Comfort and Closeness

AYA

Alexander’s weight settled on top of me, causing me to let out a soft groan. I snuggled deeper into his side, craving the closeness, the connection. I didn’t want any space between us, and I was more than content to be enveloped by him.

The heat of the day had faded, replaced by the cool night air that kissed the windowpane. The lingering scent of lavender soap from our baths perfumed the air, adding to the intimate atmosphere.

From the other room, the faint murmur of voices reached my ears, but their words were indistinguishable. I had lost track of time, but judging by the quietness, it was probably late.

Alexander and I must have overslept. My fingers traced gentle patterns on the man entwined with me. I pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below his collarbone, savoring the closeness.

My mind stirred slowly, memories of the warm bath we shared last night surfacing. The water, the gentle soap, his fingers exploring me.

I squirmed, the memory of his thumb pressing against my clit, his thick fingers moving inside me, too vivid. I didn’t realize I was getting aroused until Alexander stilled.

He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes snapping open, a vibrant crimson.

“Aya,” he rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

It sent a shiver down my spine. His nostrils flared, and I knew he could sense my arousal.

“Hi,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

He shifted, rolling off me and gripping my hip. With a swift movement, he pulled my hips back against his. He was hard.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his body rubbing against mine.

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling his large hand running up my leg.

“Yes,” I managed to gasp out.

“So did I,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.

I arched back into him, my nightie rubbing against his thick arousal. He groaned into my hair, his hand moving to my hip, holding me in place.

“Are you already wet for me, love?” he whispered, his voice husky. “So early.”

Yes.

His hand moved from my hip, his fingers finding the hem of my nightie. He began to lift it, exposing my skin to the cool air bit by bit.

I could feel him pressing into me from behind, his breath warm against the back of my neck.

“I think your pussy is soaking for me right now,” he growled into my ear.

A shiver coursed through me, causing me to clench my thighs tighter. His fingers drew my nightie up to my waist, and I wriggled to help him.

His hand cupped my backside, moving slowly over the curve of my ass and slipping between my thighs. I parted them willingly.

A low moan escaped my lips as he slid his finger over my slit. He nipped at my earlobe, his finger trailing down to my entrance.

“Did you like my fingers inside you last night?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Y-yes,” I managed to stutter out, my heart pounding in my chest.

The scent of my arousal filled the room. He slid two fingers inside me, and I gasped as he curled them upward, his thumb pressing down on my clit.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “I love waking up to you.”

I closed my eyes, struggling to gather my thoughts as his fingers moved inside me.

“I want you, Alex, I want to feel you inside me,” I gasped out.

A low hiss escaped him, and in an instant, he flipped me onto my back and hovered over me.

My knees fell open as he shoved my nightie up to my chest, nearly ripping it off.

“Fuck, Aya,” he growled, latching onto my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

I moaned, my hands clutching his shoulders. He moved quickly, pulling back and gripping his arousal.

I watched, my arousal pooling as he stared between my legs, his hand moving up and down his length, twisting at the end.

He aligned himself with me, his crimson gaze meeting mine for a fleeting moment before he thrust inside.

He stretched me deliciously as he leaned forward, his hands on either side of my head, driving himself deeper.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and ran them down his back. He let out a low hiss, sliding into me, slow and hard.

My legs locked around his waist, and I dug my heels into the back of his thighs, gasping as he hit the right spot with every thrust.

My head fell back, and I felt his lips brushing against my throat.

“God, you feel so good,” he breathed out, his fingers tangling in my hair as his lips crashed into mine.

I held him close, my arms wound tightly around his neck, pressing him against me.

His kisses blazed a trail down my throat, each one a mix of soft licks and gentle bites.

I arched into him, his hands gliding down my body to grip my hips, and suddenly I was lifted off the ground.

He spun me around, thrusting into me with a force that pushed me against the wall, his thick arousal pinning me in place.

My arms clung to his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hips moving in rhythm with his.

With each powerful thrust, I could feel the tension building within me. His hands held my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Can you let go with me, baby?” he asked, his voice husky.

I nodded, my movements frantic.

A grunt of approval escaped Alex as he thrust into me a few more times before I shattered around him.

He groaned low in his throat, releasing himself fully inside me.

We stayed there, pressed against the wall, his lips gently kissing my throat, his fingers massaging my hips as I rode the waves of pleasure.

I let my head fall back against the wall as he pulled out of me gently. My legs found their way back to the floor.

“Aya,” he said, lifting my chin to meet his gaze, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I love you.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing myself against him. His arms immediately enveloped me.

“Now I need another bath,” I murmured into his skin.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’d be more than happy to help,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.

I grinned, pulling back slightly and shaking my head.

“I think you need to talk to your sister,” I suggested.

He grunted in response, pulling open a drawer and grabbing a pair of black pants.

I watched as he pulled them on. They were a bit short and probably too tight around his thighs, but he looked amazing in them.

He winked at me, probably because I was staring, and pulled on a crisp white shirt with a large logo on the front. He frowned at it, but it seemed like the only option.

I stifled a giggle, pushing past him to rummage through the drawer. I found a knee-length black dress that looked like it was from the 1950s, and nothing else in my size.

My panties were salvageable, so I pulled them on, but my bra had been completely ruined by the arrow.

Alexander grinned at me as I tied the bow at the back and fluffed my hair out.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured.

“I miss my earrings,” I confessed.

The fleeting sadness on his face was quickly replaced by determination.

“I’ll buy you more. I promise.”

I nodded, letting him guide me out of the room and toward the small kitchen in the cottage.