Ever After 2 (X Reader)

The Wedding Planner

"Come back here." Alex padded bare feet across the floor naked as the day she was born chasing after her retreating fiance, she wanted to lure back to bed. " I'm not done with you yet. "

(Y/n) chuckled turning easily in her lover's arms, Alex's hands in her long (h/c) hair, letting her fingers play among the strands (Y/n) let her hands fall down to cup Alex's butt cheeks letting out a satisfied groan as her fingers dug into her rich firm muscular behind.

"Oh, hell," Alex muttered, leaning closer still, her vision tunneling down to (Y/n)'s bare skin and full moist lips. Those lips parted in anticipation, a welcoming invitation to her lover, and then Alex was kissing her. It was astonishing and wonderful how something so familiar could be so new like each touch of her plush full lips was the first time. (Y's/n)'s lips were without a doubt the softest she had ever touched, and the warmest, and the sweetest, and Oh Jesus god.

Alex was lost, senses on overload. She could smell her, fresh from their last bout of lovemaking just moments ago, and misted with seductive promises.

Alex's body was molten under (Y/n)'s hands, flowing hot to her touch. Somebody groaned. (Y/n) thought dimly it might have been herself. There were fingers in her hair, pulling lightly, sending showers of current directly between her legs. She wavered a bit on her feet and edged Alex back toward the sofa.

Alex raised her lips from (Y/n)'s, a task so difficult it left her weak. (Y/n)'s eyes were nearly closed, her mouth swollen with kisses, her naked breasts rising and falling rapidly against Alex's chest. Their legs were entwined, and Alex felt the heat against her thigh.

(Y/n)'s palms smoothed rhythmically over the round sensual fullness of Alex's buttocks, aching to pull her hard against her leg. She was fully aroused and pulsating painfully and ready to burst.

"(Y/n)," Alex gasped, as she trailed one hand up (Y/n) toned wired body to cup one taunt eager breast.

"Alex." (Y/n) crooned, leaning into Alex until there was nothing between them. She wanted Alex to kiss her again. What a remarkable, glorious kiss that had been. "Just do that again," she whispered.

Alex continued to hold her, but she did not lower her head for the kiss. She looked at (Y/n), saw her undisguised raw hunger, and understood in that instant what it meant to be truly wanted, to be fully desired it had been a long time since she'd lost her virginity and while before Maggie she had been work focused, she'd had her fair share of sexual encounters, yet no one had ever made her feel so attractive, so desired just by a look.

Alex couldn't ever remember wanting anyone so badly. It was a desire so intense she was nearly paralyzed, afraid to go too quickly, afraid her passion would explode.

These were moments she wanted to burn indelibly into her memory, knowing they might very well be the most exquisite of her life. She contented herself with watching Alex's eyes deepen with desire as she lightly traced her fingers along the faint ridge of Alex's collarbone, dipping into the small hollow above, then running her fingertips down the soft slope of her chest. "You have the cutest freckles here, they are barely visible, but they are too cute." (Y/n) whispered softly.

(Y/n)'s small sounds of pleasure and the fine tremor flickering through her muscles fired Alex's blood, she could hear the rasping sounds of her own ragged breathing loud in the hushed space. She'd watched as (Y/n) had gotten out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to start the day, but something primal in Alex today made her want to be selfish, throw caution to the wind and drag her back to bed, stick two fingers up to the world. Maybe this is what happens when I am the boss.

"I love that look in your eyes." (Y/n) murmured, feeling as if her bones were melting with each gentle caress. "When you lose all inhibitions and you look so cocky and self-assured, like you could conquer the world alone, so fucking sexy." She laid her hand on Alex's waist, each second might have been an hour, filled to overflowing with wonder. Each sensation was miraculous, unique and singular, and yet as familiar as coming home.