Confessions of an Alli Cat

But it isn’t long before we’re in the elevator and he turns to me.

“We’re alone,” he points out. And that’s all it takes.

I’m in his arms immediately, inhaling his sexy-as-hell scent and wrapping my tongue around his.  It’s funny how when you fantasize about someone, typically you don’t find out how they would actually be in person.  I am pleased to report that Alex is ten million times better than my fantasies.

He pins me to the gold mirrored wall, his hand sliding up between my legs.

“You’re wet for me,” he whispers in my ear.  “I can tell through your panties.  Today of all days, why did you wear panties?”

I laugh.  “I told you, I usually do.”

“New rule,” he says with a growl.  “No panties.”

I laugh as I grab him through his slacks.  He is so hard that there is a perfect indention of his penis through his pants.  I shove it against me, grinding it into me.  He groans again which totally turns me on.

“New rule,” I tell him.  “No pants.  Ever.”

It’s his turn to chuckle.  “That might make meetings at work awkward.  Although, you somehow manage it.”

I glare at him as my fingers tighten around him through his pants.  “One time.  One freaking time and I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

He’s already shaking his head and laughing. “Alli, I’m sorry, but that particular incident was too good to ever let you forget it.”

I’m rolling my eyes as the elevator glides to a stop and the doors open, letting two other people on.  The younger couple looks at us and we separate.  I know my cheeks are flushed.

Alex flashes me a you’re-going-to-get-it look.  I flush again.

The elevator finally stops on our floor and we hurry out and down the hall.  Alex slides the key in the lock and we tumble through the door. I drop my purse and turn to him and he shoves me against the wall, lifting my ass in his hands as he pushes his tongue into my mouth.

This moment is hot and primal and I totally give in to it.

My delicate silk shirt doesn’t last long.  It’s ripped off within a minute and I watch the torn fabric bits fall to the floor.  My stockings follow and then I’m lifted again, my legs wrapped around Alex’s strong hips.  One quick rustle of foil and then he’s sliding into me with my skirt shoved up around my waist.

I gasp, pulling him closer, pulling his head into my br**sts.  He sucks there; licking, lapping, nipping.  I moan and he rams into me harder.  The wall grates against my back, but I don’t even notice it.  All I can focus on is Alex’s ragged breathing, his beautiful body, his intoxicating smell and this erotic moment.

He grabs me and carries me to the bed with my legs wrapped around his waist.  He lays me down quickly with his hand beneath my head, kissing me so thoroughly that I think I will go insane unless he’s inside of me again.

“Please,” I tell him, pulling at him.

“Please what?” he asks impishly, purposely resisting my fingers.

“Please f**k me,” I tell him, remembering Shade’s words.  Men like naughty words.

Alex smiles wickedly.  “Fuck you how?” he asks softly as he slides into me.

“Fuck me hard,” I tell him.  “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

He inhales and grabs me, sliding into me roughly.  And he does f**k me hard.  After a while, he flips me over and enters me from behind, pulling my head back by my hair with just the right amount of pressure.

Oh, my lord.

This is erotic and primal and almost desperate, because the sexual tension has built up for so long.  And now it is exploding.

After I shout his name and collapse onto the bed, Alex throws his head back and comes with a shudder.  And then he drops into a heap next to me.  He is damp and so am I. He reaches over and brushes my hair out of my eye.

“That was amazing,” he tells me.  “You’re a wildcat.”

I smile.  “I think the proper term is cougar.”

He chuckles and I nestle into his side.  “I thought cougars dated younger men?”

A pang shoots through me, but I set it aside.  That’s a part of my life that is private.  I never have to reveal it.  So, I smile instead.

“Oh, I like to think that a cougar is simply a mature woman who knows what she wants- both in the bedroom and out.”

“Oh, you certainly are that,” Alex agrees.

We lay entwined on the plush bed for the next half hour, relaxing and chatting softly.  Finally, I look up at him.

“I think we’re sexually compatible.”

He laughs.  “Um, yes.  I think that is safe to say. Not that I ever had any doubts.”

He bends his head and kisses me, gently this time.  The sense of desperation is gone now and so this time, we allow ourselves the luxury of being slow and relaxed.

He slides his hands everywhere and tells me that I’m beautiful.  I mimic his movements and tell him the same.

“Men aren’t beautiful,” he says with a smile as he kisses my neck.

“You are,” I argue as I cover his lips with my own.

And then he makes love to me.  And it does feel like making love.  With Shade, it was never that.  It was sex… it was f**king… it was f**king amazing.  But it wasn’t making love.

With Alex….there is something here between us. Something amazing.  And something tender and sweet and sexy and f**king hot.  And it does feel like making love. And we make love three more times before we realize that it is 3:00 pm.

“Look at the time!” I exclaim as I finally glance at the clock.  “Sophie will be getting home from school in an hour or so.”

“Can you call and tell her that you’ll be late?” Alex asks as he sits on the side of the bed. “We have a shower to take and then I think I could use some food for sustenance.”

I glance at him.  “Sustenance?”

Alex laughs.  “I’m not as young as I used to be. I require food and drink after ha**ng s*x four times. We were supposed to have brunch, you know, until you distracted me with your feminine wiles.”

I stare at him.  “Um, you impaled my leg with your penis in my office.  You’re hardly innocent in this.”

He laughs again.

I shake my head and let him pull me to the big stone shower.  Where, even though he hasn’t had any sustenance yet, we have sex for a fifth time.