Desperation of Love by Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page A

him. “Then take me.”
    “I can’t,” he says, reaching up to cup my already taut breasts. “I don’t have a condom.”
    I quickly undo the buttons on my shirt, revealing a light peach bra. “It’s okay. I get the depo shot every few months. I’m protected. I trust you.”
    Alex pushes himself up to a sitting position while keeping me on his lap. He pushes my bra down until my breasts spill out. He palms one while his mouth works over the other. He releases my breast and grabs me by the nape of my neck, pulling me down until my lips are on his. He places a quick kiss on my lips. “I’m clean. I promise you.”
    “I believe you,” I reply.
    His hands descend until they reach my hips. He fingers the waist line of my shorts. “Take these off,” he orders me. I move fast, lifting myself up off him and removing my shorts and underwear. He pulls his pants and boxers completely off and pulls me back down until I’m positioned over him again. “This is going to be quick,” he warns.
    “Make it hard too,” I reply with a grin. I wrap my arms around his neck as he guides me down onto his length.
    “I can do hard,” he says, lowering his torso until his back is down on the pillows again. He thrusts his hips up, the motion hitting me deep. I moan out in pleasure and begin rocking my hips as I move with him. He grabs onto my breasts and I place my hands over his, letting myself feel along with him. We pick up the speed until we are both in a frenzy, a power struggle of sorts, holding onto each other, trying to get even closer. I lower my torso down until our bodies meet and we’re chest to chest. I kiss him, claiming his mouth in the same way that he often claims mine. His hands move down and he grabs my ass. My orgasm hits hard, taking hold of me as it blows through my entire body. Alex tightens his hold on me, kissing me harder, drowning out my screams of pleasure. “Oh, fuck.” He groans, his lips still on my mouth. His hands move up, tangling in my hair as he comes, spilling his seed inside of me. “This isn’t why I brought you here, you know?” He laughs after we’ve both collapsed onto the pillows.
    “I know,” I say with a giggle. “But I was hungry.”
    He cups my chin in his hand and grins. “My baby likes it rough.”
    “You weren’t complaining,” I point out.
    “Never,” he replies, kissing me on my nose. “But can we eat actual food now?”
    “Yes.” I reach over to the picnic basket, grab a bunch of grapes, and start feeding him.
    “Mmm, I could get used to this kind of treatment.”
    “Yeah, well, you deserve it. But don’t get too used to it,” I say, poking him in the chest.
    He gives me a shy smile. “Believe me, I won’t.” His words make my chest hurt, and I desperately wish that I could take mine back. I was just trying to be funny and he knows that, but he can’t forget all the times that he was treated like he didn’t matter enough. “Hey.” He tugs a piece of my hair. “I didn’t mean to bring you down. Let’s not let bad stuff ruin this, okay?”
    “Okay,” I agree, letting the bad energy dissipate. I allow myself to bask in the here and now, me and Alex in our teepee, enjoying each other. Savoring the fact that someone finally gets me, sees me for who I really am, understands my fears and reservations, and perhaps even shares them.

 
     
    I left Jordan’s house in a rush this morning. I told her I wanted to get out of her hair so she could work in peace, but really, I just needed time alone to think. I went to the gym to blow off some steam before coming into the recording studio to get some work done and oversee the construction. With Jordan, it seems like I always take two steps forward then one step back. I can’t deny that she’s made progress in her struggles with letting me in, but this morning’s conversation kind of threw me for a loop.
     
    I roll on top of Jordan, pinning her hands up over her head. I can’t seem to get enough of her and