A few weeks later, we are standing on the threshold of our newly refurbished apartment with my hands covering Alexis’ eyes.
“Are you ready?” I ask, drawing out the unveiling of the renovations.
She urges me forward. “Yes! Yes! Come on, let’s go in.”
Releasing one hand from her eyes, I turn the handle on the door, opening it for us to walk inside. “Keep them closed until I say, alright?”
She huffs. “Yes, okay, you are such a control freak.”
“And your problem is?”
“Bryce Edward Clar—“
“Okay, okay,” I chuckle, while holding her back against my front and slowly shuffling us along the entryway of the apartment. Leaning down, I slowly and softly whisper into her ear. “You can open them, my love.”
I tilt my head around to get a clearer view of her reaction, seeing her eyelids flutter and the expression on her face morph from anticipation to amazement. It’s not as if she had no idea what the newly refurbished apartment was to look like. Because she did, after all, help redesign it. I guess that seeing it in the flesh for the first time, together with the extra little bits and pieces I’ve organised without her knowledge, is the cause of her happy astonishment.
She steps forward and gazes over the lounge area. “Oh, Bryce, it’s...it’s...wow! It’s wonderful.”
The layout of the apartment is still relatively the same, except now there is no step down into the lounge. Alexis wanted to minimise as many steps as possible, considering a rolling, then crawling, then walking little person was on their way. The other noticeable change is the softer colour palette throughout the lower level, and the now child-friendly furniture—no sharp, sleek lines or edges.
Where there had been greys, whites, blacks and deep blues, there are now creams, beige, fawn and chocolate browns. I’d arranged for new family photographs to be enlarged, framed, and displayed on the walls, together with replica cushions of the ones Alexis went a little cuckoo over when she left Rick. I’d even arranged for some Twister carpet to be laid in my new recording studio, which was no longer really fitting to be labelled a ‘recording studio’. You see, it is now a larger room containing many new toys. Not man toys...but child toys, including the carpet.
Before Alexis has a chance to move further into the apartment, I seize her hand gently and spin her around, stepping her backward until she’s stopped against the entryway wall—my prurient intentions now made clear by the pressing of my raging hard-on against her hip.
“I believe we need to break in this freshly rebuilt wall,” I suggest seductively, pinning her arms above her head and grazing my lips across her ear.
Thoughts of the first time I had her pressed to this very spot flit across my mind, and it’s obvious to me that I want her now just as much as I wanted her then...probably even more.
She takes in a sharp breath, pushing her plump breasts into my chest before exhaling slowly. “What did you have in mind?” she purrs.
“I think a complete re-hash...” I murmur as I lightly lick the crook of her neck. “...of our first time together is a good start.”
“Start?” she questions, her voice still low and sexy. “We have to pick up the kids from school soon, Bryce,” she adds, lacking conviction.
Pulling away from her, I look up to my watch then lean back in, stopping only centimetres from her mouth. “There’s a lot I can do to you in the space of an hour,” I say as I watch her lips and how she has no control but to moisten them with her tongue.
“Good,” she smiles. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Not wanting to waste any time, I slide my tongue into her mouth, relishing her luscious warmth and silky feel. An uncontrollable growl resonates from within me, intensifying our fervour and increasing my need to bury myself inside her. To say I’m completely attuned to her body’s needs is an understatement. I know what she wants...likes...needs.
Now feeling her legs weaken, I release one of her hands and hold her hip to steady her. Almost instantly, her newly freed hand finds the back of my head. The tightened grip on my hair fucking exhilarates me.
“Would you like sex up against the wall again?” I ask on a whisper.
“Yes, I’m fucking thirsty.”
I pull away, entertained by her response. Obviously, I was not referring to one of our favourite cocktails, the one which inspired this passionate position in the first place.
She notices my paused state, giggles, and pulls me back in for a kiss. “I’m kidding,” she mumbles. “Now, get on your knees. If memory serves me correctly, you were all about tasting not admiring.”
I shake my head at her sassiness and begin to unbutton her silk blouse, finding her perfect breasts with my hands. Kneading them with heightened hunger, I allow my fingers to massage the plump flesh right before pulling down the cup of her bra and taking her nipple into my mouth. The soft peak hardens at my touch, eliciting my desperate urge to flick it with my tongue.
A sharp, uncomfortable, yet fucking sensational ache ripples through my head as she suddenly grips my hair and tugs ferociously, indicating her approval of my tongues use.
“You like that?” I murmur around her wet nipple.
“Uh huh.”
“What else do you like?”
Her hands glide down my shirt as she makes her way to my belt, their journey south such a turn-on. She finds the buckle and, wasting no time in unlatching it, has my cock in her hands within in seconds. “This...I like this,” she answers.
Taking a step back and stepping out of my own pants, I hungrily take in her gorgeous pregnant form. Her swollen belly is so fucking beautiful that it has my dick twitching with excitement, knowing that in mere seconds my hands will be caressing what I see in front of me.
I raise my eye line to her chest. The rhythmic rise and fall has me intoxicated, together with her eyes which have now become heavy with desire. It is almost the exact same look she pierced me with the first time we were in this position.
“You still, and always will, fucking take my breath away,” I say as I cup her cheek.
She turns in to my hand and closes her eyes, and it’s this small sign of pure love that has me dropping to my knees before her.
Alexis’ hands find my hair, the corners of her mouth lifting in a provocative grin.
“You want me to taste you, don’t you? To run my tongue in between your legs while you tug on my hair?”
“Yes,” she breathes out. “Yes, I do.”
Grabbing my head, she threads her fingers through my hair and coaxes me forward, her yearning desperation now eagerly prompting me to spread her legs and nudge her clit with my nose.
Alexis sucks in a breath and then exhales. “Oh, Bryce,” she breathes, as her head drops back against the wall. “Yes, I do want that. I want it now.”
Sliding my tongue out, I drag it across her soft skin, sampling her already aroused pussy, the taste—fucking delightful. I could eat her slowly all day, the taste of her at the tip of my tongue—sensational.
Her fingers dig into my scalp in response, and at the same time my grip tightens on her hips. I swirl my tongue and coax her hips to roll against my mouth. She obliges and lifts her leg, draping it over my shoulder, prompting me to increase my tongue’s ferocity as it laps and flicks at her. I could seriously devour her sweet flavour for hours. Listen to her pant for hours. I could, quite simply, stay like this for hours.
