Alex is an actor
Alex & Jamesy at home all fictional as we like them - NC-17
"Shall we run your scene naked?”
Alex laughed, “Let’s do.” We giggled and grabbed playfully at each other all the way upstairs.
The scene was set in a terribly posh upscale restaurant. Alex’s character was hopelessly in love with the lady, who by reasons in the script, was oblivious to his feelings and her own – until his hand brushes hers on the table. The electricity between them needs to be palpable, an almost orgasmic realization, an epiphany of the genitals Alex called it. Alex told me what he wanted in the scene as we undressed and slipped under the bed covers and sat facing each other.
I am not an actor. That’s why Alex can read my face like words on a page. I had stoic courtroom lawyer demeanor as I read the lines, trying to notice the stage direction as the scene moved along. I wasn’t really paying any attention until Alex said something in a way that made me want him. My eyes snapped up to his. He moved and brushed my hand briefly. I looked there to witness the sparks that were only in my core and immediately back to his face, the instant lust registering on my face. Alex was still in character as he met my wanton gaze and leaned to respectfully kiss my cheek.
Oh no, I was having it and I quickly turned to meet his lips with mine. The kiss was so sexy that it was almost an orgasm within itself. Alex moved away whispering, “We’ll cause a scene at dinner with polite society.”
I blinked. I tried to reorient myself within my surroundings with Alex’s hard cock moving the bedclothes. I must have blushed. Alex said, “May I see you home?”
“We are home. What are you going to do with that?” I reached for his hardon.
Alex laughed, “Whatever you want, darlin’, I’ll fuck you good for showing me just how I want that scene played by the leading lady.”
“Don’t give her my Dala,” I murmured as I pulled a willing Alex onto me and Dala into me.
“You ride him beautifully, my fuckbunny,” Alex moaned as he turned us over for me to be on top.
