Forgotten

Part 33

Nichole's POV:

Things were good between Alexis and me.  We were in a much better place, as individuals and as a couple.  She had been going to counseling every week for the past month and it seemed to be making a big difference.  She didn't divulge a lot of what was said in the sessions.  And I knew it really wasn't any of my business.  What went on during the sessions was private and confidential.  And I respected her privacy and I didn't ask.   I just let her tell me what she wanted, and what she felt comfortable sharing.   Because Teagan was right.  This was her journey.  And she needed to heal in her own way, in her own time, and at her own pace.  So, I took a back seat and just offered support when she needed it.  And she seemed to appreciate the space to grow and nourish at her own pace, and with me not overly interfering.

So, yes things were good.  She seemed much happier and not nearly as anxious.  And just seeing her like this, made me happier.  It gave me hope.  Hope for her and hope for us as a couple, and for our future.

It was late at night and we were laying in bed.  We hadn't had sex in awhile.   I was trying to give her some space, both mentally and physically.   Because I felt she needed it.  But the sexual tension between us was growing.   And at this moment, it felt like forever since we had been intimate, and I knew I wanted her and it was evident that she wanted me, as well.  

Our lips found each other, effortlessly, in the darkness.  And the familiar feelings of her lips on mine, immediately began to set my body on fire.  She parted her lips and I felt her tongue softly brush against mine.  She was hungry.   And the truth was, I was too.  We were both practically starving for each other.  Her breathing increased ever so slightly, as she pressed her nearly naked body against mine, both of us wearing nothing more than skimpy bras and panties.  

My hands hungrily roamed down her slim body, stopping at her covered breasts, as my fingertips grazed over them.  I slowly reached around her back and unclasped her bra, letting it gently fall off of her.  It was nuisance, and I wanted it gone.  She gasped, as my fingers now grazed across her naked breasts and already hardened nipples, indicating her early arousal.  

Her breathing increased, as I was certain mine did, as well, as it would be impossible for it not to, just merely being this close to her.  Without warning her hands slid down my body in a similar manner as mine had, as she fumbled with the clasp of my bra, before removing it completely, as well, leaving us both now in only our panties. 

Unexpectedly, she climbed on top of me, taking the initiative that she knew I loved, then quickly reconnected our lips.  I spread my legs, so she could rest comfortably in between them.  My hands slid down her  back, then down to her butt, and I softly squeezed it, causing her to moan.  

Her lips left mine and she began kissing and sucking my neck, in a rare, dominant fashion.  I was usually the dominant one.  By far.  But, in rare instances like this, where she portrayed dominance,  I simply took in the moment and enjoyed it for what it was.  Loving every second of being at her mercy.  

Wasting no time, she snaked down my body, leaving hot, wet kisses all over my breasts, sides, and stomach.  And I could immediately feel electricity shoot though my body and the heat between my legs began to rise.

She effortlessly removed my panties and tossed them across the room, leaving me now completely naked. Then, without warning , I felt her lips graze along my inner thighs as she pushed my legs further apart and settled in between them. 

The heat between my legs was now completely unbearable as I anticipated what was to come to next.  She kissed along my inner thighs, edging closer and closer to my center, teasing me.  And just when I didn't think I could take the anticipation any longer, I felt her tongue come in contact with my center, as she began to slowly lick through my folds, in long, slow, flat strokes.