Seven
As
soon as Jolie closed the door behind Alistair and Alex, Tim was right behind
her, kissing her roughly, his hands roaming underneath the thin silk of her
robe. Jolie moaned as he twisted a nipple, the pleasure almost unbearable now.
She kissed him back hard, a hand struggling with his pants. Tim's breathing was
rough and irregular now, lust having built up all the time that Alistair and
Alex had been there.
"I...
want... you..." he whispered harshly in Jolie's ear, as his hand slid her
silk robe to one side, displaying her sinewy body to his urgent attentions.
She
moaned loudly as his long fingers worked their way down her taut belly, brushing
the triangle of hair between her legs insistently. Jolie was intensely aroused
by now, surprised at Tim's newfound dominance. She opened her legs wide and
grasped Tim's hand, placing it where she desperately needed to feel it.
Tim
moaned as he felt how wet and ready she was, as Jolie slid his pants to the
floor. Still in the hallway, Tim pushed Jolie up against the front door as she
removed his boxer shorts. Her hand closed around his thick shaft and squeezed,
her fingers running lightly over the top of its engorged head before gently
licking her dampened fingers. Tim pushed her shoulders back against the door and
kissed her roughly as his hand plunged in between her legs again, renewing his
assault on her wetness.
She
moaned as his fingers methodically rubbed at her clitoris before lifting her off
her feet and impaling her on his hard shaft, pumping away hard as he kissed her
passionately. Her back was thumping hard against the door in time with his
thrusts, and the pain and pleasure were getting too much for her.
"Tim…
the bedroom... through there..."
She
pointed to a door on the left of the hallway. Dutifully, Tim carried her through
and laid her down onto the bed.
Immediately,
Jolie tried to get the upper hand.
"Oh
no you don't... I'm in charge this time..."
He
pushed her back onto the bed and turned her over, entering her from behind as
she screamed with pleasure. Tim's hands grasped her slim bottom as he pumped
further and further into her until, with one final scream, she came hard. Tim
was not far behind, spilling his seed into her as she thrashed around on the
bed. As they recovered, she rolled over and smiled deliciously.
"Hardly
the romantic time I imagined, but it was good... very good..."
************
Alex
dropped her coat on the living room floor, too tired to even think about picking
it up and hanging it behind the door. Alistair closed the door quietly and
followed Alex over to the sofa, after hanging both of their coats up. Tenderly,
he kissed her neck, rubbing her shoulders and pulling her into him.
"Seems
to me like you could do with a little relaxation… mind if I help?"
Alex
smiled weakly at him.
"Only
if you promise to turn off your bloody phone this time!"
Alistair
took his phone out of his pocket, turned it off, and dropped it onto a small
table next to the sofa. Taking her small face in his hands, he kissed her, a
gentle, slow, soul kiss that said everything and nothing. Pulling back for a few
seconds, Alistair turned on the CD player and hit "random", making
sure the volume was low.
Alistair
kissed Alex slowly, taking his time, enjoying the taste of her mouth and the
feel of her body next to his. Alistair traced Alex's face with his long fingers,
touching her eyelashes, lips, forehead. He gazed deep into her eyes as he kissed
her lightly, his lips barely brushing hers. Alex held her breath as this tender
assault on her senses continued. She reached up and entwined a hand in
Alistair's hair, softly pulling him a little closer and deepening the kiss.
Alistair
moaned softly as Alex gently slipped her tongue inside his mouth, probing,
tasting. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, his strong hands
roaming over her back as the passion intensified. Alex took Alistair's hand and
led him into the bedroom. More polished floors, accented by white walls and a
massive cast iron bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted next to her,
signalling Alistair to join her. Slowly, he smiled and shook his head.
"Aren't
we forgetting something," and he left the room.
He
returned a couple of minutes later with the bottle of white wine he had brought
with him and two glasses. Pouring a glass for each of them, he passed one to
Alex.
"I
want to take it slowly tonight, I want to make love to you... I really want it
to mean something this time...."
Alex
put a finger to his lips, followed by a soft kiss.
"It
meant something last night and this morning too, Alistair..."
She
kissed him again, her mouth sweet with wine, and he responded tenderly, the
feelings of 15 years coming out at last.
Slowly,
Alistair moved his hands down Alex's arms, down to her waist. He pulled her top
slowly over her head, then started to gently kiss her entire upper body,
starting with her neck. Alex loosened Alistair's rugby shirt from the waist of
his jeans, her tiny hands running all over his torso, playing with his nipples.
Alistair pulled his shirt off and dropped it onto the floor, pulling Alex in
close and kissing her long and slow.
Tantalisingly
slowly, he undid her bra, letting her breasts fall free. He started kissing her
neck, slowly working his way downwards until he reached her breasts. He gently
kissed each breast in turn, taking time to kiss and suckle gently on her
nipples. Alex was moaning softly now, desperately wanting Alistair to satisfy
her.
Gently,
Alistair pushed Alex down onto the bed, lying next to her, stroking her entire
body. He lifted her hips off the bed and removed her trousers and black lace
panties, and kissed his way down her legs to her feet. Standing up, Alistair
removed his jeans and boxer shorts, turning around and giving Alex a good view
of his small, tight bottom as he fetched his glass of wine.
Alex
sat up as he passed his glass to her and she took a small sip, savouring the
tart dryness of the wine. Alistair drank what remained in the glass, then
started to roll the chilled glass over Alex's gently rounded belly. She gasped
at the cold. Alistair reached over to the table and got the wine bottle. He
dribbled a tiny drop of wine over Alex's breasts, and slowly licked it off.
She
was writhing now, almost out of control, when Alistair slid down the bed and
buried his face between her legs. Alex began to whimper as he satisfied her with
his tongue, and wriggled out from underneath him. Alistair looked at her in
surprise.
"What's
wrong?"
He
looked hurt and confused. Alex rushed to his side to kiss him.
"Alistair,
it's fantastic, but I want to do something for you too... turn around..."
Perplexed,
he did as he was told, and Alex slid in underneath him so that she could take
him in her mouth at the same time as he pleasured her with his mouth.
Alistair
moaned in the back of his throat as Alex carefully sucked and licked, careful to
be gentle. Both of them were approaching orgasm fast. They uncoupled, and
Alistair lay gently on top of Alex, slowly pushing himself all the way into her.
Slow, deliberate thrusts were punctuated by small moans and grunts, Alex pushing
her hips up to meet Alistair. He leaned in to kiss her passionately as they came
together, a huge wave crashing down on both of them.
Holding
her close, Alistair murmured quietly in Alex’s ear.
“That
was worth waiting fifteen years for.”