right person, wrong time. | alex turner & kat stratford

9

Before I'd even realized it, my lips were pressed against Alex's. He was biting my lips again, so I bit back. The way he kissed rowdily only made me hungry for more. I felt his taste as our tongues touched.

As we continued to kiss, I felt his hands run down my back. The touch of the coldness of his ring on my back made me shiver, but in a good way. He pulled the string of my halter top, untying it. It fell off immediately. We pulled away for a moment when Alex unbuttoned and disrobed his shirt. His abs were sculpted beautifully, similar to that of a Greek God. I traced my fingers through the crevices of the muscles built on his torso. It was in complete contrast to his skinny frame back when we dated. I noticed a tattoo, written in cursive on the left side of his chest. 'Katarina.' My full name, where his heart was. He really does love me, I thought.

I smiled at him, and he looked at me with temptation. Our mouths made it back to each other's, paralleling to how we found one another again. We switched positions when Alex reclined the driver's seat, and pinned me to it. I felt his kisses make their way down to my neck and eventually to my stomach.

We continued to make out aggressively, to the point when we had reached the backseats with bare notice. My fingers were buried in his hair, and I felt the coolness of his gel as I untidied his once neat slick. He tasted the same as his distinctive scent, and it only made me want more. Alex's hands arrived at the button of my jeans, and he unzipped them with full inclination. My pants were soon hanging on the seats at the rear of the car.

I wrapped my legs around Alex's waist as his kisses trailed down to my chest. A bulge formed through his jeans, and my lower pelvic area began throbbing in response. I felt his hand crawl to my back to reach the hooks of my bra.

As soon as he took it off and threw it to the rear, he ran his fingers through my cleavage area. He messaged both of my nipples in a circular motion with his thumbs. I whimpered with pleasure.

"I want you hard," said Alex, under his breath. At the same time, those exact words happened to be the lyrics on the track that was still playing.

Using a finger, I took the gold chain he had around his neck and pulled his lips to mine.

My underwear was ripped off with desperation. His thumb began stroking my clit in order to stimulate me, and I gave out a moan in response. Alex unbuckled his jeans. My heart raced as he positioned himself on top of me.

Before proceeding, Alex prepared himself.

"Do you still have your IUD in? I have a condom if you don't," he said, his voice still gentle.

"Yes," I responded, desperate as he had been raising the tension up until this point.

Since I'd begun to date back in high school, I was forced by my obstetrician father to implant one to avoid pregnancy.

"Just put it in already."

Desire was decorating the edges of my last sentence. Alex gave me a naughty smirk.

"Alright. Watch what I'm capable of doing."

Fuck. He was extremely good. As he pumped me with his ecstasy, I was in pain. But in a good way, in the sense that I wanted even more of it. I hadn't realized that tears were forming in my eyes from the pain, though I still badly craved it. It was his way of showing his love to me. My nails buried into his back as he continued to thrust. He rested a hand in between my breasts, and with every pelvic movement, he gently slide it up and down my cleavage, further arousing me. I found myself not only moaning, but also moaning out his name in between our heavy breaths. There was still hair gel on my fingers from them being all over Alex's hair. Our lips met each other's every once in a while.

The moment itself was perfect. The way Alex demonstrated himself was exuberant of his immense passion for me. It was so passionate that I felt the car shake. His album, which was still playing in the background, made the mood even more suitable. The view in the background was just the cherry on top.

There was definitely a bit of lust, as Alex and I had been apart for so long that we craved each other's bodies. However, the way we were all over one another was a beautiful manifestation of our love. We were essentially making love like old times, except I could tell that Alex was a lot more confident and sexually experienced than he was the last time we did. He didn't have to pull out and I felt his warm fluids laden me thoroughly inside and coat everything below my abdomen.

Like Alex had promised, this insanely alluring moment we were sharing together was a hell of a lot better than the concert.