The Alexandra Series by Lizbeth Dusseau Read Free Book Online

was dreamy, her lips contorting into a grimace. She hurried on and began to tongue them, looking so deeply enthralled with her own desire that I thought she would get off without my doing a thing at all.
    Suddenly she rose up on her knees and removed the skirt. I gasped seeing her body entirely naked. Her flesh was firm and supple, and her bronze skin shone in the dancing candlelight. I nearly gasped seeing the animal inside eyes. I felt the raw heat of her. She was like a tigress, feral and untamed. I smelled her crotch, her sex, her lust and drew it into me, savoring the earthy perfume. But she was so lost within herself that she hardly knew I was there. The essence of her sexuality appeared before me and all I needed to do was watch and enjoy.
    She began to sway like a lazy feline cat, then dropped to her hands and knees and began rubbing her body lewdly against the couch. She crawled catlike across the room. I could see the muscles of her steamy thighs undulate as she moved, the pouch of the sex between her legs, her hot pussy seemed to swell as if it were grabbing its pleasure from the air. She moved about and backed into the edge of a chair, her bottom moving against it for some moments. Then she lowered her breasts to the rug, where her tender flesh sought out the toughness of the carpet to stimulate them. She made love to her body. Everything she touched aroused her. I sensed that my gaze was the catalyst that kept her moving toward the inevitable climax. I wanted to play with her, yet I held back in fear, afraid to interrupt.
    As she taunted me with her blatant womanhood, she taught me pleasure I never dreamed possible. She began to finger herself in rhythmic movements—not hard and fast as I often needed, but gently. I could feel her climax building, slowly, determinedly, until with little effort she tripped the switch of her orgasm and her body went taut. Her voice lifted into the air with the sumptuous sounds of orgasm.
    She left me speechless, having drawn me into her moment of glory, while I’d done nothing at all.
    What a magnificent gift to see such pleasure so effortlessly exposed. I didn’t know what to do or say, or how to feel, or what to think. When her spasms finally subsided, she crawled to me, still cat-like, and laid her head on my chest.
    “Oh, my dear Alex,” she whispered, her voice hushed and deep and resonant.
    I realized then that I needed to say nothing. She made me believe that even though I hadn’t laid a hand on her, I’d been as much a part of her pleasure as she was of mine. For a long while, we remained on the couch like spent lovers enjoying the aftermath of good sex.
    “You’ve made this so satisfying,” she whispered at last.
    “How do you mean?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
    “What a silly question. I could feel you with me.”
    “But I didn’t touch you!”
    “Oh, but you did,” she sighed, “with your eyes and your desire. You would have joined me soon enough. But that didn’t matter, not tonight.”
    She was right. I wish I hadn’t held back, but nonetheless, we still made love. And for my part, it was as much as I could handle. I was beginning to feel the bliss she felt, beginning to understand what she meant by pleasure. Sex is more than just the motions, more than orgasm. She’d stripped herself wide open before my eyes. Never had I been part of anything so profound. Never had I given myself to another person as I did that night. I guess we had made love.
    “Oh, Alex, I am going to miss you,” she said, sighing deeply.
    What was that? “Miss me? Why miss me?”
    She pulled herself away from me and sat on the floor as I reclined on the couch above.“I’ve been offered a theatre job in Florida. I’m leaving next week.”
    I sat up stunned, feeling as if she’d slapped me in the face.
    “I’m sorry it has to end this way, so quickly, just when we were getting to know each other.”
    “This is ending? I can’t believe that,” I said in