Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 32 - EARLY PREVIEW

Jamie POV:

My breathing had grown heavier as I pumped the final drop onto her. Amanda laid before like a half-finished canvas, and at last, the final stroke of me completed our masterpiece. I couldn't get enough of the way my release streaked over her rich, chocolate skin. It glistened under the lights, tempting me to smack her cheeks once more. Mhmmm...the satisfaction that ripped through my core as I watched them jiggle beneath the mess I had made. It was nothing short of addictive. Then, her head snapped around and those beautiful brown eyes locked onto mines. Her eyes told a tale of her wanting more even through her haze of exhaustion.

I leaned in, inches away from her face as my hardened cock teased her entrance, hovering right at her ache. "Enough?" I asked teasingly. " Or do you want more of me?"

Her lips parted as I continued to torment her, barely pushing in my tip then slowly pulling away. Again and again, until her body to reacted to me. I wasn't giving her anything until she could talk like a big girl and tell me exactly what she needed.

Then, finally, it broke out of her and she pleaded her defeat, "I can't take anymore."

"That's it," I smirked, letting the praise settle against her skin, like the heat of my breath.

She gave me an exhausted smile and I resorted to gently tapping her on her hip. "Turn around," I said softly.

Slowly, her shaky legs turned, and I caught her before they could give out beneath her. Amanda leaned into me without hesitation and I lifted her gently back onto the edge of the sink.

"Look at you," I said with a smirk, while I tapped my length on her swollen clit. "Still dripping..."

She bit down on her lips and whispered softly, "Then don't waste it."

I chuckled because she barely could catch herself, and here she was talking like she had another in her.

"I'd never," I said, before I pulled her into a deep kiss to seal the amazing experience we'd share. She kissed me back with hunger and it only made my boy twitch all over again. It was torture, knowing he was hard and aching, but for certain... he wasn't getting another release tonight.

When the kiss finally broke, I kept her close by resting my forehead against hers. "You gave me everything," I whispered, my voice low and steady. "Now let me take care of what's mine."

Her eyes looked so drained and any minute longer, she would've fell asleep in my arms. Amanda's faint smile and nod were all the reassurance I needed.  I picked her with ease, with her legs wrapped around my torso and her hands around my neck. I brought her into the shower and gently sat her on the built in bench.

"You okay?" I asked for reassurance.

"Yes," she replied softly with a small nod.

I stepped out for a moment to grab a washcloth for us both, then returned and began to wash her gently. This wasn't about arousal or sexual intentions, this was about showing honor for the intimacy we'd created. Every motion was slow and intentional. I ran the warm cloth along her skin with care, like I wanted to memorize every inch of her all over again. It still felt new even though I'd done this for her before.

I've seen her vulnerable. I've held her in her softest moments, and I was grateful for every one of them. For her to slowly crumble those walls and let me in, meant everything to me. Surely I was returning the same kindness. She didn't just calm my storm, she stood in it with me and I was determined to stand in hers, too. God knew I needed her and I now knew... she needed me just as much.

I squeezed the rag over her shoulder, allowing the warm water to cascade down her skin in gentle streams. She looked so at peace, but in a way I rarely saw. Her eyes were half-closed and her breathing deep and steady, like the world had finally gone quiet around her. For a moment, I didn't move. I just watched her and held onto the stillness between us. I'd longed for intimacy like this without even realizing it. It all felt very organic like something we never forced. It just came into being.