Page 27 of Tell Me the Truth

“Shut up Ellis and bring me to bed.”

Chapter Ten

Alexandra

Wednesday/Thursday,

Middle of the Night

Iam hungry for him. It is not just an ache that I feel. Wanting him. Desiring him. These are wanton feelings that I need fulfilled. These are pains from starvation. Of not allowing myself the one thing that will curb my appetite. Him.

When I turn the lock of my deadbolt and turn off the porchlight, I remain standing. Facing my front door. My feet planted in place, rooted to the floor. Slowly, I bend my neck to release my head forward. When my forehead reaches the wood of the door, I feel my body relax and give in to the anchor that my skin to the wood provides.

Deep breath in. Release.

He is right on the other side of this door. Even though I’m not looking through my peephole and don’t actually know whether he is still there, I sense that I can feel his energy through the wood that separates us. I want him.

My heart is fractured because of him. A thousand fault lines mar my heavily guarded heart. Yet, I also give myself credit to know that I’m strong enough to get through any broken heart. I’ve been through pain, heartbreak, and extreme sorrow. I know what it means to lose someone who means the most. Someone who was the most…

This hurts like hell. I think to myself, doing a body scan to assess where it is that I am hurting. And while I wouldn’t be surprised if all the bones in my body were broken, I recognize from the phantom ache in my chest and the annoying lump in my throat, that I am just fine.It only sucks. That’s it. It just plain sucks.

I can get what I need right now, and it doesn’t mean I’m weak. There would be nothing wrong with just having sex tonight. But what if he expects more? What if it confuses me? What if it confuses him? It should be easy enough to just have sex.My mind is racing in circles, rapid-firing arguments for and against opening the door to Ellis and offering meaningless sex.

With each passing second, I have still not found a conclusion or decision. If anything, I find that the longer I stand there in thought, the emptier my mind feels.I either need to open this door or walk upstairs.Having only two options, I think, will make it easier for my body to move from my current state. And in this moment of indecision, a decision made is a good decision.

My mindless fingers unlock the deadbolt and open the door.

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Sex. Is. Fucking. Glorious.

It is somewhat different this time. Still intense. All-consuming. Everywhere he touches, my mind and body feel. I am a collection of shudders and waves. Sounds, and breaths held in.

This time, in addition to exchanging kisses and movements that are ravenous and greedy, I also feel a tenderness that I had not felt our first time together. It is as if Ellis wants to make sure that I am feeling pleasure. As if he is going to stay until I am not holding anything back.

I test this theory. Grabbing and stroking him in ways I know would make most men finish quickly. Before Ellis gets too far, he grabs me and changes positions so that he can return the favor. Licking my neck, trailing his tongue south, between my breasts and down to my navel. I moan with pleasure, knowing that the sound of my gratification will increase his.

Trying again, I pull him up so that we can kiss. Tongues battling for dominance, or submission. As we kiss, I sway my hips underneath him, feeling him hard with anticipation. He presses pause on my play by putting his hand under my right knee, and pulling it up, opening my legs so that he can move down and start fresh kisses beginning at my knee and moving in between my legs.

Let him,I say to myself.This is why I wanted him to stay. Instead of thinking I have the power only if I cancontrolhis pleasure, I decide that I have the most power when I give in to my own.

I grab a tuft of hair on the top of his head and pull his head down between my legs, letting him indulge my every whim. And when I know I am nearing my edge of no going back, I pull him back up to me. “I want you now.” I moan.

He moves up to kiss me, his mouth and tongue doused in my womanhood. Sharing his discovery with me. Letting me taste myself.

I can’t wait,I think, so I slide my hand down to grab his throbbing manhood and guide him into me. “Ohhhhh,” escapes from my lips as he enters me and starts to move in and out, one hand supporting my head on the pillow, the other holding my leg.

We are still kissing so when we moan we can feel our voices travel through our bodies, paving a fiery path. I take my hand and pull his head away with a tuft of hair. “Harder,” I beg.

Ellis provides one compliant thrust, then slides off to my right. His mouth still demanding possession over mine. With his hands on my hips, he moves me to face away from him, then uses one hand to part my legs and insert his hardness into me from behind.

“Holy, fuck, yes!” These words that escape my lips mean exactly what I am experiencing.

He wraps my hair at the nape of my neck around his bottom hand and yanks slightly, pulling my head back to him, giving him control and access for his mouth to have its will over my neck and my ear. Sucking and kissing, licking and biting.

My request is then satisfied as he holds my hair and leg and drives into me with the energetic and potent thrusts that I had asked for.

After a while he slows down, it crosses my mind that if he continues then he’ll finish before me. So, I adjust my hips to allow myself to better position my hand between my legs while he continues to move behind me.

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