Rebound // Alfie Solomons

59. Savage

Alfie was in love with Cora wanted to take that next step, Arthur was having children, John was moving, Michael and Polly were slowly dying it seemed. Ada was in boston and Tommy was pushed from sight and mind.

Caro woke up wrapped up in Alife from the night before his beard tickling her skin as he pulled her closer. She would heard the little pitter patter of Charlie in the next room marching back and forth in his crib wanting to get up. The clicking of Cyrils nails on the hard floor. It was home. It was right and it was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Kissing Alfie what anyone else would consider an ungodly amount of times considering theirs nights were consumed by each others touch, then getting out of bed and tugging on a robe and slippers and letting Cyril run around outside while she got food for Charlie. She would hear the running of water and know Alfie was upstairs getting ready. Charlie would be making food art, he could be an abstract artist one day Cora thought fondly.

Then filled Cyrils bowl and let him back in, running like a bulldozer into the house. Charlie would laugh and point at his wagging tail every time as he came barreling past Charlies high chair. 

Days were filled with meetings, suppliers, dealing with the bakery. Charlie ran around the office, Cora didnt get as much done, she prided herself on being efficient but Charlie would only be this cute and little calling her mama for so long before she was mom and then mother and the dreaded that woman... Cora hoped the day would never come. 

Charlie was the sweetest, he was always smiling. Cora abandoned her task for the hundredth time when Charlie held up the picture he drew for her. Then declared he was hungry and tummy was rumbling. 

"Got any bread Ollie?" Cora questioned putting Charlie in a chair, he smiled back at Ollie waving from his seat. 

"Yeah, I can find something." Ollie agreed. Cora decided it was not weird. It was not weird at all. They had a fling and had to see each other daily for the past few years... not weird. Nope. Alfie always said he would be Coras endgame. He was right. 

Charlie was exhausted and Cora had procrastinating all day. She finally was in the office at their place trying to get a few things done. Charlie sleeping soundly in his room, Cyril curled up beside him when Alife came in. he peppered her face with kisses and she smiled holding him closer.

"Hi." Cora whispered between kisses. 

"You ready to go to bed?"

"Almost, just wanted to get this damn report finished before the end of the month." Cora answered but Alfie didnt like that answer as he kept kissing her. 

Everything turned frantic, and as much as Alfie wanted to slow down and savor each final touch before she left, he just needed to be inside her. Without any finesse, he fumbled under her skirt, finding the flimsy lace panties she loved so much and tore them. Her fingers dug into his hair, holding him in place so she could fuse her mouth to his.

His hands roamed her body, not knowing where to go first. He squeezed her bare ass, hoisting her up enough to move them both to the couch. 

"It can wait." Cora assured as she leaned back against the arm, her chest thrust out, and he tore down the thin strap of her bra, kissing, licking, and biting his way to her hard nipple.

Taking time to make sure she was ready, he swirled his fingers around her clit, spreading her wetness. He knew when he freed his cock, he would be a savage, ruthless in getting inside her body. Playing with her cunt, he kissed up her neck to her ear.

"I love you." Alfie rasped against her. Her breath hitched, and a restrained whimper broke free, lashing at his heart.

"I love you." She tugged his hair to press their foreheads together, panting when he pushed his fingers inside. A pained groan worked its way up his chest, and he flipped her around, needing an outlet for everything inside him. He ripped his pants open impatient and bent his knees, shoving inside.

They both cried out from pleasure and pain. He took only a moment to bury his head against the back of her neck as her hands clawed at his back and memorize the feel of her wet cunt around him. When she wriggled her hips, trying to move him deeper, he obliged, rutting against her like a wild animal.

One hand latched on to her breast, pinching her nipple. The other was being guided to her throat. She held it there where he could feel every cry of pleasure vibrating her soft neck. Where he could feel the thin chain of his possession. His hand moved to hers clasping tight, their fingers intertwined. 

Plunging inside her, his hard cock touched the end of her cunt. The slamming sensation pulled at her clit, building the ecstasy once more. Alfies feverish drive inside her lifted her hips from the couch, stoking the fire in the eyes of the man of the mist. A feral wail erupted from her mouth as his cock slamming inside her stilled, it's hot cum pouring inside her.

He pulled his cock out but she wrapped her arms around him, melting into his flesh. He lowered his head, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, gently probing the soft inside. His teeth raked her tongue. He drew back and gently lifted her, turning her over and bringing her ass to him.

His hand caressed her ass, moving lower to touch her cunt. Hot steam seared her cunt lips as his fingers worked their way inside. Her hole dripped with her creamy honey, begging for his entry. Her tense walls gripped his cock, milking its hardness, begging. His fingers kneaded her clit as his cock drove harder and deeper, sending them both to the place they needed to be. When her orgasm came again, she lurched onto his cock, her slick wetness drizzling over him.

His body fell atop hers, both collapsing to the couch, their orgasm continuing to drain them. With his mouth on hers she could have stayed like that forever. 

"Fuck reports." Alfie murmured against her. 

"Love me again." Cora requested kissing him again and again. 

Morning came and Cora  kissed Alfie wanting to stay like this forever, a smile cracked over his face before she threw back the covers, she moaned. Her body was stiff, every square inch of her hurt. Maybe she was coming down with the flu. Or maybe they were getting too old for couch sex. Maybe they needed a bigger couch.

Slowly she made her way to the shower, turning on the tap and tempering the water. The hotter the better this morning. She let the steamy spray massage her sore muscles, relaxing with the sensation. Pouring scented body wash into her hands she began to lather her body, gasping as cold hands connected to her flesh. 

"Cold." Cora whimpered leaning back into him. 

"Warm me up." Alfie agreed.