T. Leigh - A Tragic Wreck

Alexander’s hands glided up the side of Olivia’s stomach, gently lifting her top over her head. He explored her body with his tongue, slowly inching his way up to her chest. “You are so beautiful, Olivia. I can’t get over how fucking amazing you are.” His tongue circled her nipple, taking it between his teeth.

“Alexander, please,” she breathed out. “I can’t take it much longer.”

“Patience, beautiful. Let me love you,” he said, torturing her other nipple with his mouth. She moaned, running her fingers up and down Alexander’s back, pulling his shirt off.

He threw his shirt on the ground before unbuttoning Olivia’s jeans, quickly ridding her of the rest of her clothes before stripping out of his.

Olivia pulled him back down to her, invading his mouth with hers as she wrapped her legs around him, circling him around his erection.

Alexander groaned, pulling on her bottom lip with his teeth, placing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach, her hipbones. Olivia glanced down, meeting his eyes as he positioned his mouth between her thighs.

He flicked her sex with his tongue, making her moan out. “Do you like that?” he breathed, the vibrations of his voice on the most sensitive part of her body turning her on even more.

“Yes, Alexander,” she moaned.

He continued his exploration of her with his tongue, taking his time. She was in the moment of complete and utter rapture. Her heart swelled as she thought of the love she had for him, and the love he had for her. At that moment in time, everything was perfect. She was finally getting beyond her past. She finally opened her heart up to love, and received love in return. For the first time that she could remember, she felt that she had finally found her place in the world. With Alexander.

Olivia cried out when Alexander sucked on her clit, inserting two fingers, circling her, massaging that sweet spot inside her. She was climbing higher and higher, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she fell over the edge again. Alexander felt it, too.

“Come for me, love,” he said. “I want to feel you shake.”

“Alex!” she shouted out as tremors ran through her. He continued massaging her, milking her orgasm. Her mind was a blank slate as her orgasm coursed through her body, the spasms never seeming to end while Alexander watched her body tremble beneath him.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, Olivia pulled Alexander’s head toward hers, kissing him full on the mouth, tasting her on his lips and tongue.

“I taste good,” Olivia said.

Alexander moaned, incredibly turned on. He positioned himself between her legs and, very slowly, entered her. He wrapped his arm around her back, raising her closer to him, not wanting any space between them.

Slowly, he moved in and out, kissing her body all over.

“God, Olivia, you feel so good. I love you so much.”

A tear ran down her cheek, the love she saw in Alexander’s eyes overwhelming. She was so deliriously happy at that moment. She always enjoyed sex, and sex with Alexander was always incredible, but there was something about that moment, with him moving inside of her, that was so much bigger than anything she had ever experienced. She felt full and complete.

Alexander continued his slow movement, wanting to savor every feeling that he had. He brought his mouth back to Olivia’s, brushing her lips with his tongue. She threw her head back, moaning, as she felt the familiar clenching sensation in her stomach. Alexander felt her tighten around him as he began to move quicker.

“Are you going to come again?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. He was still surprised that he could make Olivia feel that good.

“Yes, Alexander,” she exhaled, closing her eyes.

He picked up the pace, maintaining a gentle but fast rhythm, his breathing becoming labored. “I want you to say it, Olivia. Say what I want to hear when you come.”

Olivia opened her eyes, staring at him, her orgasm imminent.

Leaning down, Alexander brushed his lips against her neck. “Please, Olivia. I need to hear it.”

He moved inside her and almost immediately Alexander felt her tense up around him.

“I love you, Alex!” Olivia shouted as she came undone again, her eyes wide as she stared into Alexander’s eyes, her declaration of love sending him over the edge.

“I love you, too, Olivia!” he exclaimed, nuzzling her neck, nipping gently as he emptied inside her.

“Holy crap,” she said as Alexander lay on top of her, their breathing ragged.

“You can say that again, love,” he smirked.

“That was amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Miss Adler.”

Olivia looked at Alexander, their eyes meeting. “I’m pretty sure you enjoyed yourself there, too, dear.”

“You have no idea,” he growled, kissing her neck, rolling her onto her side. They lay in bed, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Olivia.”

Her heart swelled. “I love you, Alexander.”

He pulled her closer, her head nestled in his chest as she toyed with the little bit of chest hair that he had.

“You make me so happy,” she exhaled, enjoying the feeling of being in Alexander’s arms again.

She shot up. “Holy crap! I have to plan a wedding!”

Alexander pulled her back down. “That can wait. We don’t have to do anything big. Whatever you want.” He held her in his arms, listening to her breathing normalize as she drifted off to sleep.

He knew he was in deep now. She agreed to marry him. Would she ever forgive him if she found out who he really was? Could he really keep that from her? He wasn’t sure.

“I love you, Olibia,” he said, kissing her forehead.

~~~~~~~~~~

Late Friday night, Simon walked into Donovan’s office after his attorney indicated that it was okay to go in.

“Donovan, hi. Good to see you again,” he said awkwardly, extending his hand to the intimidating man in front of him.

Donovan looked up from an article he was reading on his laptop, ignoring Simon’s hand.

He nervously placed it in his pocket.

“Have a seat, Simon.”

He quickly sat down.

“I’m going to cut to the chase. I was hesitant to agree to your demands, but then I got to thinking that you could be rather useful. You see, Olivia knows you. You attacked her, which wasn’t the smartest thing you could ever have done.”

Simon looked down, embarrassed that he fucked up so bad with one simple job.

“But then you went to prison. We’re going to present you as a reformed prisoner. Someone who has gone through anger management and is now sober. Someone seeking forgiveness.”

Simon looked at Donovan. “I don’t follow.”

“You will be compassionate, begging for Olivia’s forgiveness. Tell her it’s part of your therapy. At a point in the near future, we’ll be driving a wedge between her and Burnham. You see, he was a childhood friend of Olivia’s. He knows who she is and has kept that from her these past eight months. That little piece of information will tear her fucking world apart, allowing you to come back in and help her pick up the pieces of her shattered world. Earn her trust, Simon. Refrain from any sort of sexual relationship. Get the information and then…” He held his hand up imitating a gun. “Bang bang.”

To Be Continued…

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OLIVIA AWOKE FROM AN afternoon nap, gazing at the beautiful man sleeping peacefully next to her. She glanced around the large bedroom, the duvet and several pillows thrown on the floor. A grin spread across her face as she thought about the amazing sex she had with Alexander just a few hours earlier before prying herself out of his arms, going in search of a bathroom.

She grabbed her jeans and sweater and threw them on before quietly walking over to the door, thankful when the old door didn’t creak, waking up Alexander. After finding a bathroom, she decided to go find Alexander’s mother to see if she needed any help getting things ready for that evening.

The house was eerily quiet as she walked down the stairs, searching for Colleen. “They must all be outside,” she said to herself, heading in the direction of the back door when a room off the living room caught her eye. She stopped dead in her tracks, a memory rushing back. Her fifth birthday. Her mama made her a cake in the shape of a Care Bear. Sunshine Bear, if she remembered correctly. And she could have sworn she remembered her mama and the green-eyed boy from the dream sitting beside her in that very room, singing to her as she blew out the candles on that cake.