Friends to Lovers (An “It Was Only a Matter of Time” fic) - Alexia x Reader
Warnings: Explicit content. Minors DNI.
If you haven't read It Was Only a Matter of Time yet, I'd highly encourage you to read that first. This takes place between ficlet 1 and ficlet 2.
Alexia made it exactly 3 hours after you arrived in Ibiza. You'd landed a day after everyone else and so when you walked into the rental house, everyone was already outside enjoying the pool and recovering from a hangover from the night before. You saw Alexia in her bright red bikini sitting on the edge of the pool with Vir, talking. You'd texted her to let her know you were on your way from the airport and had gotten a string of hearts and kissy face emojis in response.
It was like she sensed you. As soon as you walked out of the house, her eyes snapped to you, and she faltered in her conversation. You awkwardly waved at her. This was the first time you two were seeing each other since the morning she left for Barcelona. And it was true, you had talked every day. But seeing her, here in the flesh, was so different from seeing her through a screen. You were less sure of yourself here. You didn't know if you could just rush to her and haul her into a hug. You didn't know if you should approach with a small kiss. You didn't know what steps to take to not make a fool of yourself in front of Alexia.
As if she could see the turmoil on your face, she stood, carefully walking along the edge of the pool towards safer ground. And then sprinted. Full force. Right into you. You had enough wherewithal to brace before she slammed into you, and were glad when you managed to stay upright.
"You made it!" she said, squeezing her arms around your shoulders, grin massive on her face.
"Hi, babe," you sighed into her neck, keeping your arms locked tight around her waist. She smelled incredible, like that rose body wash she had always preferred. Not like a girl who had been sitting, baking, out in the Spanish sun for hours.
She pulled back just enough to take your face in her hands and kiss you. You moved in perfect sync with each other. Her pushing, you pulling. As her tongue explored your mouth, you were both hit with freezing cold water. You jerked away from her.
"What the hell?" You glared at Leila, who was standing next to you holding an empty cup.
"Get a room," she tossed out.
"If you say so," Alexia said. She held out her hand to you, and when you took it, lacing your fingers together, she led you into the house. "Is this yours?" she asked pointing at the suitcase by the front door. You nodded and she took it in her other hand, rolling it behind her. "I'll show you where you're sleeping." The two of you walked through the house and down a flight a stairs, coming to a door at the end of the hall. She pushed opened the door and stepped through with you.
There was a beautiful view of the ocean from the room. You took in the simple room around you - the king size bed, small side tables, the large mirror in the corner propped against the wall, and a few bags, already sitting in the opposite corner.
"I figured we could share a room. I hope you don't mind," Alexia said nervously.
You obviously didn't mind sharing a bed with Alexia. The two of you had shared beds hundreds of times over the year. You were also logical enough to know that you and Alexia would probably end up having sex on this trip. Sharing a room, sharing a bed, wasn't something you were concerned about.
But it was the way Alexia was looking at you. Nervously, like she wasn't sure if she had overstepped some unspoken boundary. Your favorite little crease was forming between her eyes as she watched you.
Not wanting her worry to drag on, you brought your linked hands up to your lips and pressed a kiss to her fingers. "Wouldn't have it any other way," you said, looking at her over the top of clasped hands. "Here, let me," you said gently, gesturing towards your bag. Taking it from her, you put it on the bed and unzipped it. You'd packed your swimsuits on top, knowing today was a pool day.
"I'll wait outside," Alexia said.
You didn't say anything, just let her go. You weren't shy, and the both of you had been in locker rooms with each other for years. But things were different now. Maybe that meant the rules were different too. You didn't think too hard about that. There was time to figure all that out still. A lifetime if you had your way.
You changed quickly into the emerald green bikini you had bought for this trip. It left very little to the imagination, leaving all your muscles on perfect display. Looking at yourself one more time in the mirror, you shut your suitcase and moved it off the bed.
Alexia was leaning back against the wall waiting for you when you stepped out into the hall. One of her long legs was bent, her foot resting against the wall under her. She let her eyes slowly work up you, taking in every detail that was now on full display. Your body had changed since you'd moved to England. Where before you were skinny, now your muscles had filled out. You no longer looked like a kid but had become a woman.
"This might be the best swimsuit you've ever worn," Alexia said.
"Thanks. It's new." You reached out to touch her hip. "Ready to go back to the pool?"
"In a minute." She looked up at you expectantly, waiting for you to catch the hint that she wanted another kiss. Smiling at her, you leaned down, letting your lips find hers. But only for a second.
"Last one to the pool has to make the bed all week," you said quickly, running in the direction of the pool.
"Cheater!" Alexia yelled, running after you.
You let Alexia win, grabbing her around the waist and canon-balling into the pool with her. She came up, sputtering and pushing her wet hair out her face. You grinned at her, your face already hurting from how wide your smile was.
"You asshole!" She pushed your shoulder and when you just laughed in response, she went for your head, dunking you under the water.
You took the opportunity while you were down there to graze your fingers over her thighs. She let you go almost immediately and you floated back to the top.
"Even?" you asked.
She just nodded at you, eyes wide, mouth slightly slack.
"You want something to drink?" you asked, swimming to the side and hoisting yourself out of the pool. You glanced down at Alexia and found her staring. "Babe? You want a drink?
Alexia dunked her head back under the water for a moment. When she came back up, she closed her eyes, tipping her head back to sweep her hair off her face. "I'll take a beer," she said, not opening her eyes yet.
"You got it." You went in search of the cooler. You found it tucked away in a shaded spot of the patio. Opening it, you dug around, looking for something you knew Alexia would like.
"Y/L/N," Vir said.
"Vir, hi. How you doing?"
"Better now that Ale is better." There was something sharp in the way she said it.
You grabbed the two beers and straightened, closing the lid of the cooler. "We cool?" you asked cautiously.
"We will be if you never break her again."
Your heart pounded in your chest. Tears burned the back of your eyes, an immediate response that you had no control over. Thinking about the last year, your heart hurt. For yourself and for Alexia. You both had wasted so much time. Had hurt each other so much.
"I love her, Vir. She's it for me." You looked across the patio, where Alexia had pulled herself out of the pool and was laying on a chair next to Leila. "I'll never break her again," you said with as much conviction as you could muster when your heart was in your throat. "At least on purpose. Because if I do, it'll break me too."
Satisfied with that, Vir nodded and left you standing there. You took a minute to yourself. The year without Alexia had been such a dark time for you. You had survived, finding people in London that you cared for deeply. But no one had filled the Alexia-shaped hole that was ingrained in your soul. No one could ever fill that hole other than Alexia. She'd been it for you since you were teenagers and now that you had her, you weren't ever letting her go.
Not intending on wasting any time, you went back over to her, pulling a chair closer to her. You held the beer bottle out to her. "Here you go."
She smiled at you, taking the bottle. Studying your face, she scrunched her eyebrow and reached out to rub a hand over your shoulder. You knew how tight it probably felt. "Everything okay?"
You looked at her, taking in everything about her face. The way the crease on the left side of her smile was deeper but longer on the right side. The way her eyes held yours, waiting for you, nothing but gentleness and kindness in those big beautiful brown eyes. The way her smile started to falter the longer you sat there, not saying anything. How had you ever let this break? This woman knew every bit of you and had shown up every day for you.
"All good, gorgeous," you finally managed. You dropped a kiss to her collarbone. "Ready to get this vacation going," you said easily. You turned in your chair, stretching out your legs in front of you.
"You're too far," she whined. Instead of waiting for you to move, she put a hand under your chair and pulled it towards her until your chairs were right next to each other, no space left between you. People shouted across the patio at her for causing such an abrupt loud noise.
"Well alright then," you said with a small laugh. You tipped your head back, letting it rest against the chair and closed your eyes, intending on taking a nap.
You made it 5 minutes. A hand landed on your leg. Your eyes snapped open and you looked down. Slowly, torturously slowly, it slid toward the middle of your thighs. Alexia's hand stopped just short of where you wanted her, just pushing on the boundaries of what their friends would likely tolerate from them. You glanced at her, eyes wide, but she was completely engrossed in her conversation with Leila. When her fingers flexed into your thigh, you bit back a groan. You adjusted your hips, trying to squeeze your thighs together without drawing any attention. You needed to relieve some of the pressure that was so quickly building. You saw the corner of Alexia's lip turn up into a smirk.
You barely registered Leila stand up, your mind hyper-focused on the hand between your legs. Alexia turned her body towards you, dragging her hand across the top of your thigh to rest in the space between you.
"Ale, what are you doing?" you whispered.
"Nothing," she said innocently. "Can't I touch my girlfriend if I want?"
"Yeah. On my head, my arms, my chest, whatever. But not there!" you hissed. "We're surrounded by our friends."
Alexia straightened, leaning her weight on her hands so she could get closer to you. "Just making sure we're ready for lunch."
"How is that going to help me get ready for lunch?"
"You're the lunch," she whispered. She pressed a kiss below your ear, letting her tongue touch the sensitive skin there.
Every nerve in your body short circuited. "Jesus." You looked around to make sure no one could hear your conversation. This was a new side of Alexia that you had never seen before. If you weren't already so attracted to her, the boldness would've sent you spiraling over the edge.
Alexia smirked, letting one of her fingers trail up your arm. This time you let the groan out rather than biting it back.
"Ale, it's a while before lunch. Keep your hands to yourself or I'm going to end up embarrassing both of us."
"Yeah, don't care." She moved closer, her body almost covering yours. Her chest met yours, wet bikini tops slightly sticking together. She cupped your cheek, looking at you for a minute. "I love you, Y/N." And then she kissed you. She pushed your shoulder back and moved to straddle your hips.
"Nope." You broke the kiss, pushing her backwards. "Nope, we're not doing it like this. Like two horny teenagers who can't wait."
"We've waited so long, baby." Alexia dropped her forehead to yours. "I can't wait any longer."
You'd thought about this, Alexia desperate and nearly begging. But this was wrong. You were in public. Your friends were around. You might already have a small pool forming between your legs, but you weren't going to let Alexia go further right now. Not this first time. Not when you'd both already waited so long.
"Just a little while longer, gorgeous, and then I'm yours." You pulled her back into you for a brief kiss. But it was full of heat. Full of promise. "How about you sit here with me for a bit? I haven't gotten to spend nearly enough time just holding my favorite girl." You could tell Alexia liked that. She turned, positioning herself between your legs and melted back into you. You let your hands settle around her and pressed a few kisses to the side of her head.
And if over the next hour, you let your hands wander a bit, you told yourself you were just getting her back for working you up earlier.
The girls went inside about an hour later, needing time to get ready for their lunch. They had booked a private patio for a new poke place on the island. You and Alexia stayed curled on that chair.
When they were leaving, Vir came out to make sure you didn't want to go with them. You both smiled and politely declined. Vir gave you a look, like she knew why you were declining lunch, but left you behind anyways.
The house had been quiet for ten minutes before Alexia stood and held her hand out to you. You knew what it was, an offer to keep going or not. But you'd never been more sure of anything before. You wanted Alexia. Had been wanting her for a long time. You took her hand, lacing your fingers with hers. She pulled you up off the chair, giving you a kiss.
You had barely closed and locked the door to your bedroom before Alexia was attacking your mouth. You wrapped both arms around her waist to pull her closer. The movement brought her to her toes. You walked her backwards, until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Not wanting to break the kiss, you gripped her waist tighter and hurled both of you backwards on the bed. She moved backwards until her head hit pillows, dragging you with her deeper into the bed.
You started to wander down her body. Pressing your lips to her collarbone. The slight whimper let you know she liked that and you filed that information away for later. Years of thinking about her under you and now that she was here, you were starved for her. The edges of your brain were already going foggy, and you forced yourself not to pass out. Forced yourself to pay attention.
Running your tongue along the edge of her swimsuit top, you reached under her to untie the tiny string holding the bikini in place. In every scenario you'd run through of this in your head, none of them included peeling Alexia out of a tiny little bikini. You scraped your teeth lightly over the sensitive skin.
Alexia's hands came up, cupping the fabric to her and she moved back a little, breaking the contact between you.
"Hey," you said, sitting back slightly. You put a hand on her cheek. She leaned into the touch. "Are you okay?" Worry was settling in. Had you hurt her? Had she changed her mind? It was okay if she had. You wouldn't push her to do anything she didn't want to do.
She reached out, resting a hand on your chest. Her eyes were searching your face, for what you didn't know. "Have you ever done this before?" she asked quietly.
"No. I was waiting for you," you said honestly. She gave a small smile at that.
"I'm scared I'm going to do it wrong," she admitted. "Scared you won't like it."
"Baby, there's no right or wrong here. Just tell me if there's something you don't like or something you want. And I'll do the same. Okay?" you asked gently. "I'm already a mess for you."
"Really?" she asked, bewilderment clear in her tone. Her eyes skimmed down your body.
"Really. Look at me, babe." You waited until Alexia's eyes met yours again. You could still see the fear behind those beautiful brown eyes. "We can stop anytime you want."
"I don't want to stop. I'm just scared."
"We'll talk each other through it, just like we talk each other through everything else." Alexia nodded. "Can I please get back to what I was doing?" Alexia nodded again. "I love you." You leaned down to kiss her, waiting for her to settle again. Eventually her arms relaxed, the hand on your chest moving around your body to rest on your back.
You moved back to her chest, trailing open mouth kissies as you went. "Can I take this off?" you asked, hooking a finger under one of the strings. She looked up at you again, that fear still evident on her face. But she nodded. And that trust, that willingness to go forward despite her fear, made your heart turn in circles. Because her ewas Alexia, literally baring herself whole to you. You'd both seen every corner of each other's souls and this was the last barrier between you. Drawing the swimsuit away from her body, you took a minute to just look at her. She was so beautiful. Instinctively, her hands came up to cup herself again.
"Let me," you said, moving her hands to replace with your own. She didn't protest. Progress. Her nipples were already hard, pressing into the pads of your hands. Her hips involuntarily jerked under you when you rubbed your thumbs over the tips. "Okay?"
"That feels good," she said, watching your every move.
Pushing her, you leaned down and took one of her nipples into your mouth. Your own stomach was filled with a thousand butterflies. Alexia tasted so good. You let yourself just feel her, flicking your tongue over her nipple a few times, seeing how she responded. With your hand, you gently massaged her other boob. You felt her fingers grip the hair at the base of your neck. You dragged your mouth to her other nipple, wanting to give it the same attention, encouraged by Alexia's reaction.
Needing to feel more of her, you moved your hand down her body, skimming her waist, her hip, and stopped at the top of her bikini bottom. "Can I?" you asked, looking up to meet her eyes. Your voice was thick, and you barely recognized yourself. She nodded once, her eyes unfocused, her lips parted, that crease evident between her eyes like she was trying to focus and failing.
Sitting back on the bed, you were careful not to break all physical contact with her. One hand stayed on her stomach. You were trying to make sure she stayed grounded in this moment. For now.
Swallowing, you ran a finger over the space where the fabric met the top of her thigh. She sucked in a breath. Testing, you tried it on the other leg as well. Same reaction. You trailed her finger to the top band, where fabric met her stomach.
"Y/n/N." You looked up. She was looking at you through hooded eyes. Don't pass out, you reminded yourself. "Can I see you?" she asked quietly, her hand moving up your side to play with your bikini top. She sat up, her hips shifting away from your hands. "I need to feel you." She waited, patiently, for you to nod at her before carefully untying the strings. You let the top fall away. Alexia's eyes moved hungrily over you.
"Fuck," she whispered. Your eyebrows shot up. Alexia rarely swore. "You're too beautiful, Y/n/N, it's driving me crazy." She leaned into you and greedily took one of your nipples into her mouth.
"Shit," you breathed out, hooking an arm around her shoulders to hold yourself up. You were certain your knees were going to give out any second. Her mouth on your skin was so much warmer than you anticipated, so much warmer in comparison to her colder hands. Her mouth was wet, creating a sensation that was wholly unfamiliar to you. Now you understood why Alexia had such a reaction to your earlier. You could feel yourself getting wetter every second that she worked your nipples between her hands, her lips, her teeth, her tongue.
Needing to see if you were having the same effect on her, you trailed your hand back down her stomach. This time you didn’t let the fabric stop you, instead moving back in, down between her legs, to the heat. The front of her swimsuit was soaked against the back of your hand. You moved your fingers down, trying to decipher what you were feeling while Alexia continued wreaking havoc on your chest. She was so warm, so wet, and when you accidently grazed her clit, she jerked so hard against you that you pulled your hand out.
"Are you okay?" you rushed out.
"More than okay. I need you to touch me, baby, I can't wait anymore."
Fuck. That was all you could think. No fantasy you'd had over the years had even come close to the real girl. Keeping your eyes on hers, you moved your fingers back down, through the heat, the wet. You tried to push one finger into her. And now you really were on the verge of passing out. Nothing had ever come close to the feel of Alexia squeezing around your finger.
"You're gonna have to move it, baby."
"Uh, right," you said, momentarily embarrassed that you had just stuck your finger in her and left it there. Refocusing, you leaned down to kiss her neck as your hand got to work. You moved in and out her slowly, your thumb starting to rub slow circles on her clit. Her hips were rolling into your hand with each movement. You bit down, maybe too hard, when you felt her fingers move into your bikini and through your folds. "Fuck, Ale." You bucked against her hand. "God, you feel so good."
She kissed you, hard, as you both kept moving your fingers, kept pulling different reactions, exploring each other's bodies for the first time. You were having a hard time holding on, a hard time focusing. But you couldn't stop, not when Alexia's body was moving under yours, when she was clearly getting closer to the edge.
Your entire body was tightening and you used what little willpower you had to keep yourself up on your knees. You'd never had an orgasm in this position and you were desperately afraid your body was going to give out and collapse on top of Alexia any second.
"Ah, shit," Alexia said, burying her face in your shoulder. "I can't hold on much longer."
"Let go, Ale." You circled your fingers around her clit, trying desperately to give her what she needed. Alexia's head fell backward just a second before her entire body started quaking. And when she let out the filthiest moan, your stomach tightened and the orgasm ripped through you. You tried to keep your fingers moving, to help her through her own orgasm but you blacked out for a second, collapsing down.
You came to with the feel of her fingers drifting up and down your back. Gently. Too gentle in comparison to what had just happened. You shifted so your weight wasn't fully on her, and propped yourself up your elbow to look down at her.
"You look pleased with yourself," you said, taking in the closed eyes, the softened features, the smirk.
"I made you pass out," she said. Opening her eyes, she looked up at you, cocky smirk still on her face. You buried your face in her neck, embarrassed beyond words. "Oh, I'm never letting you forget that one," she said, laughing.
And then you were teenagers again, laughing at each other, with each other, rolling over the bed as you tickled each other. You tickled the space under her ribs that was most sensitive. "Say mercy," you said as her laughter grew to silence and strangled breathing.
"Mercy mercy mercy," she said, throwing up both hands.
"That's what I thought." You had ended up side by side. Rolling onto your elbow again, you rubbed a finger over the band on her bikini. She sucked in a breath, the air in the room immediately changing. "Can I take these off now?" She gave you permission and you slipped your fingers into the band to pull them down her legs. "God, you're so beautiful."
Alexia's hands went to your bikini. "Off," she sighed. You wiggled your hips, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.
You leaned over, trailing your lips from her shoulder to her neck to her jaw, stopping to nibble just under her ear. "I need to taste you, Ale. Do you trust me?"
"With my life," she said.
You wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled until she was on top of you.
"Wha-?"
"Sit on my face," you said, more confidently than you thought you'd feel asking her for what you so desperately needed.
"I- Are you sure?"
Cupping her face in both your hands, you kissed her, tongues and teeth, messy, just bordering on the edge between so fucking good and too messy. "I want you to sit on my face. I'll take care of you, baby," you promised.
You could see the fear in her eye but also the curiosity, the excitement. Tapping her hips, you helped her get settled above you. She hovered over you, just out of reach. You could feel the heat of her on your chin and your mouth watered.
"Won't I crush you?"
"I'll let you know if I need to tap out." You wouldn't need to but if it reassured Alexia, you would promise her anything. Dragging your hands up her thighs, you settled them on her ass. "Ready?" Alexia gave the smallest nod and you yanked, pulling her flush down on top of you. Her hands flew to the top of the headboard to hang on.
Using your whole tongue, you licked from her entrance all the way up to her clit in one broad stroke. "You taste amazing," you sighed into her. You let your tongue explore, sliding up and through her folds, over the sensitive bundle of nerves that was already jerking. Closing your lips over her clit, you let your tongue swirl around it a few times before returning to the flat broad strokes. Alexia's taste was intoxicating.
Alexia gasped above her, one of her hands coming down to play with her chest. You glanced up, burning the image of Alexia into your mind. You moved her other hand to her chest as well, encouraging her to give into the feeling fully.
You continued your work, moving to pay her clit some attention before sliding your tongue down further, sliding into Alexia. Alexia was talking above you, no coherent sounds coming from her. You gripped her tighter as you felt her start to slide, her muscles clearly having turned to Jello above you.
You had one goal and one goal only - make Alexia fall completely apart.
Anything that pulled an extra twitch or moan out of Alexia got extra attention. When it started to become too much, Alexia reached down and grasped your hair, holding it tight. You slid your tongue back into her and Alexia moved her hips, fucking herself on your tongue.
It's how you knew she had finally given in. She wasn't worried about anything but pleasure now. And that drove you crazy. You squeezed your own thighs together, feeling the slick spread around your thighs. When Alexia's thighs tightened around your head, you dove deeper, trying to pull everything she had to offer, every bit of pleasure she had in her, out to the surface.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum." She said it like a warning.
You figured you weren't working hard enough if she was still saying full sentences. You drew away from her, letting air move between you. She whined at the loss of contact. Moving your hand between her legs, you pushed two fingers into her without warning and attacked her clit with your tongue. You set a furious pace, intent on making her lose her mind.
"Baby," she whined. Her hips were moving fast, trying to keep up with the pace you had set, that you weren't letting her out of. As her movements became messier, your own pleasure grew. Finally. She was giving in to you, to herself, to this feeling you were creating together.
The orgasm took you both by surprise, moving into her so fast it left her breathless, gasping. You fucked her through it, letting your fingers slow but giving her something to clench onto. You gave yourself the pleasure of licking through her a few more times as you withdrew your fingers. She whined again, pushing your head back.
"Too sensitive?" you asked. She nodded, unable to speak. Success. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you brought her down to lay next to you. When you could feel her eyes back on you, you lifted your fingers, the ones still covered in Alexia, to your mouth and sucked them clean. "Damn, Ale, you taste good," you moaned.
"Jesus," she said, when she could breathe again. "You're trying to kill me."
"Can't have that. We're just getting started."
"Oh obviously. I haven't even had my lunch yet."
The laugh was automatic. You didn't know how the both of you had managed it, but in your first time together, you'd found the balance between sexy and best friend, between breathy moans and laughter, between coming apart and coming together. It shouldn't have surprised you. You two had always been in sync with each other.
"I just need a minute," she said, sliding a hand up your thigh to rest at your waist. You bit your lip to keep the moan from escaping. Pleasing Alexia had turned you on so much you weren't sure how long you could hold on. But you wanted to. For her. For her to get the same pleasure of tasting you for the first time.
After her allotted minute, she turned her head to look at you, leaning her head towards you for a kiss. She grabbed your jaw in her hand, holding you in place, groaning as the taste of herself hit her tongue. Her hand moved down, stopping to squeeze one of your boobs before continuing down over toned abs to your heat. When her finger slid through, she broke the kiss.
"You're so wet," she said in fascination.
"That's what you do to me, babe."
"Oh my god." She moved her fingers through your slick folds a few times, unable to believe this was because of her. You moved your hips into her hand, trying to get her to touch you where you wanted. "Aren't you a needy girl?"
"I need you, Ale." You were on the verge of begging. "Please."
Alexia moved down the bed, positioning herself between your legs. You widened your legs for her, giving her room. She used two fingers to spread you open and used the flat of her tongue to swipe through you, causing your eyes to roll back in your head.
"Fuck, that feels so good."
"You taste incredible." She moved her tongue through you slowly, deliberately. You looked down to find her looking up at your face, which nearly sent you over the edge. She reached up for your hand, lacing her fingers with yours over your stomach. "Relax, baby," she mumbled when you strained against her.
Keeping her eyes on yours, she put her mouth back to work. But this time, there was nothing soft about it. Now she was devouring.
Her tongue moved quickly, searching, swirling, her lips closing over your clit to suck. You had lost your mind. The heat had spread throughout your entire body. Her tongue pushed into you, and you moaned, completely at her will.
It wasn't perfect. You were still learning each other. But it was so fucking hot. Alexia was eating you like it was her job. And she had always been really devoted to her job.
"Ale, don't stop. Don't - ah." Your body bowed back, your hand going up to grip the pillow below your head. She whined into you when your muscles tightened around her tongue. You was so close, barely hanging on. "I'm so close."
Alexia continued the same movements until you fell apart, your legs fighting to stay open and not kill Alexia between your thighs, your entire body pulsing. Alexia's moans vibrating against your clit making it more intense.
"God that was so fucking hot," she said when your body stopped shaking. She crawled up, hovering over you. "You're incredible." She leans in and kisses you, the taste of yourself on her tongue sweet. "You okay?"
"Perfect." You tipped your face back towards her, needing her to keep kissing you. She kissed, cupping your face to hold you to her.
When your body calmed down, you rolled off the bed. Alexia stared at you, nerves clear on her face. You leaned over and gave her a small kiss. "Give me a minute."
Not caring that you were completely naked, you walked out of the room to the bathroom across the hall and got a washcloth. You turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to warm and wet it, wringing out the extra water.
In the bedroom, Alexia was still laying on the bed, waiting for you. You nudged her legs apart and cleaned her up. She stared up at you in awe. You used the same washcloth to quickly clean yourself. Dropping it near the door, you climbed back onto the bed and pulled Alexia into you. You let your hands wander, left small kisses on her shoulder, her forehead, the side of her head. These touches weren't to turn her on. These touches were to comfort. To keep you connected.
She pulled the blanket from the bottom of the bed and covered both of you. Tucking her head into the curve of your neck, she threw her arm around your waist.
"I need a nap," she mumbled. "And then we're doing that again."
