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I slipped in a second finger, later followed by a third finger into her, circling the opening of her cunt as she twitched and clenched, her body pleading for more. My fingers kept a steady pace, not doing any one thing for too long, never letting her get too sensitive, but in no rush to make her come. Her hips ground shamelessly against my fingers as I worked her into a frenzy.
I curled my three fingers deep into her dripping pussy, pressing up and into the perfect spot to unravel her, making her finally cry out.
A loud moan exited her
mouth, and she slumped on the bed. I looked down at her
“Alexander.” she breathed out, smiling.
I marveled at her beauty, her hair splayed out on the mattress, and her body flushed pink.
“I think you could help with that massive erection of yours.” She said quietly, but I pulled away. I could see how exhausted she was. Her eyes were blinking slowly, and she looked like she could fall asleep any second.
“This was about you. I can take care of myself.” I said.
“Are you sure?” She mumbled, slumber already pulling her under. Her sleepy appearance made her look adorable.
“I’m sure.” I kissed her hair and went to the bathroom to take care of my erection.
“Alexander?” She called out when I reached the bathroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for today.” She flashed me a sleepy grin before her eyes closed, and her mouth slackened as she finally succumbed to fatigue.
Tony’s words rang through my head as I watched her slip. She looked peaceful after the day’s events, and her serene appearance filled me with joy.
Did I love her? I glanced back at her. It seemed I did.
Chapter 23
Aryana
Amonthhaspassed.It's been nothing but peace and tranquility. The day after my dad visited, Alexander and I were immediately relocated. It was nice seeing my dad again. It was a shame that we wouldn't be able to see each other again until everything settled down and the war between Alexander's Family and the Saconnes was no more. It had been so peaceful that I had momentarily forgotten the situation that had led to Alexander and me being here.
Our month-long stay in our new hideout had been enjoyable so far. My relationship with Alexander was going smoothly. There were no more disputes between us like in the beginning. The only conflicts we had were small and most playful. If we had any disagreements, they would be resolved almost immediately. It was crazy when comparing our relationship at the beginning to the present.
We practically disliked each other. Well, maybe we didn't despise 'each other.' It was more of a situation we disliked, and as a result, we took out our frustrations on each other, blaming the other for it. On my part, I hated how my life had to be suspended and involved in mafia matters because of who my baby daddy was, resulting in me leaving my life behind to go into hiding. On Alexander's part, he was angry with having to leave his father and his men behind in their war with the Saconnes.
Alexander and I had spoken about it when we got closer. We had finally gotten over our misgivings about each other, but it had taken much work, from ignoring each other, veiled insults and shouting, to finally communicating.
The journey hadn't been easy, but we were finally sailing on smoothly. After getting our heads out of our asses, it was amazing to see how well we fit together, like two jigsaw puzzles slotting into each other perfectly. We played together, cracked jokes, had deep conversations, and let's not forget about the sex. The sex was amazing! But I found one thing more charming than sex: the pillow talks we usually had after it.
It was soothing to just lay down and talk about random things while being embraced by Alexander. I hadn't been much of a cuddler until I met him. I don't know if his strong arms made me feel safe, but I found them comforting and wanted to be in them more often. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones acting up. I wasn't sure, but I didn't mind it, especially when he liked holding me as much as I did.
Sometimes, we didn't even need to have sex beforehand. We sleep in the same room together now. Every so often, before falling asleep, we would find different topics to converse about, just like now.
I was currently lying in his arms. There was no sex, but it was still intimate. Secretly, I enjoyed this non-sexual intimacy the most.
"What made you decide to study psychology?" Alexander asked as he slowly ran his fingers up and down my back. My head was resting on his firm chest. The repetitive motion was very soothing.
"Remember what I told you about my childhood?"
Alexander hummed.
"When I was older, old enough to think about what had happened to me, I was perplexed. How was it that my mother, who carried me for nine months, treated me like dirt, but two people who didn't even know me at all, showed me more love in a week than she had in my entire life? It was something that I had often wondered about. My biological father was barely in the picture. He left us too. He and my biological mother were always having shouting matches. Why did they get together if they didn't like each other? Why did they have me? Why did they have a child if they were not compatible with one another? Or did their problems start after I was born?"
As I was speaking, Alexander slid his right arm under my body before reaching up to play with my hair. I could tell that he did so to offer me solace. My body melted further into his arms because of his intentions. I was no longer bothered about the past. I was very grateful for it because then I wouldn't have met my loving adoptive parents and maybe…I wouldn't have met Alexander. As rocky as our relationship initially was, I wouldn't change it for anything.
