Page 3 of Baja
The kiss intensifies.
Not breaking our connection, I lift Alice off the floor, and her knees hug my hips as I carry her into the sanctuary of my room down the hall.
When the door shuts behind us, I push her back against it, and I feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. Her soft moans drive me to create more friction between us as I continue kissing her.
“Baja, please,” she begs.
“You need more, baby?” My lips trail down the side of her neck.
“So much more.”
I gently lower Alice, feeling every inch of her body against mine before her feet touch the hardwood floor. My heart races, pounding against my chest like a drum, each beat echoing the electric energy between us. I step back, captivated by her, as the silvery moonlight streams through the window, enveloping her in a soft glow. The air is thick with unspoken desire, each second stretching into infinity, charged with a raw, visceral emotion that threatens to overwhelm us both. I hone in on her lips, slightly parted and swollen from our fervent kiss.
Alice reaches between us, her fingers playing at the waistband of my jeans, my cock throbbing before she rubs the length of it, making me hiss. “Fuck.” My voice is low, filled with a primal need to make her mine. As much as I want to watchmy cock sliding into her sweet pussy tonight, I need to make this moment all about her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you more.”
Slowly, I drag my palm up her thigh and watch as her eyes close. “Look at me, Alice,” I demand as my hand travels beneath the hem of her dress. Her eyes snap open, and I hold her gaze while my fingertips slip into her panties. “Fuckin’ drenched.” I’m on the verge of losing my shit when I find her pussy slick with arousal.
“Oh, God.” Alice presses the back of her head against the door, all while keeping her eyes trained on mine. She’s seconds away from coming, and I’ve barely touched her.
“So responsive,” I murmur as I slide my fingers into her pussy and press the heel of my palm against her clit.
Her hips begin to move.
“That’s it, baby.” I encourage her to chase what she needs.
And she does.
“Baja,” she moans.
That is all the encouragement I want. Desire surges through me like a wild animal I can’t tame, the heat of her skin igniting every cell in my body as I give her what she asks for. Wanting to give her more, I drop to my knees.
Alice whimpers at the loss of my fingers. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not a fuckin’ chance.” I hook her leg over my shoulder and bury my face between her thighs. She gasps with each lap of my tongue on her clit. Alice grips my hair and digs her nails into my scalp as she arches into me, soft moans, a beautiful symphony of sounds flowing from her lips. I lose myself in pleasuring her, the taste of her pussy like a drug.
Then I move my hand up between her thighs and slip two fingers inside her again. Her gasps pull me deeper into the heat of the moment. A gnawing hunger claws at my insides, a wild beast awakens from hibernation, demanding to be sated. The beast inside me roars like a thunderstorm, a deep, primal callechoing through the hollow emptiness, urging me to feed it with anything that might quench its insatiable thirst.
“I’m close,” Alice pants, her body shaking with the need to come. I know she is close to coming undone.
I can’t get enough of her—her taste, her scent, the way she moans my name.
Suddenly, like gasoline catching fire, Alice explodes all over my tongue, and like a starved animal, I feast on what she gives me. I don’t relent until moments later when the last of her tremors fade, and her body goes lax. Slowly, I rise to my feet and reach for her, my fingertips grazing her cheek. The air between us is thick, every breath heavy, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine as I press my lips against hers, this time our kiss soft and slow.
I pull back, and my hand goes to her neck, my fingers curling gently against her skin before I rest my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. It’s just us, the weight of everything filling the silence. My voice drops low. “Come home with me.” The statement is more of a plea than a command.
There’s hesitation written all over her face before she has a chance to hide it. It’s the same guarded look I’ve seen before.
Just like that, her walls are back up.
Alice pulls back an inch, but it’s enough to feel like a mile. The battle is waging inside her, and I feel her body tighten. Her lips part, and for a second, I think she might say yes.
Instead, she turns her back to me, grips the door handle, opens it, bolts, and doesn’t look back.
I fight the urge to chase after her because I won’t force her to stay.
So I stand here, staring at the space she left behind, feeling the room’s darkness closing in around me. A weight in my chest tightens, knowing she’s afraid to trust me—maybe scared to trust herself—and as much as I understand, it rips me apart.
She’s gone, and all I’m left with is the taste of her lingering on my lips and this empty goddamn room.
