Capítulo 43: Kokomo
When he returned, he put in Cocktail, the most incredible bar movie ever made starring Tom Cruise, Elizabeth Shue, and Bryan Brown; it was released in 1988. She learned the quote he had used earlier was called Coughlin's Law.
They each had another drink and ate every cannoli in the box. By the movie's end, she sang Kokomo; although she completely butchered the song, he enjoyed the concert. She watched her, not the movie.
She's so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky? I need to thank David for making me go out that night. I'm glad that he kept on me till I caved. I wonder what it would be like if I hadn't met Allie at the crime scene. I wonder how that would have gone. My best guess is that it would have gone the same. If she didn't recognize me the first day and she treated me like crap, my guess is not much would be different.
She stood up, stretched, swayed a little, lost her balance, and fell forward on him, stopping herself with her hands on the back of the couch, cageing him in.
"Well, hello there," he said, holding her hips. "Can I help you with something?"
"I think I want to give you that lap dance now." She smiled with the tip of her tongue playfully sticking out between her teeth.
"Do you now?" he asked, with a chuckle.
All her inhibitions were gone. Being next to Dean, she felt free—free of her past, free of her mistakes, free to do what she wanted and desired and to give herself to him.
His ears were bright red. She kissed him with the passion of a spouse kissing their Marine after they returned from a nine-month deployment.
I know Dean would have never cheated, no matter how long I would be gone. He's such a gentleman. You can tell that his Mama raised him right, and I have a feeling he really is a Cowboy. I wonder if I would have done things differently when we met at the crime scene. I must admit that the second he turned around, I showered my panties.
She straddled him and tucked her body close to his. It was like they were back in his truck that night when they left Muldoon's. She continued to kiss him. His hair smelled like a raspberry; his mouth now tasted like cannoli. Her hair smelled of lavender. Her fingers were entangled in his hair.
His hands were on her back. He ran them up and lifted the back of her shirt. He touched her soft skin. His fingers ran over bumps on her back. There were scars, five of them. The skin was slightly raised from a hasty job a Corpsman did in the middle of a sandy hell somewhere.
She didn't notice him touching them; she was too distracted, and the alcohol had her tingling all over. He continued to run his hands over them. He didn't want her to think he had found them and was now put off. He could never be put off while caressing her.
He kissed her and explored her body one inch at a time. She could feel him growing through the layers of their jeans. She felt like a teenager in her boyfriend's basement, parents upstairs in the living room.
She slowly began moving her hips back and forth. The feeling of him pressed against her, the feeling of her pressed and grinding against him.
He closed his eyes and put his head back, ecstasy in every movement. It didn't even matter that there were two layers of denim between them. With his hands on her hips, he guided her and set the pace. He pressed his hips upward and pressed hard against her. She could feel herself growing wet.
He heard her softly moan. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were closed, her head tipped back, and her mouth slightly open. She was breathing fast and shallow. She was so beautiful at that moment.
He wanted her. He wanted to hear her climax, feel her tight pussy strangle his cock. He wanted to feel her bare like the first time and the second time. He wanted to spill his seed deep inside her. He wanted to hear her say his name in a moment of exhilaration. He couldn't let this happen, not like this. He didn't want to have sex with her on a couch in his basement. That's not the way he felt about her.
"Allie," he whispered between breaths. "Alexsandra."
She stopped and opened her eyes. "What? What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing is wrong. I don't want to do this here."
She looked at him with confusion and sullen disappointment. "You don't want to have sex with me?"
She was growing angry and hurt. She got off him and pulled her shirt down. "Let me get this straight: you don't want to have sex with me!" she exclaimed. "What have we been waiting for if you don't want to in the first place?"
He stood up and held her around her waist. "Alexsandra, I don't want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you, but not on a couch in my basement with CSI playing on the TV in the background.
"We waited till the time was right. If we are going to do this, we will do it right. I want it to be up in the clouds. Because that's the way I feel when I'm with you, like I am in heaven. So not like this. Not when you are so inebriated. That's what happened the first and second times. I don't want this to be like that."
His tone was almost apologetic but sincere and full of truth. A tear ran down her cheek. He brushed it away with his fingers. She put her head down. He picked her face up by her chin. "I'm sorry. I didn't plan this. I want to do right by you," he said.
"Dean, it won't be like the first or second time. Even though you must admit, those times were incredible. You mean so much to me. These past few months of getting to know the real you have been amazing. I'm ready to do this. I was telling Mmm... myself that I am ready."
"How can you be so sure?" he asked.
"I know because the day I looked up into those beautiful green eyes, we held a long gaze. Dean, I hate green. I've never liked it except for your eyes. I wanted you when you caught me at Jack's; I was begging inside for you to kiss me right there in front of all those people to let them know who I am off the market. Not that I let anyone shop. But you didn't.
"I wanted you the day you burst into my interrogation. I didn't want to admit that when he came to defend me, my heart melted a little, and the water went straight to my panties. So, I pushed you away hard."
"I've thought about you for months. Hell, I've dreamed about waking up next to you. Those are my best dreams. Before I go to sleep, I hope every night that I will have another one of those dreams. It's the only thing that keeps the demons in check. So, no, I will never question what we do when we do it. I would ask if we could do it again... and again," she said.
His heart leaped. His stomach felt like he was on Millenium Force going down the 220-foothill. He smiled. He looked at her in complete reverence. "Really?"
She put her hands on his cheeks, stroking them with her thumbs. "Really. Dean, you'll never be a mistake."
"Well, since you put it that way," he said.
He picked her up and carried her effortlessly up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom. They kissed the entire way up. He laid her down gently on the bed.
He stood at the end, and she watched him remove his shirt. It was as if he was moving in slow motion.
She went to the end of the bed and got to her feet. She ran her fingers, tracing every muscle in his chest. Her fingers traveled down the center of his stomach.
Her eyes locked onto his as she got on her knees. Her tongue ran up and down that beautiful treasure trail. He sucked in a breath and held it. The feeling was outstanding. He liked her taking control now, but when he got her naked, he would return the favor as many times as he can.
She unbuckled his belt and slid it slowly out of the loops. His jeans were slung low, and the band of his boxer briefs was sticking out; he looked like an underwear model.
He felt the button pop and the zipper pull down. She ran her finger inside his waistband back and forth, gently touching him on the tip of his erection. His jeans dropped to the floor. And she fell to her knees.
Her tongue traveled to the waistband. His tip was straining hard to pop out. She pressed her face against his warm hard cock and moved her cheek. She traced it with her nose.
"What are you doing, Princess? That feels different... but good." He took in the feeling of her warm breath passing through the cotton. The touch was so light that it was as if she wasn't touching at all, but he felt the pleasure.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. Allie took hold of his waistband. He watched her as she pulled them down, and he finished and kicked them to the side somewhere.
"Still impressive."
"Umm... thank you?" Dean breathed out.
"No. Thank you."
She took him in her hand. She pressed it against her lips. He was warm, and his skin was smooth and velvety soft against her lips.
Oh, God, yes. She's going to give me one of her epic blowjobs. No one can suck dick like my Princess. When I die, I want to die after getting one last legendary blowjob from my Princess.
She took him in her hand. He was warm, and his skin was smooth and velvety soft against her lips.
She ran her tongue over the tip. The precum was slightly salty on her tongue.
The first second he was in her mouth felt amazing to him. It was warm, and she was gentle. He was looking down, watching her. She looked up at him with her eyes staring directly into his. They were big, and they were beautiful.
He could have sworn he was looking at the face of an Angel. She put the head entirely in her mouth and ran her tongue along it in circles. She grabbed the back of his thighs so that she could push him in further. He moaned, and she felt his legs shake ever so slightly. She held him in her mouth by sucking on him.
Look, Dean. No hands. She laughed to herself.
"Oh my God. I don't know if my legs are going to hold out. My knees are weak," he said.
He continued to watch her. She put as much of him in her mouth as she could. She began plunging deeper with every stroke, doing her best to take more in each time. She would hold it there momentarily, wiggling her head slightly to push it further down.
A couple of seconds would go by, she would pull back, and she would try again. He stared down at her and watched as she drove him further and further into her throat. His legs shuddered hard. He put his hand gently on his head. He ran his fingers through her hair.
"Your mouth is so amazing. If there is a heaven, it would be just as we are right now, and I would stay here for all eternity."
She slowly moved her hand up and down with a bit of pressure. He was squeezing his hand open and close like he was using a stress ball. She stroked his testicles.
"Harder, faster, please," he moaned.
She did exactly what he asked. She grabbed his balls and pulled on them.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HOLY FUCK! YES! THAT IS FUCKING AMAZING!"
"I'm right there, Princess. Pull harder! Yes, your mouth is award-winning!" His body shook uncontrollably. He stopped running his fingers in her hair and cradled her face. He inhaled deeply. He exhaled and staggered. "Please don't stop, Allie. Allie, Allie, I'm going to come. I'm going to..." he stopped short.
The sudden rush of adrenaline and her skillful mouth gave him the best orgasm he had ever had. She continued to suck on him till his erection was gone. He tasted a little sweet and a touch salty. The smell of his musk was subtle.
He was breathing hard and fast, legs still shaking. He blinked with heavy eyelids. He stood there for a few moments. He was frozen. He couldn't move. He had no desire to.
She brought him to a place of euphoria he had never been to before. No one has ever made him feel this way. It was different than anyone else. It meant more to him.
She looked up at him. He met her gaze. She sat there, taking him all. He may have gone soft, but he was still long and thick. His body looked like a bronze sculpture. He was tan, which accentuated the definition of his muscles.
She was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He lifted her shirt above her head. She was in a lilac bra. Her breasts were firm and swollen. He dropped her shirt to the side of the bed. He reached around her, unhooked her bra, and kissed her shoulder up to the crook of her neck. Her nipples were erect.
He slid off her jeans and her socks. He got to his knees and spread her thighs open. He could smell her; the damp spot on her matching panties was like an aphrodisiac. She had a sweet, musky smell to her. He kissed the inside of her thighs. The skin was soft and smooth. She laid on her back. Now he was the one running his mouth and nose along her sex.
"You're right. It feels different but totally awesome. He slid her panties off and put her legs on his shoulders. He put his head between her legs. He ran his tongue up and down her inner thighs. He was teasing her. He would gently graze her with his tongue. She was aching for him. He ran his tongue along the length of her lips. He licked her like an ice cream cone. She shivered. He flicked his tongue against her clit. She started to move her hips in the opposite direction of his tongue. When his tongue went up, her hips went down.
She was fucking his mouth. He needed to taste her. He thrust his tongue deep into her. She let out a small yelp of pleasure. His mouth and chin became slick with her wetness. Her lips were swollen and full. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. It was erotic. It was sensual. Her legs were wrapped around his neck. It was taking her every ounce of self-control to keep her from drawing him in tight. After all, she didn't want to suffocate him.
He looked up at her. She stared directly into his eyes. She had never looked anyone in the eyes like she was now. She used to do it only for pleasure, never for the emotional connection. Emotions only got in the way of life.
She couldn't contain herself anymore. She grabbed the crown of his head and pulled him into her tighter. She was soaking his face. She wanted to come but stopped herself. She didn't want it to end. Her hips gyrated against his face; he started licking her faster and faster. She held his head in place and bucked her hips from the bed.
The sensation was more than she could take. She couldn't fight it anymore; it was just too much. He could feel her climax building with every pass. Her moans turned into screams of pleasure.
"Yes, there, right there. Don't stop. Please don't ever stop. Suck on my clit. Make me come, Dean."
She was loud. She couldn't contain herself. Even his eyes rolled back into his head.
"Dean. Dean. Oh my god, yes, YES. YES," she said with immense passion. "FUCK!"
Dean bit her clit gently, and she went off like a grenade.
She filled his mouth. He drank in every drop she had to give; she was so sweet. If platinum had a taste, she would be it. She was rare and precious.
She fell back down to the bed. Her legs slid down his shoulders in pure exhaustion. She was breathing so hard it almost sounded like she couldn't breathe at all. He lapped up every drop. It was her nectar.
It made him hard again, knowing he had just made her scream in pleasure and come hard. He removed his head and gave one final lick on the way up. His face glistened. He stared at her straight in the eyes. It was the same serious look he had given her the first day they met.
He walked to the bathroom and washed his face. It took her a couple of minutes to come down from her high. He came out of the bathroom with a wet, warm washcloth. He sat on the side of the bed and gently washed her off. He wiped her thighs. He went back and rinsed the cloth. He wrang it out. He came back and repeated what he had done before. He helped her out of bed. He turned the sheets down.
"Thanks. That was considerate. You really are a Southern gentleman."
"Pick a side, beautiful," he said.
"I like the left."
"Then the left is all you."
They lay in bed together. She snuggled into him and put her head on his chest. She loved to listen to his heartbeat. It was always beautifully rhythmic and slow when he was relaxed.
"That was amazing," she said.
She ran her fingers through his little patch of hair.
He kissed her on the top of her head. "No, you are amazing," he said." "I never really liked my name before today."
"You know I never forgot your name. I called you Dan to bust your balls. Initiate you into our little family."
He ran his fingertips up and down her arm. He could feel the goosebumps grow. He heard her breathing become slow. He could feel its warmth on his chest. He felt love for her.
"Allie?"
"Yes."
"If I told you I love you, would that be OK?" he asked.
"I wouldn't hate you for it, but don't be upset if I don't say it back—at least not right now," she said.
"OK, good to know."
"Allie? "
"Yes."
"I love you," he confessed.
"I know. I could feel it before you even said it."
"How?"
"You locked my door."
"What?" he asked.
"Who would have cared enough to find a way to lock the door? Someone who loves you and wants to protect you, that's who."
She looked up at him. "And that someone was you."
"Wow. I guess you did know," he kissed her head.
"Remember when I said I wouldn't ever fall in love with you even if it cured cancer?"
"Yeah, that stung a lot," he said.
"I lied," she said. "If I have ever been close to loving someone again, it's you."
"Again?" he asked. "You told me you've never been in love. Was that a lie?"
"I was, but I never told him, and because of that, I made a vow to myself that I would never let myself feel that way again, and I would never say those words to anybody because I couldn't say them to him. Then I was with Alex and I--"
"Please do not finish that sentence."
"I was putting up a wall, Dean. I didn't want you to know how fucked up my love life is.
"Can I ask who the first one was?" he asked.
"Remember how I told you about my spotter Malibu? It was him. An insurgent murdered him. I was standing right next to him; we were having a normal conversation like we always did, and the next thing I knew, he was on the ground, and I was hitting the deck. His blood spatter on my face, on my clothes."
"Allie, I am so sorry you had to go through that."
"Are you mad at me because I didn't tell you the truth?" she asked.
"No, I'm not mad at you. I understand why you didn't want to say anything. It had to be painful. But I was right about you being hurt."
"I know you were right, and it made me angry that you could see inside me."
"So, do you think you'll ever be able to say it?"
"I guess I will have to wait and see. If you're willing to wait with me," she said.
"I will wait as long as it takes, and if you decide that you never want to say it, I can feel it. That's good enough for me," he said. "Allie?"
"Yes?"
"Were you in love with Alvarez?"
"Really? You just told me not to finish my sentence.?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I am just so jealous that he had you before me. That he had you after me."
"I don't regret what I did with him that night. I do regret that it hurt you. I didn't do it intentionally. I didn't know you were there."
"So, would you have done it if you knew I was there?"
"Don't ask a question you may not like the answer to," she said. "We were not in a relationship. We are now, and I will always be faithful to you."
"I'm sorry I brought it up." He kissed her on the head. "You're here with me now, and that's what counts."
She looked up at him, "Dean?"
"Yes?"
"Will you repeat it?" she asked.
He sat up slightly. She could feel his abs engage. He put her mouth beside her ear and whispered, "I love you, Alexsandra Grace."
She looked him in the eyes. "Thank you. I like the way that sounds when you say it."
"I will say it anytime you want me to, even if you never say it back."
"Thank you for understanding. Wait, how did you know my middle name was Grace? I'm not sure that came up in conversation."
"I work for the FBI, and we have our ways. Excellent credit score, by the way.
He held her tight. She snuggled herself into his arms, feeling safe. Then, she drifted off to sleep in peace.
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