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my, did I just use that word in association with this type of
writing?!?--property so don't take credit for it or steal it. I get
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yadda, you know what not to do.

	- Jove (http://www.cadvision.com/buis/jove/)
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"The Morning After" by Jove


  There is a fatality about all good resolutions. They are invariably
made too soon.

                                                                  Oscar
Wilde


Eyes still closed, Jove turned her head. And stopped. She had to wait
for the room to catch up with her, not that she could see it with her
eyes closed, but the effect was still the same. Too much alcohol will do
that. She stifled an agonized moan.

Or she thought she did. But a low moan reverberated against the walls.
Jove grimaced. Then she realized that the sound was too deep, too
masculine to have come from her.

Oh, God.

Dreading what she would find, Jove cautiously, slowly opened one eye,
then the other. Her dark eyes met sleepy sapphire ones that were also
slowly coming into focus. Surprise widened the two pairs of eyes.

"Jesus," Alex muttered.

"Christ." Jove carefully turned her head, breaking eye contact, and
sighed. It was one thing to get plastered-everyone got drunk on New
Year's Eve-but it was another thing entirely to get hammered to the
point where she would end up in bed with an ex-boyfriend. She felt the
mattress dip as Alex rolled onto his back and, presumably, contemplated
the same things going through her head. The silence was drawn out
between them.

Alex cleared his throat. "Did we...?"

"No!" she replied swiftly. But Jove peeked under the comforter just to
be sure. She still had on her lacy panties and brassiere and nothing
else. Blue jeans covered Alex just to a point below his navel. Jove's
eyes couldn't help but sweep over the tanned, hair-covered expanse of
his chest. From memory, she knew it would be incredibly warm, incredibly
hard beneath her palms. Hell. She shouldn't be thinking those thoughts.
Jove jerked her gaze upwards, and scowled when she caught the amused,
knowing glint in Alex's blue orbs.

"I don't want to hear it, Alex," she warned, a frown pulling her dark
brows together.

He chuckled softly. "Ah, Jovey, the same thing happens to me in the
morning, too." His voice lowered seductively. "You should remember
that." He slipped an arm across her tummy, fingers caressing her hip
bone. The muscles in her tummy jumped. Jove quickly inhaled, sucking in
her stomach as if she could avoid his touch. Alex simply rolled onto his
side, facing her. Jove made a low, strangled sound in her throat at the
hot, burning impression of his hard-on against her hip.

"Alex, don't...please," she softly, weakly protested. "We
shouldn't....That blonde you're seeing--"

"Over. Two weeks--at least." He gently nuzzled the side of her neck,
sending shivers rippling over her skin and sparks over her nerve
endings. "What about you and that preppy wimp Shawn?"

Jove frowned distractedly. "Don't say that about"--she gasped at the
hot, damp feel of the tip of his tongue teasing the skin stretched over
her clavicle--"Shawn."

A callused hand palmed her breast, forefinger and thumb tugging her
nipple. Jove instinctively arched into the electrifying touch, wanting
more...so much more.

"Shawn?" he repeated.

Jove struggled futilely through the warm, hazy, enveloping mist of
desire. "Huh?"

"Is it over between you and the wimp?"

She sighed her affirmative reply, too dazed and too steeped in the
pleasure of touching and being touched by Alex again to think too
coherently, let alone take umbrage at his indirect insult.

"Good." She felt Alex smile. And Jove shivered. And for some
inexplicable reason wholly beyond her grasp at the moment, Jove tried
one last time. "Alex, we really shouldn't do this..." Her voice trailed
off, ending on a long, soft sigh when his hot mouth covered her dusky
nipple through the scratchy lace of her bra. His hands skimmed up and
down her sides, finally stopping to play with the elastic band of her
panties. He suckled her through the lacy material, and the delicious
friction had Jove arching, offering more of her to him.

"Give me one good reason," he demanded, the movement of his lips over
her skin sending a jolt of sensual lightning through her.

Her hands trailed over his back and up to bury her fingers in his hair.
"Can't." The dark strands felt cool to the touch. Jove tugged lightly to
press his mouth closer, wanting him to take more of her into the warm,
wet cavern. Needing it.

"I know."

His tongue flicked out to tease her nipples alternatively, moving from
one to the other and back again. Jove made a low sound in her throat.
Alex shifted his body over hers. She opened her legs further. He settled
down between them, his mouth not once leaving her body.

Jove slowly, sensually, as if in a dream, lifted her right leg and
draped it over him. She ran the tip of her big toe down the back of his
muscled left calf, and gasped when he bit a little too hard on the
underside of her left breast in reaction. Jove ground her soaked pussy
against his hard abdomen, instinctively seeking relief from the tension
that was gradually building to a fever pitch within her. The barrier of
her panties only made the feel more erotic.

"Alex, k-kiss me," she panted, her hands curling into fists in his hair.
"I want to suck your tongue."

His hands spasmed and clenched on her buttocks, and he groaned, the
sound muffled against the soft, taut skin of her tummy. But,
relentlessly, he moved downward, spreading her thighs even more to
accommodate his broad shoulders. His hair brushed over her skin, the
coolness a stark contrast to the burning flesh. He rubbed his cheeks
against her, the stubble abrading her. She moaned darkly.

Alex parted her labia lips with his fingers. Jove groaned and trembled
when his hot breath washed over her. Alex rubbed his jaw against just
the top of her mound, his bristles roughly scratching the smooth skin.
He inhaled her musky scent, her desire, recalling how much he loved it,
had always reveled in it. The muscles in her thighs tightened, and
anticipation and hunger tore through her. His teeth delicately caught
her clitoris and tugged. He teased it with the pointed tip of his
tongue. Jove thrashed on the bed, cries erupting from her throat when he
inserted one, then two fingers inside her, and, very deliberately,
proceeded to fuck her with a steady, maddening rhythm.

She twisted her body this way and that, wanting to get away, wanting to
get closer, wanting the release it seemed he was intent upon denying
her. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes to trickle down her
temples and into her hair.

Perhaps it was her pleas or the steady jerking of her fists in his
hair...or maybe he simply could stand it no longer, but Alex finally
relented...in a way. Jove felt a languid movement and air stir,
hair-coarsened skin brushing over smooth, then the feel of velvet
stretched over heated steel. And Jove sighed, but the sudden relief was
only a brief reprieve.

She tilted her head back on the pillow, letting the engorged tip of
Alex's erection skim over her lips, down her chin, and, arching her
throat, over the line of the ivory column. She captured his cock between
her hands, caressing it with her palms, her fingers, her nails. Her
tongue flicked out and over the tip before running down the impressive
length. Her groan mingled with his when she felt him suck on one of the
fleshy labia lips. They both paused for a moment to absorb the wicked
sensations. Labored gasps melted the silence around them.

Then Jove lifted her head, her lips parted to deliver moist kisses along
his penis. Incredibly, it stiffened even more. Jove could almost feel
the blood surging through the flesh against her palms and lips, just as
the wetness surged between her thighs when Alex dipped his tongue into
her vagina. His thrusts started out slow and tender. Jove matched his
rhythm, taking his cock an inch at a time into her mouth, her tongue
occasionally swirling around the centre, rubbing against his hard flesh.

The tempo picked up considerably and quickly when Alex replaced his
talented tongue with equally talented fingers, pushing them hard into
her even as he sucked on her erect clitoris. Jove moaned and whimpered
around his cock, her nails raking up and down his sweaty back and
clenched buttocks. Alex had her lifting her hips in time with his
increasingly harder thrusts even as she sucked him deeper and deeper
into her mouth and down her throat.

Alex pushed deep into her and stilled, willing her to come for he knew
he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Jove complied. She tensed
for that one moment before wave after wave of brilliant ecstasy broke
over her. Alex could feel her rhythmic contractions and wet come around
his fingers, and he let go, coming inside her with a muffled shout,
every muscle in his body rigid to the point of almost quivering with the
intensity.

After what seemed like an eternity and yet not long enough, Alex
collapsed, limp and satiated. Instead of turning around to rest his head
next to hers on the pillow, he tiredly pulled and maneuvered Jove until
her head was pillowed on his right arm. Neither said anything, wanting
to save their energy for the laborious task of breathing.

Finally, Jove somehow found the strength to shift away from her
newly-reacquainted lover. "Oh, God," she muttered miserably.

Frowning, Alex peered at her, his breathing still heavy and uneven.
"What's wrong?"

Jove turned to face him. "Barely a day into the new year and I've
already broken my resolution," she told him, glaring at him as if it was
all his fault-which it was. "I was supposed to learn from my past
mistakes. Something along the lines of 'Tout choses sont dites déjà,
mais comme personne n'écoute, il faut toujours recommencer.'"

He grinned shamelessly. And moved to pull her pliant body into his arms
once more. "Since your resolution's already broken, then there's no
reason why we shouldn't indulge ourselves again." He rolled onto his
back, keeping his hold on Jove, making her straddle him. "Besides," he
added meaningfully, his hands cupping the sweet weight of her breasts,
"not everything has been said or, in this case, done already. And some
things are worth repeating."



Note from Jove: Alex, honey, if you're reading this, well...let's just
say I couldn't resist. =)

        

       Copyright © 1998 by Jove.

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