Serenity Pt 04

(This is chapter 4 in the story of Alice and Lewis. At the end of the previous chapter Alice asks Lewis to go home with her. This chapter begins as they drive to her apartment.)

Lewis and I are cruising down the highway to my home. I try to goad him into racing but he points two fingers at his visor and turns them to the road ahead.

I sigh, turn up my music and cruise.

Once parked at my apartment I lean against his car and pout as he takes off his helmet and gloves.

He holds his helmet at his hip and mock glares at me. 'What?'

My lips twitch as I try to maintain my pout but before I can get out two words my expression cracks. 'You missed the chance to race your own car!'

He shakes his head, 'Not on a highway, you're too wild out there.'

Immediately defensive I say, 'At least I've never cartwheeled into a ditch.'

I regret it the moment the words pass my lips and I reach towards him, 'I'm sorry. I should not have said that.'

He touches my hand and curls his fingers in mine. 'I don't want you to ever find out what it feels like to crash.'

My gaze drops to his boots as I shake my head.

'Thought I fixed my head better than to snap when someone is telling me a truth I don't want to hear.'

'Pobody's nerfect' He says with his face splitting grin.

I laugh and roll my eyes at the old joke.

Lewis's face turns serious, 'I am worried about you though, I hope you'll listen to the voice in your head saying slow down.'

Part of my mind yells, 'I will not be told how to live my own life!' but a different, quiet voice knows he's right.

'I just.. I've been cautious. I've listened to every warning and done my best to steer clear of danger, it also meant being afraid of the excitement of risk.' I say in a soft voice.

He strokes my chin and I lift my face towards him.

He looks into my eyes as he says, 'I was lucky enough to be a kid when I was a kid. I made stupid mistakes because I didn't have any wisdom to temper my wildness. I survived by luck.'

I flutter my eyelashes, 'So you're saying I'm making a stupid mistake and am going to end up wrapped around a pole?'

Lewis grins again but with earnest concern he replies, 'I'm saying you need to let loose on a track instead of a highway.'

I glance back at his car and raise an eyebrow.

'Nope. When your car is ready you and I will race on the pro track just outside the city. The shop has a standing invitation to test cars on their track.'

I jump into his arms and between peppering his neck and face with kisses I exclaim, 'That's amazing! Thank you!'

He chuckles as I rest my head on his shoulder.

'I know I needed the reality check, thank you for that as well.' I release my grip and slide to the ground.

As my hand moves down the arm of his riding jacket I grasp his. 'Come in.'

We walk up to my apartment and I show him where he can put his gear. I'm slightly disappointed to see he's wearing a shirt under his coat.

'Have a seat.' I say pointing to my only couch.

He thumps down onto my new but comfy cushions.

In a sultry voice I say, 'I'll be right back, I need to change into something.. more comfortable.' and I sashay off to my bedroom.

A few minutes later I walk out braless in my favourite oversize band T-shirt and baggy pyjama pants.

'Tease.' he says as I sit on the couch next to him.

'You don't like my comfy clothes?' I exaggerate a disappointed expression.

He draws me to him, my back against his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

'Love them.' he says, 'I am perfectly comfy.'

I nestle into him and my body relaxes. 'Me too.'

After a few minutes of content silence I speak.

'Did something in your past make you not want to ask me for anything?'

His long sigh ruffles my hair. 'You want to know my history?'

'I want to understand you.' I reply.

'You just want sex, a toy friend. Why would my baggage matter?' he asks.

His tone isn't irritated or accusational, it's just a question.

'The past few days have shown me,' I confess, 'I am not a person who wishes for emotionless sex, my pleasure needs connection. I don't want this to be one sided.'

He's quiet, his hands move with light pressure kneading my shoulders.

I can hear the restraint as he says, 'I am grateful for any pieces you wish to share.'

'But why?' I ask him.

Lewis presses his face into my hair and inhales, then he speaks.

'I can be.. a bit too much.'

I wrinkle my nose and shift so I can look at his face.

He continues, 'In the past I've thrown myself into relationships without hesitation, without worry about the future. I was told I move too quickly, my feelings too strong. I've learned that jumping into a deeper relationship quickly is not normal. They said I smothered them. I guess my enthusiasm comes across as obsessive.'

A small smile flickers across his face before his eyes close and he raises his face to the ceiling.

'The instinct is trying to come out, you're on my mind constantly. The instant our eyes met I felt myself longing to give you everything you've ever wanted. But I've learned from my mistakes. I won't ask for anything, I won't let myself hope for anything. I'm happy with whatever you choose to give me.'

I lean back against the couch as I reply. 'I think that is the definition of a hopeless romantic.'

Lewis opens one eye to look at me quizzically.

I pause as I replay what he said, 'I can see how your experiences have created hesitation. But I like passion, I like attention, I like knowing you think about me when we aren't together.'

My smile fades as I realise he is denying himself the full relationship he wants. I feel the need to explain why I refuse more attachment than we have right now. I want him to choose where he wants to go from here.

I keep talking, 'I won't commit to anything. I don't have the strength to push back against pressure, not yet. Long term relationships are all give and take and I don't have a lot to give right now.'

I feel my jaw clench as I carry on, 'In the end people always take more than I want to give. I don't want to feel that from you so I won't give you the chance.'

I can tell I've upset him, of course I did. Nobody likes being told you don't trust them.

Lewis narrows his eyes and his eyebrows draw down. 'There is no 'take', not ever.'

I try to make my words teasing, 'Come on, of course there is, guys have needs and sometimes we just have to give in.'

He looks angry as he places his hands on each side of my face; my heart beats faster at the intensity in his eyes. 'Everything in a relationship is given, never taken. Anything else is abuse.'

He is being earnest, he truly believes what he's saying. I look away from him and consider. Nothing I've experienced has been bad enough to be called abuse, has it?

He releases my face and moves with a quick jerk backwards.

His next words spill out in a burst, 'Sorry, I'm sorry. That was aggressive. I shouldn't have touched you, shouldn't have spoken to you like that.'

He pushes his body back onto the edge of the couch trying to create space between us. I lift his hand and lay my cheek against his palm. My heart slows at the touch and he stops squirming away.

With a quiet voice and pale smile I say, 'My experiences were different, I will remember what you said.'

His shoulders relax; as he settles onto the couch I lean against him. I pull on his leg to wrap it around me. I run my fingers along the knuckles of his hand in a slow steady motion. I press between them and massage each of his oil stained fingers. We are sitting in silence again and his breath is warm against my neck; I continue to play with his hand.

When his other hand drops from the edge of the couch to my shoulder I massage that one as well. It takes me a while to realise he's fallen asleep. Shimmying a little lower I rest my head on his chest and he moves his arm around my waist. I fall asleep soon after.

I'm awoken by a jolt of movement. Lewis is breathing fast and I lift my head from his chest to wait for his sleepy mind to recognise me.

It only takes a moment and his body relaxes.

He mumbles 'Sorry.'

I curl against him again.

'Why did you let me sleep?' he asks.

'Because you were tired and so was I. You make a great pillow by the way.' I yawn and pull his arm to wrap around me as though he's a blanket.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest and I grin. 'Mmm a vibrating pillow, even better.'

I fall back into sleep and am roused by him stroking my hair.

'You snore.' he says bluntly.

When I move to get out of his embrace he says, 'It sounds like a purr, utterly adorable.'

I shake my head, 'Lead with the cute part next time.'

'Noted.' he says and I can hear the mischievous tone.

I stretch my arms and ruffle his hair. As I stretch the rest of my body the movement create a little shiver as all my muscles release tension.

'It has been a long time since I have had such a deep sleep. Would you like some coffee?'

'I prefer tea if you have some.' he says. 'Can I use your shower? I hadn't intended to stay all night.' He winces at his words, 'That didn't come out right.'

I laugh, 'I didn't intend to fall asleep with a hot mechanic on my couch. But I love happy surprises.'

'You aren't mad?' his face shows honest worry.

'Of course not! I told you, best sleep I can remember.'

He studies me for a moment, 'You can be quite confusing at times.'

I grin at him as I stand. I put the kettle on to boil, I show him where the shower is, and hand him a towel and wash cloth.

My mind wanders as I hear the water flowing. I think about what he told me, I think about ways to show him his passion is part of his appeal to me. Seeing flashes of it these past few days has been exhilarating and I want more.

I walk to the bathroom door and hesitate. I could knock, I suspect he wouldn't mind the company. Do I have the courage? I look at the oversized T-shirt concealing the belly and rolls of my middle aged body. I sigh and lean my back against the bathroom door as my confidence bleeds away. I let my head thump back against the door. It's one thing to be naked at night but totally different in the bright light of my bathroom.

Without even a moment to gasp I'm falling backwards as the door opens; Lewis catches me before I hit the floor. His arms are hooked under mine and he holds me mid fall. I stare up at him blushing and surprised.

'You don't have to eavesdrop to hear me moan your name, Alice.' Lewis's face breaks into a cheeky grin.

'Maybe I wanted to make sure it wasn't someone else's name you said.' The words tumble out before I think.

His fingers graze my neck as he says, 'No one else's name means as much to me as yours.'

Then he blushes and rushes out, 'Too much, sorry, that was too much.'

I scramble to get my feet under me and he releases his hold on me. As I turn to face him and am about to apologise for creeping outside the bathroom door.. I stop, mouth still open to speak. Once again I am stunned by the sight of him. This time his full body is on display. His wet hair sends a few beads of water rolling down his face.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and press my hands to his chest; he takes a step back with an amused expression.

'I was trying to convince myself to knock and ask if I could join you.' I admit. 'But my self confidence evaporated the more I thought about you seeing my body; I don't look like a 30 year old anymore.'

As I stand in the doorway Lewis's eyes sparkle. 'I've already seen enough of your body to know I want more. Please shower with me.'

He asked me for something he wants, it's the push I need.

I walk in and close the door but hesitate. 'Maybe don't look at me for a minute.'

His smile is soft as he steps into the shower. I can see his back through the hazy glass door.

With a few calming breaths I undress; he reaches for a bar of soap as I slide in behind him. I run my hands up his back with palms pressed on each side of his spine. Before my hands touch his shoulders I snake them around to his stomach. I squeeze his body against mine and press my cheek to his back.

Lewis doesn't turn around, he places a hand over mine and continues to wash himself. A few moments later he presses the soap into my hand, I run it along his back and rub the strawberry scented suds all over. As I get lower I put the soap down and my hands roam across his ass. I attempt a light pinch on one cheek and he looks back at me with an eyebrow raised. His butt's too firm for that so I give it a squeeze instead.

'My turn.' Lewis says as he pulls me into the stream of water.

It's a sweet simple shower. We wash with caresses as our wet skin slides together and share the water from the shower head. When I'm standing with his chest pressed to my back his cock stirs against my ass. I arch my back and am rewarded with another throb as it grows harder. His hands pull my hips back into him and I wiggle so his length is pressed between my cheeks. I lift my chin and with water streaming down us, we share a slow lingering kiss.

Until water drips into my nose and I sputter. I giggle in embarrassment but he laughs it off and the water stops flowing. I turn to face him and I reach for his cock. My fingertips trace the head and a soft mmm rumbles past his lips.

Lewis kisses my ear and moves with tender care along my neck and shoulder. I continue to stroke his cock and convulsively increase my grip as his tongue traces my nipples. He moves lower and his cock pulls away from my hand. As he settles to his knees in front of me I'm not sure what to do with my hands. He grasps my wrists and guides one hand to the wall and brings my other hand to his shoulder. He doesn't stop kissing and tracing, flicking his tongue against my skin as he continues down my body. His mouth opens as he reaches my hip; he presses my skin between his teeth and I shiver. He lets out a little sighing hum of pleasure, his hands are squeezing low on my ass with light pressure encouraging me to relax my tightly closed thighs.

A puff of warm moist air across the hair of my mons elicits a quiver in me, he kisses the seam of my thigh and hip. His cheek brushes the hair while he moves lower and I'm surprised at the erotic tickling sensation.

Lewis's hands knead and caress my ass, his fingers spread my cheeks. Flickers of electricity flow up to my abdomen with each twist of his tongue or sucking kiss. He looks at me when his hands spread my sex open to him. My thighs are wide apart and my back now pressed against the shower tiles.

With our eyes locked his tongue flicks and my body shudders at the touch to my perineum. His eyes crinkle in mirth and pleasure, he does it again. I brace both hands behind me against the wall. His eyes flutter as his next touch is a sweep from my ass to the spot producing moisture, his tongue dips into me and he hums. Then his tongue and lips are twisting around my entrance, I wonder if he enjoys my taste. I try to fight the insecurities but my shoulders curl forward.

Perhaps sensing my tension he rests his cheek against my thigh and licks his lips.

His voice is low, 'I've been craving more of your nectar since the first time I tasted you.'

His brief pause ends as his mouth devours me. I'm overwhelmed by the sensation. After only a few minutes my body quivers, the muscles of my ass and thighs flash between strained and weak. My head falls back as my hands press his head against me. My body is falling towards my orgasm. Lewis slides an arm around my back and I'm pressed hard against him. He trails one finger down past my slit and I explode. My legs give out and I topple as fireworks erupt through my body and mind, I'm unaware of anything except wildly sparking nerves and shaking muscles.

I realise I'm laying on top of Lewis when I'm released from my pleasure induced coma. Sparkling blue eyes and pursed lips look up at me. I press my lips to his, I taste myself and I moan. A few quivers still roll through my body and I feel him responding. His cock presses hard against my stomach as he flexes his hips.

He whispers, 'I'm going to cum.'

Without thought I reach for his cock and guide it through my swollen folds. The tip presses against my thrumming clit and when he groans his hot seed flows between us.

I remain still and warm as my mind uncoils. Then It occurs to me that he is laying on the hard tile floor of my shower. My eyes widen, I must have fallen onto him.

'Are you okay? Did I hurt you?' I ask as I reach for his hair to search for a lump on the back of his head.

Lewis chuckles and says he caught me and laid us both down. No he wasn't hurt, not to worry. That he had me.

I shift onto my knees straddling him. His cock is softening but I wriggle so the head is at my entrance, I let my hips lower a little. His body jerks as the sensitive tip presses into me ever so slightly.

'Alice, you know I ca..' he begins to say but I cut him off.

'I know. I wanted a taste, a tease.' I laboriously climb off him with trembling legs.

I hold my hand out to him when I'm standing and though he grasps my hand, he moves much easier to his feet. As we embrace he turns the shower on again.

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I don't have to work today so I plan to spend the whole day at the shop. I tell Lewis I'll see him there and he heads home to change clothes. I stop for 2 black coffees, a mocha latte, and a green tea. Somehow we arrive at the shop at the same time. I pull on my coveralls as he takes off his gear and I notice he's wearing a pair of jeans that show off his ass and a tight black T-shirt. I lean against Firefly slowly zipping my coveralls and stare at him. He walks towards me and pulls them open again as he presses me against his civic.

I giggle, 'Do I have to teach you how zippers work?'

He pulls the top of my coveralls off my shoulders and looks at my tight white T-shirt, 'Nope, I nailed it.'

'Not yet.' I whisper into his ear.

He laughs and pulls my coveralls back over my shoulders, 'Then I'll put these away for later.'

We walk through the open shop door and Will yells out, 'About time you two showed up!'

It's a only a few minutes past 9 am but I glance at Lewis to see if the words were meant as a joke or jab. He looks hesitant as he glances at Will but shrugs and we walk to my car.

We chat as he bolts tubes and clamps and lots of things I can't name to the underside of my car. We talk about our dreams and aspirations, our favourite shows, he asks me about the romance books I read. I find out his favourite animal is the platypus and when I ask him why he says it's because they make him laugh. Around noon Will walks over and hands us each a sub.

'I got you a veggie sub.' He says to me, 'Hope it's okay, I don't know what you eat.'

'You are so thoughtful, thank you!'

Wil looks around under my car as he eats his sandwich. He and Lewis talk about what needs to be done. There seems to be a tricky bit that needs to be worked around and they each have a different idea of how to do it. In the end Lewis agrees Will's way is better.

Will asks us to help him with the Mercedes when we are done eating. He has been busy, the entire engine and transmission is sitting in a lift off to the side. There's a large wooden crate near the hoist and I wonder what is inside.

Max pokes his head out of the office and yells at Will, 'If you leave another chicken scratch invoice underneath the til I will drop your ass! How the hell am I supposed to hound these assholes for money if I don't even know they owe us.'

I can hear him grumble and yell the occasional obscenity for the next 5 minutes amidst the sound of ruffling paper and keyboard clacks.

Lewis finishes his sandwich before me and with a sly glint in his eye asks, 'So what is your preferred sub?'

I give him a smirk and an obvious look up and down his body but all I say is, 'Veggie actually, with avocado.'