Waking from hibernation

驚蟄 [5] / [20]

He awoke from the illusion. She turned her back to Alexander, and soon after, got up. She didn't see him yet, sitting motionless with eyes closed for awhile, and she shook her head and reached towards the bottle of wine. And she found him there.

"Hi,"

she greeted.

"Did you drink a lot?”

his voice was concerned.

"No, just a couple glasses,”

she gulped another glass.

"Why do you constantly drink?”

he asked. She held his hand and kissed it without a word.

"Do you want to come in?"

she asked.

His penis was starting to get hard. He was wearing boxers, and it was already straining against the fabric. She grabbed, and pulled it out, stroking it with her soft, wet, soapy hand. He pulled off his boxers, and crawled into the tub with her, lowering himself down beside her. She stroked his cock up and down with her hand under the water as her eyes gazed at him hungrily. She got up, and sat back down between his legs; his cock pressed up against her soft ass. She massaged it with her body.

"I could use a massage,”

she said.

He started to rub her neck, her back, then, his hands moving forward, to her breasts. He played with them, and rubbed them gently, while her nipples got hard and she continued to rub her soft, wet body against his cock throbbing just beneath her. She turned her neck, and kissed him passionately, as Alexander positioned himself more firmly beneath her, his cock pressing against the opening of her vagina. She turned around so that she was facing him, kissed him vigorously and, facing each other, began to rub her vagina against his dick. He couldn't take it anymore, and grabbed her hips, and thrust inside of her.

It was as if something that had been locked up for a long time was released. Like Pandora's box. They had suppressed their own feelings toward each other for so long, but now they got to know each other in such a deep way. They couldn't help keeping up the process of getting to know each other so much better and more intimately. Almost right after waking up, they made love every single day, actually every moment as many times as they could, whenever their eyes met in the air.

They should have known earlier that nothing good comes from a person not confronting their own true feelings. It was funny that such an incredible outcome could've come about as the result of such a terrible sequence of events.

The content of what he wrote in his notebook that day were more cheerful than what he'd written in a long time.