ATOMS OF YOU

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Alex got out of the tub first, so he could help me get out then. I put on one of the towel robes on, my hair wasn't wet at least, Alex walked with a towel knotted on his hips to the balcony for a cigarette, while I looked around the place, it was huge. I walked back to the bedroom, he was sitting on the settee next to the balcony doors, with them open. I sat on his lap, he grabbed me by the waist with one of his hands.

— What you thinking? –I whispered, trying not to distract him, as he smoke that cigarette, admiring the amazing city view
— I was thinking about you, my darling. –he offered me a drag, but I denied with my head, I wasn't on the mood, instead, I kissed his lips
— Can I know about it...? –I asked, lifting my legs, cuddling on his arms— Or is it a secret?
— No, I don't keep secrets with you, you know it all. –I smiled, caressing his face, as he finished his cigarette, leaving it on the ashtray over a table— I was thinking how amazing is to love you, enjoy you and connect with you in every possible way. How beautiful is to hear you, go on a date, chat about life, get to know you even more, laugh until we cry and then, when the day is about to finish have such good sex, looking into your eyes and knowing we are making love too. It is just... something unreal.
— Oh, my love...–I melted hearing his sweet words, planting some kisses on his cheek— You know, I love when I wake up in the morning between your arms, my cat on the bed, then I look at you, sometimes you're already awake, but seeing you, after seeing you in my dreams, babe, that's beautiful. It is unreal, as you say, and it's way better than a dream, I love to touch you, caress you, feel your skin against mine, your lips, I'm so in love, but so in love babe, that I'm starting to think that I've never been in love before, like this is the first time.
— I'm learning how to deal so much happiness lately, how do you do that? –he asked me, laughing, with his forehead over mine, I laughed too
— I just try, there's no way to fail at it, just look at us.
— I feel on top of the world with you, I've felt like that before being honest, but sharing it with someone else... it's the first time, and feels way better.
— Can you kiss me, please? —he nodded with a smile, grabbing my face with one of his hands— Just kiss me like you only know how to, and don't let me go.
— There's no way I'm letting you go. –he whispered over me lips, staying close to me, his nose tas touching mine and ons of his hands was unleashing my robe, caressing my skin under it, he enjoys how he makes my whole skin bristle.

He looked into my eyes the whole time, I was expecting him to kiss me, I wanted to feel his lips over mine, the taste of them, and then he finally did: I grabbed his neck with one of my hands approaching him, sighing the moment his tongue touched mine, he was driving me crazy, I was so devoted to him, and he knew it, and above it all: he loved it.
He kissed me until we both ran out of breath.

— Are you wet again? –he asked, rubbing his fingers between my thighs, I bit my lip and nodded— With only a kiss? This is new to me.
— Oh my love, I've told you before...–I grabbed his face with my two hands, kissing his smiley lips— In case you have any doubt about how much I like you and how you my body responds to your touch.
— Of course I don't. –he whispered over my lips, kissing my jawline then, grabbing my legs, keeping me from falling— I still have the chance to ask whatever I want right? –I nodded at his question
— You always got that change, my love.
— Touch yourself for me, I want to see that.
— What? –I asked surprised, with a naughty smile on my lips
— Touch yourself, like that time I was in London, and you touched yourself, I want to see it. –his deep voice was so sexy, and I was already turned on, I'd do it just staring at him
— Light a cigarette. –I demanded, standing up to take off the robe and get into the bed
— You want to smoke? –he was confused, but I didn't want to smoke
— Just do what I say, light it and you smoke it, even though it ruins your lungs, please. –I begged, while I got comfortable on the bed, laying my head between all the pillows, opening my legs, staring at him, he couldn't take his eyes off of me— It turns me on, you're just...ugh, Alexander.

He was sitting on the settee in front of the bed, he was smoking his cigarette just like I asked, I was a bit nervous, but I closed my eyes for some seconds and tried to get on the mood like that day. My left hand went down through my stomach all the way between my thighs, rubbing my fingers over my clitoris in circles, really slowly. I stared at Alex admiring every inch of him, he was such a handsome man, and half naked, with that towel on his waist was irresistible. His face serious, smoking and staring at me too. My legs started to shake, being steady was a bit uncomfortable with such pleasure between my legs. Two fingers got inside and my head fell backwards. — Oh, Alex.–I moaned, picturing in my head that was him, that he was the one touching me. I needed more of that. I rubbed my clitoris way faster, looking at him with a smile this time, his cigarette was halfway. I called for him, touching myself wasn't enough. He grabbed his cigarette with his lips, and jumped to the bed. He lifted my legs, then grabbed the cigarette with his left hand and touched me with the other one. — I'll make you cum, I need to. –he dropped, rubbing on my clitoris, while I pulled from the bed sheets, screaming his name, I wanted to see that scene between my legs, but my head was about to explode. He had his cigarette once more over his lips, rubbing on my clitoris with one of his hands, while he used the other one to touch himself. I never thought in my life that it would be so hot. I felt my crotch melt, dripping, I couldn't stand it. I wanted him to fuck me so hard. He gave the cigarette one last drag and threw it outside the bedroom, holding my two legs to sink his face between my thighs. I screamed as loud as my throat allowed me, asking him to not stop. His tongue inside me was driving me insane. He rubbed on my clitoris while I felt his mouth suck on me. He opened my legs, since I couldn't keep them open anymore, my body was shaking all over the bed.
My breath stopped for some seconds and my two arms covered my face, my back was arched. The orgasm almost stopped my heart, or at least that's how I felt it. He smiled, victorious, I couldn't keep my eyes open. And when I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him inside me. He grabbed my two hands, and my legs rounded his hips. I tried to catch my breath, but it was impossible, I never wanted to stop anyways.
I grabbed Alex by the neck, keeping him closer to me, kissing his lips while I could breath. He grabbed my two legs, his moves were leading me to another deeper orgasm, while his kissed would make me relax and get back my breath.
I made him lay on the bed this time, sitting on his hips, moving slow and deeply. His two hands went to my waistline, controlling every move. I bent down to keep him close, enjoying how my moved would get him to growl, knowing my moved were how he liked it. Everytime I closed my eyes I couldn't keep that image of him touching me and himself infront of me off my mind. I was obsessed.

We tried every pose that existed and maybe some other ones we invented too. Alex ended up in the bed, laying down tired and out of breath, and when I realized, it was five in the morning. I joked around about 'sucking his dick until he'd fall asleep' and well....almost happened.

— Come on, Izz, get in bed for once. –he asked, while I was taking a look at the room, it was beautiful, but at his last call, I went to bed with him, I walked through the balcony to get inside
— Babe, it's dawning, come see the dawn with me...–I looked at him from the door, he had his sleepy face
— I don't know even if I can get up, we can see it from the bed, come here..–he tapped on the sheets, calling me
— What's going on babe? —I sat on his side of the bed, bending to kiss his forehead— Are you tired?
— How is it that you're still able to walk after making love during more than five hours? –he asked laughing, passing his arms around me to hug my hips, kissing my waist
— Oh, I could go once more if you're down...–I whispered, taking off my robe, to get in bed with him finally— But you're tired, look at your pretty face, my beautiful man.
— I might need to Google about nymphomaniacs...–he made me laugh, I denied with my head, snuggling into his arms under the sheets, closing my eyes to enjoy his closeness
— I just love sex with you, so it might be a different decease, like some kind of obsession with Alex Turner.
— I'm okay with both things. –he whispered, letting his both arms hug me, snuggling me into his arms
— I love you, Al...–I whispered over his lips, kissing the corner of his mouth— With all my heart.
— That's all I want to hear..–he said with a smile, planting a big kiss on my cheek— And I love you, my love, endlessly.

We kissed about an hour more, it was early morning. We did it until we fell asleep, it was a beautiful morning outside, really bright and sunny, but we were only about to sleep. He was really tired, not to judge, that's how he should feel after such good performance. And after hitting the bed I felt tired too, and all I wanted to do is sleep between his arms.
My heavy eyes opened when the annoying sound of a phone woke me up. It rang once, then stopped. I closed my eyes once more and tried to get back a bit more sleep.
Then again. And once more, unstoppable.

— Babe...–I called for Alex, caressing his face trying to wake him up— Love, wake up...–I called once more, then he opened his eyes— Al, please, answer the phone, it's the fourth time.
— It will stop, later I'll see. –the phone stopped once more, then he snuggled into my arms to sleep again, then it started to ring one more time
— Al...–I grabbed his face, and looked into his eyes— Babe, please answer that phone, turn it off or text that you'll answer later, but do something please.

I begged and with one tiny kiss and one more 'please' I convinced him finally. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand and answered one of the thousand calls.

— Mom, yes...hi. –I laughed laying on the pillow, it was so funny how he changed his sleepy rough voice in just seconds— Oh I was having a bath, I left my phone downstairs...No, I haven't received your calls earlier...–he covered my mouth with one of his hands, I couldn't hold my laugh— Yes, I'm fine, everything is fine here, Penny....My girlfriend? Well, she's...yes, wor-studying, she went to college today...–he was so cute when he stuttered— No, mom, she's not pregnant, why would she be? –I couldn't stop laughing, I grabbed his hand and layed it over my stomach with mine, he opened his eyes wide open, trying not to laugh— Yes mom, yes I do...No, I won't, I'll try to see you soon, yes, yes mom. Okay, okay mom. Love you too.

The moment he left the phone a side, I couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, he laughed with me, covering his face with his two hands.

— Why didn't you tell her that I'm carrying your child? –I joked, planting a kiss on his jawline, admiring his nervous smile
— She's been calling since early morning, and I answered that call like if it was nine in the morning...–he denied with his face, and opened his arms, receiving me in them— What have you done to me, little brat? –he grabbed my face with his two hands and kissed my lips
— I seduced you and now I've got you all for me.
— You do, I'm all for you. —he layed his face over my stomach, hugging me, while my hands played with his hair— And I'm so hungry.
— I can give you something to eat, babe. –I joked, he smiled, our whole room smelled like sex— Room service? –I asked, he nodded all sleepy.

I stretched my arm to get to the phone, bringing it to the bed. I read the instructions and called for the room service room and asked for a brunch, since it was way too late for breakfast. Half hour and it would be on our door. I hung the phone and left it on the bed, I didn't wanted to move, Alex was sleepy, and all cuddly, I knew deep down he had his needy days too. I caressed his face and neck, while we stayed on the bed for a little more.

— Are you still tired, babe? –I asked him, while my fingertips ran on the edge of his arms, counting his beauty spots
— No, love, not even a little...–he whispered, then layed his chin in the middle of my stomach mouth— I'm just enjoying you, I can stay like this all day.
— I feel like I'm still dreaming, come on, pinch me. –he pinched my butt and I yelled, it fucking hurt— Babe, fuck off, that hurt.
— But you asked, don't complain. –he rubbed his hand then, trying to ease the pain, but I grabbed his hand, something hurt more than the pinch
— What do I have there? –I asked, trying to take a look under my leg, it felt like a burn— It hurts, but can't see it.
— Where I pinched you? –he asked, and then lifted my leg to see where I couldn't— Fuck, I'm an idiot.
— What? What's there? —I sat on the bed, and then I saw a tiny burn on my leg, it was all red, like fresh flesh and looked a bit gross— I don't know what burned me, can't remem....—Alex faced reminded me how crazy everything was last night, he burned me with his cigarette by mistake, but I never felt it
— I'm sorry, I never meant to burn you, I'm an idiot, fuck. –he was mad, but I was okay, it wasn't something too bad, and it wasn't intentionally
— Babe, it's alright...–I grabbed his hands, opening my legs to make him fall over me, hiding us under the sheets— It's okay love, it can happen, forget about it. –I whispered over his lips, kissing them repeatedly, he wouldn't smile
— I'm sorry, it wasn't...I didn't wanted to burn you, I'm an idiot.
— It's okay babe, that's what I'm saying...–I smiled to him, but he only grinned— I forgive you, it's my fault, I asked you to smoke, it's okay, do you love me?
— If I love you? –he asked— I fucking love you. –he finally smiled at me
— Then everything's okay, my man.

I kissed his lips, then got out of the bed, I searched for the first aid kit, Alex came with me to the bathroom. I noticed my clothes and his on the floor, so I collected them while he searched for something to disinfect my leg. He sat in the toilet top and called for me. He grabbed a cotton with some liquid and rubbed it on my skin, it burned, I complained. —It's okay, my love, I'm already done, I'll blow.–he said, and then blew on my wound so it wouldn't burn. He rubbed some alcohol on his hands and then applied some cream on my skin, and finally: a band aid. It was a Winnie Pooh one, actually my favorite.
When he finished, someone called the door, it was our brunch. Alex grabbed a robe and tied it on his waist, I went to the bed, waiting for him.
He showed up with the tray, as I asked to the room service and left it over the bed. It was a little of everything: scrambled eggs, some cookies, fruit, toasts and jam. His black coffee and my tea, english as my boyfriend. He was really hungry, I ate the whole plate of fruit, while Alex ate all the junk food: as usual, that was one of the reasons why I always liked to cook. It was a funny (and cute) scene of the two of us, he was wearing that towel robe all untied with his bare chest, messy hair and me: naked with a Winnie Pooh band-aid under my ass.

— Your cookies are better than these...–he commented, the tray was almost empty, he was finishing his coffee, while I finished my tea
— Oh, but you ate them all, babe. –I laughed, he smiled nodding— I'm not a big fan of cookies, I prefer pound cakes or puddings.
— Banana and nuts. –he added, feeling confident
— There's something you do not know about me and it's my favorite beverage. –I gave my tea the last sip, and left it on the tray, making myself a space next to him, with my back upwards
— You're always drinking all kinds of tea or smoothies if it's too hot.
— You're right babe, but it's not favorite.
— How can it be your favorite if I've never seen you drink it? –he wondered
— Because these americans don't drink it and don't even sell it, its kinda hard to get the herbs. You might not know the name, but it's the mate. Or in it's tea alike form, mate cocido.
— I do know it, it's the one that looks like weed, and you sip it with a filtered straw, I've seen it at your place.
— Yes, that one...–I clapped him, very proud that he knew my culture— I forgot to buy when I flew back from home, I always bring with me some packs of herbs, I love it. I like it sweet most of the time, you might like it bitter.
— I'll try to find it for you, it can't be impossible. It's like your german candies that I...–he suddenly stopped talking
— You what? –I asked— You found them? Alexander David finished that sentence.
— I was about to say I remembered...–he laughed, I loved those I ate on my childhood, but never found them again— I may have asked someone that was in Germany.
— You did that for me? –I grabbed his hand, kissing his knuckles, he then caressed my lower lip with his thumb, I bite it— That's the reason why you're my man.
— Because I get you german candies? –he laughed, he knew it wasn't like that
— No, silly boy...–I sat on the bed, and grabbed his face, keeping it close to mine— Because you always remember what I say, what I like, what I don't, and it's cute, like when you buy your cigarettes and in that quick stop you remember I like that grape lolly and get one for me. That's a beautiful thing to do, you let me know I'm always in your mind. –I kissed his soft lips, getting to taste that strong italian coffee from them
— You too do those kind of things for me, and I love it. –he whispered over my lips, waiting him to stop to kiss my lips— When you cook and remember I like parm. When you get up early and instead of doing something else, you get to make me those delicious cookies. Or everytime I'm about to leave you give me a bottle of water, because you know I always feel the need to get one.
— Also because I'm tired of taking them out of your car, you stinky bastard. –he laughed while he kissed the corner of my mouth, I snuggled into his arms, planting one kiss over his neck
— Don't complain about my empty bottles, I don't complain about your...–I interrupted him, shutting his mouth with my fingers
— You can't complain about me, there is nothing, I do know it, admit it. –I challenged him, as he tried not to laugh, denying with his head
— There's something.
— Spill it if you dare, Alexander. –I waited for him to spill it, he took some seconds to do it
— You hang your thongs in the bathroom. All over it. What's your fetish with it? Or is it a way to mark your territory? –he couldn't stop laughing, I bit my lower lip, trying not to get mad, I also wanted to laugh— Or is it something morbid about it?
— Alex don't you ever got to think that I washed them and hang them so they can dry? –it was too obvious
— In the bathroom? –he asked again
— Yes, love, I washed them when I shower, they aren't dirty, I washed them everyday, it's not like I pee myself. And don't say that...–he was surprised, he interrupted me
— Well, it's not like I smelled them. —I almost yelled, I covered my face with my two hands
— Admit that you've smelled them.
— I never smelled them.
— Say to my face, look me in the eyes. –I grabbed him by the chin, making him look into my eyes— Say it now.
— I can't. –he laughed, he was a nasty man, and I kinda liked it though
— I knew it, I did, but yes my kinky boy, I wash them. And I promise not to hang them in your bathroom anymore. I'm sorry.

I kissed his lips as a forgiving offer, remaining between his arms. The day outside was a bit cloudy, but we didn't planned go spend the day outside doing something. I even wondered when would we leave this place. He turned the TV on, it was a big screen on the wall, but there was nothing new to see, or any movie of those we liked to see again and again.