Chapter 6: Tainted Love

Alexia's POV

his mind is made up, and i smile.

he takes a breath as i pull his zipper down.

my fingers move easier than his on my bra clasp.

he figures it out, as do i.

we have the same amount of layers on now.

our shoes are lost somewhere else in the room.

our socks under the sink somewhere, not like we care.

i turn around and stand facing the shower.

He is facing me.

i slide the black thong down slowly.

it glides down the length of my legs and drops to the floor, and i turn my head slightly trying to judge his reaction.

he steps forward and i step into the shower, the hot water instantly warms me.

i close my eyes and run my figners through my hair, pushing it backwards, few strands still hanging around my face and in my eyes.

i feel his arms go around my waist.

i lean my head backwards and it rests against his shoulder.

our backwards twist is short and simple, i turn and face him.

I pull him into the water, he seems cold anyways.

i'm wet now, in more ways than one.

pressed against him, my arms around him.

our height difference is perfect.

its all so perfect.

i breathe in the steamed up air and close my eyes, kissing him again.

His voice is raspy against my neck, the hairs on my body tingling with excitement.

“Hold on, I have something for you,” I giggle, enjoying as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, while I free myself from his reach, rubbing my arms at the sudden wave of cold that struck me, while I ambled towards the cabinet under the bathroom sink.

Picking up the item and walking back to him, I place the bottle in his palms, a sly smile plastered on my face.

“Use this,” I explain, squeezing a generous amount of the content on his palms.

Catching up with my words, he runs his palms which is soaked in oil, over my body.

His hands are in a million places, I'm wet and hot.

my hands will wrap around him.

i bite my lip and look at him with large eyes.

i take one hand and run it through his wet hair.

hes perfect for me, i pray im perfect for him.

i want him and need him, and i express it in actions.

fuck the rules, fuck my life.

fuck me.

i whisper his name, attempting to torment him further.

"i need this." i smile at him, one hand wrapped around him.

i enjoy being with him too much, i enjoy his innocent torment as we go one step further.

i take his hand and place it gently underneath me, guiding him slowly.

he knows what to do, but has never tried it.

hes fine, i accept everything and anything and i kiss him deeply.

i take a deep breath one his finger is inside of me, my lungs reaching out for solid air.

minuets pass, my breathing stays contiously ragged.

our lips dont seperate.

my body is soaked, water drops run over my face and stick in my eyelashes, my hair is soaking and hanging in my eyes.

now comes the part i enjoy.

i pull away from him, i bet he wonders about my next move.

I kneel on the soaking wet floor of the shower.

i'm level with his dick.

i bet he's embarrassed, but i dont want him to be.

I want him to relax.

i put my hand into his.

I lean forward and close my eyes.

i don't see, but he closes his eyes too.

his dick is warm against my tongue.

i try to open my mouth wider, i'm not really a pro at this, and i'd hate to bite.

i vow to myself not to gag, and i push myself further.

the stopping point arrives, id rather not gag with it in my mouth anyway.

i pull backwards and twirl my tongue against the head.

he feels awkward, i feel confident.

im hoping hes at least enjoying it.

which i know he is beneath his embarassment.

i cant stand it.

i need the force, i need the pressure.

i need this.

i stand up and put on the sluttiest expression yet.

then i demand my intentions.

"put it in me."

i say it so matter of factly, i almost want to laugh at the sudden demand that came out of my own mouth.

he looks startled, almost.

i press against him and lower my voice to a whisper.

"please, i want you so much."

is that enough to change his mind?

we are risky, we are horny, we are wet.

its enough.

a position needs to be agreed upon.

so i decide for us.

i lay down on the large floor of the shower, the water running beneath me.

chills go up my spine.

this is actually happening.

i want to taste him.

i want to feel it against my tongue.

i lean backward and take the tip of his dick against the front of my tongue, licking the underside.

and i swallow this foreign substance that my body does not recognize nor want, but i know this is how its going and theres no changing it.

i lick my lips and delicately smile at him.

"what do you think" i say in his ear, after we stand.

he feels awkward, his vocie is shot and his throat dry.

he gets out a raspy "wow."

and thats all i need.

he doesnt want me to kiss him, but i do.

closed-mouth, delicately.

sensitive and gentle.

i look up at him, my eyelashes heavy with water.

there will be an awkward pause, and a laugh from me.

and i will tell him the flat truth.

"i love you."

and whether he feels this too or does not, i don't care.

“i’m sorry but Alexia you're killing me,” he groans against my neck, causing me to squirm beneath him.

“I …I don't get what you mean, Mateo,”

“I mean all this,” he pulls away from me. My heart breaking into a million pieces at his gesture.

“You could barely look me in the eye during the meeting time, you adjourned the meeting without proper reason and now this….” he paused, glaring at me with an expression I couldn't seem to pin point.

“And now what, Denzel?” I ask, standing on my feet, preventing the tears from escaping my eyelids.

“This Alexia,” the tone of his voice was loud be he was pointing at my unclad body. “You are trying to avoid this issue by offering this, really now has it gotten to this extent?”

“Go straight to the point Denzel. What exactly are you implying?”

“That you are offering sex on the cold bathroom floor. That is cheap and definitely not the Alexia I know, this is not the woman that raised me”

“So you're saying that I'm cheap, Denzel?”

“At this point, I don't really know, I think I need some time to think about all these things,”