Do you want me?
“Yes, Brad,” she whispers. “I want you.”
I reach down and brace gently on her hips, sliding my hips forward slowly. Alisha leans back, opening her thighs for me. I feel my cock pierce her and slowly sink into her hot, wet pussy, the intensity of the feeling almost more than I can bear.
A low groan escapes my lips as we join completely together, as close as two human beings can. Alisha looks up at me and smiles, and the power of her gaze, the intimacy of the moment, makes my cock even harder.
She pulls me down to her and kisses me deeply, and my body starts to tremble with need. When she writhes under me, the pleasure is so intense, it’s almost like pain.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
I don’t even think, I just grab the edge of the couch above her head and start to thrust. At first, my strokes are even, long and deep, then become frenzied and fast as my body takes over. Alisha writhes under me, grabbing my waist and shoulders as she tries to match my rhythm.
Suddenly, her legs and arms lock around me, and she grinds desperately against me, a long cry ripping out of her mouth. I feel another orgasm explode inside her, and her tight pussy spasms around my cock, her climax rippling through her and taking all the tension out with it.
Growling with need now, I put my hands on her hips and thrust hard and fast, feeling her body continuing to respond to me as I get closer to my own climax. As my cock swells inside her, Alisha moans and thrashes as she comes again, the spasms of her inner muscles perfectly matching the throbbing of my cock as it empties deep inside her.
I stay locked inside her as our bodies ripple with pleasure, waiting for my breathing to settle. When the last wave flows over me, I carefully separate our bodies and lay next to her.
As I put my arms around her, I notice her eyes are wide open, and she’s staring at the ceiling with a blank look on her face.
“Alisha?”
She doesn’t look at me—she doesn’t even blink. A bolt of fear stabs through my chest.
“Alisha, are you okay?”
She blinks, very slowly turning her face to me. I feel instant relief when I see her give a deeply satisfied smile.
“What was that?” she asks.
“That was multiple orgasms,” I chuckle. “Otherwise known as heaven.”
“Hmmm? Okay.”
She closes her eyes again, and I stroke her cheek gently, brushing her hair back. She begins to drift off with that sweetsmile still on her face, and I spoon my body against hers, content to have her in my arms, no matter what comes next.
Chapter 12 - Alisha
The next morning, both Brad and I have to hurry to go to work, but we linger in every moment. Even the light touch as we brush by each other, or when our hands accidentally bump as we reach for the sugar, feels somehow thrilling.
Brad drives me to work, and the moment we get in the car, the air of peace surrounding us starts to fray. We’ve made something wonderful between us, something real—but I know outside of this beautiful, shiny bubble, there’s a world of confusion and danger to threaten it.
I give Brad a quick kiss when he drops me off, and the smile we give each other is communication beyond words. There is still a sliver of icy fear inside me, an echo leftover from my past trauma, but it is getting thinner by the moment.
I meet Grace near the entrance, and she shows me around the main buildings. A little café that’s usually only open on weekends, plus an office and a casual room set up for staff.
“Are there actually other people here I have to meet?” I ask, looking around the room and seeing jackets, mugs, and shoes that obviously belong to different people.
“For almost every day of the year, there’s just me,” Grace says. “A couple of groundskeepers come and go. They’ll be mowing and pruning all over the place, and we don’t really run into each other much. Most weekends and on any holiday, the café and shop are open, and the place will be full of guests. On those days, we don’t really do much. It’s better if we stay out of the way of the crowds.”
“Okay,” I answer, following Grace out onto the sand pathway that runs right around the gardens. “What do we actually do each day?”
“There are several areas devoted to different types of plants,” she says. “Like roses in one sector, petunias in another. We’ll take a walk around now, and I’ll show you. Our job is to make sure the plants are healthy, the garden is neat and tidy, and to see if new plants are needed in the area. It’s good for the people who come to enjoy the garden to see different things when they come.”
We walk for some distance, with Grace detouring down side paths to take me into little meadows devoted to separate types of plants. The gardens are fenced in by low stone walls and hedges, or trees and shrubs that support the decorative plants in the courtyard itself.
Along the way, we see random people. An old man reading a book in the rose garden, a teenage girl listening to music near the hawthorn tree, and a young couple having a picnic near the daffodils.
