Waking from hibernation
驚蟄 [2] / [20]
He said nothing. She kept babbling.
"You kissed me on the bus way back home while I was sleeping next to you."
He felt like something heavy hit his head. He remembered that moment vividly. It happened before she started to date John. She was dozing off after they had some drinks at a party. He thought she might not be able to feel his kiss on her lips. But she still remembered it even now after all these years have passed.
"After that," she continued,
"you never even―"
Alexander moved forward, and grabbed her around the waist with the less injured part of his hand, pulled her to him, and kissed her on the mouth. He didn't know what possessed him to do this. She was equally stunned, and, although, for a split second, she resisted initially out of instinct, she melted into his embrace. Her mouth opened to him, her tongue tasting his. Unconsciously, still embracing, kissing each other, and she leaning on him for support given her injury, they slowly made their way towards her room.
He laid her down on the bed. Every movement was awkward because his hands couldn't move freely. But that didn’t matter to him.
She stared him with daring eyes, drunk with passion, as well as alcohol. She started to unbutton her top. Alexander grabbed her hand gently.
"Are you sure about this?"
"What do you mean?"
"I might not be able to stop once we start."
“Just mind your injury.”
She sniggered. She didn't look like herself. The alcohol seemed quite honestly to have gone to her head.
"I want you badly,”
she whispered.
"Don't be a coward anymore, you can take me however much you want. I'm yours tonight.”
His cock was getting harder and harder. The sight of Cynthia's body―her breasts, her toned physique―was almost too much for him. Then Cynthia reach down and grabbed his crotch, massaging his throbbing cock, still covered, yet threatening to burst, up and down with her palm. He lost control. He kissed her hard, pushing her backwards, massaging her breasts with one hand, and, with her help, pulled his pants off.
When their bodies met, Alexander saw a deep, long scar next to her collarbone. The scar looked like a downward tear extending to her bosom. He could see it very distinctly under the dim light. Alexander slowly put his lips on the scar. She didn’t shun or resist.
After awhile, she grabbed his cock, and pushed herself back up, and, pushing him down, coaxing him to lay back, as she placed the tip of his penis into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the head of his dick, around and around, as she gently squeezed his balls with one hand, as the other worked his shaft up and down.
