Phase Three
After that magical moment, I hopped on his back and he ran to our apartment.
Being on his back, going through the trees, and the wind in my face, I enjoyed being close to him.
A few minutes went by and I had not realized that we were at the apartment.
Alexander jumped to the 3rd floor and opened the door.
He placed me on the couch while he did whatever.
I decided to lie on the couch, and stare at the ceiling.
As I was staring, a familiar face enclosed my vision.
Alexander was looking at me with a smile, and I didn’t feel his weight come on the couch.
“What do you want?” I asked
“What makes you think that I want something?” He asked
“You have that look on your face; that face a child gives a parent when they’re out shopping and the kid has the item that they want but know they cant have.” I said to him
He continued to give me that look of a child.
I just stared at him, looking into his golden eyes.
I lifted my head and my lips touched his and I kissed him lightly.
He got the memo and kissed me back.
Our kiss got deeper with each kiss we exchanged.
Then our hands started to wonder.
Alexander’s hands moves gently up and down, from my waist up my arched back, back down to my waist and further down to my inner thigh and stayed there.
It was uncomfortable at first, but it felt good to be touch by him.
My arms were wrapped around his neck.
Then my right hand went down his chest and it slipped under his shirt, slowly lifting up.
I took my lips off his, and looked at his chest as I took off his shirt.
His abs were tight, and he was perfectly shaped.
I finished taking his shirt off and tossed it onto the coffee table.
His cold skin felt good on my over heated body.
After his shirt was off, he once again, got the memo.
He placed both hands on my slim waist and slipped them under my shirt.
I shuttered at first; the coldness of his hands startled me.
He grasped my shirt and lifted up slowly.
It reached my arms and head and he slipped the shirt right off and tossed it on the coffee table.
I was in my pink and white lace bra and him, bare chest.
All he could do was stare at me, looking up and down my body.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“Nothing. You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to see the rest of you.” He replied
He stood up and offered his hand to me and I took his hand.
He led me to the bedroom, closed and locked to door behind him.
After that magical moment, I hopped on his back and he ran to our apartment.
Being on his back, going through the trees, and the wind in my face, I enjoyed being close to him.
A few minutes went by and I had not realized that we were at the apartment.
Alexander jumped to the 3rd floor and opened the door.
He placed me on the couch while he did whatever.
I decided to lie on the couch, and stare at the ceiling.
As I was staring, a familiar face enclosed my vision.
Alexander was looking at me with a smile, and I didn’t feel his weight come on the couch.
“What do you want?” I asked
“What makes you think that I want something?” He asked
“You have that look on your face; that face a child gives a parent when they’re out shopping and the kid has the item that they want but know they cant have.” I said to him
He continued to give me that look of a child.
I just stared at him, looking into his golden eyes.
I lifted my head and my lips touched his and I kissed him lightly.
He got the memo and kissed me back.
Our kiss got deeper with each kiss we exchanged.
Then our hands started to wonder.
Alexander’s hands moves gently up and down, from my waist up my arched back, back down to my waist and further down to my inner thigh and stayed there.
It was uncomfortable at first, but it felt good to be touch by him.
My arms were wrapped around his neck.
Then my right hand went down his chest and it slipped under his shirt, slowly lifting up.
I took my lips off his, and looked at his chest as I took off his shirt.
His abs were tight, and he was perfectly shaped.
I finished taking his shirt off and tossed it onto the coffee table.
His cold skin felt good on my over heated body.
After his shirt was off, he once again, got the memo.
He placed both hands on my slim waist and slipped them under my shirt.
I shuttered at first; the coldness of his hands startled me.
He grasped my shirt and lifted up slowly.
It reached my arms and head and he slipped the shirt right off and tossed it on the coffee table.
I was in my pink and white lace bra and him, bare chest.
All he could do was stare at me, looking up and down my body.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“Nothing. You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to see the rest of you.” He replied
He stood up and offered his hand to me and I took his hand.
He led me to the bedroom, closed and locked to door behind him.
