Pursuit For Lucidity (Crashing Waves)

by Marie Jem

  Alex returned back to my breasts, then my lips, “I want you to taste yourself,” he said as he kissed me with his wet lips, “because you taste so good, baby,” he said as I felt him entering me, his warm breath on my neck. He groaned as he pushed himself deeper into me, thrusting his pelvis. Moments later, he came, groaning like a wild animal and rested his chest on my breasts, unable to move for a while.

  “I’m so exhausted, Alex,” I said.

  “I told you I was going to put you to sleep,” he said, pulling himself out of me and holding me tight. “Good night, baby. I love you,” he added.

  “I think you were very successful. Good night, Alex. I love you too,” I replied as I closed my eyes, in high hopes that I could sleep until morning and not awaken in the middle of the night due to overexcitement for the weekend ahead.

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  When I awakened the next morning, I reached for Alex, but he wasn’t next to me. I sat up in bed wondering where he could be. “Alex?” I called, but couldn’t find him upstairs. I walked down the steps and found Alex dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, making breakfast. He smiled when he noticed I was standing quietly and observing him.

  “Good morning, beautiful. Mm, you look very hot dressed in very little,” he said as he stared at me only in my bra and panties.

  “I’m going to go upstairs and get ready. I won’t be long,” I promised.

  I headed upstairs and put on my favorite pair of jeans and tunic. I put a few curls in my hair and applied makeup and packed my last minute necessities before I went downstairs to join Alex for breakfast. He had made pancakes and omelets with whatever he found in the refrigerator.

  “Breakfast of champions,” I said with a smile.

  “It’s not gourmet, but I didn’t have much to work with. We have to go grocery shopping when we get back,” he said.

  “This breakfast is very gourmet to me,” I disagreed.

  Alex cleaned up the mess he had made in the kitchen with a little bit of help from me. He headed upstairs to bring down the large suitcase, which hadn’t even been filled a quarter of the way. He was on a mission to take me on a shopping spree. I told him many times that it wasn’t necessary, as I had a closet full of new clothing and shoes, but he wouldn’t listen. When he put his mind to something, there was no changing it. With the suitcase in his hand, we locked up and went out to his big black truck and left for the airport on time.

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  Alex pulled into the parking structure of the Los Angeles International Airport and parked his truck where he would leave it until we returned from Las Vegas that Sunday. We checked in our baggage and headed to our gate. Alex had purchased first class tickets because apparently he refused to fly me coach on my birthday. I remembered that it was Stefano’s birthday that day, so I sent him a nice birthday text and let him know where Alex and I were going.

  We boarded our plane and took a seat side by side and enjoyed our first flight together. We arrived in Las Vegas less then an hour later and claimed our baggage. Alex booked a limo to take us to our hotel from the airport.

  “Cosmopolitan, please,” he told the driver. As Alex and I were engaged in a casual conversation, the driver asked us where we were from.

  “Los Angeles,” Alex replied.

  “No, I mean where are you originally from. You sound like you’re from New York,” said the driver.

  “I am from New York, originally,” replied Alex.

  “I knew it. I’m from New York also,” he replied. They began talking about their life in New York and where they lived. Before I knew it, he pulled up to our hotel. Alex had booked the Cosmopolitan Hotel and Casino, which was one of the newer and very popular hotels in Las Vegas. The building had a very beautiful and chic design on the outside. The lobby area was draped in crystals. There were beautiful huge draped chandeliers everywhere.

  We checked in at the lobby and the clerk gave Alex our room keys. On our way to the elevators I noticed signs everywhere advertising that the band Coldplay would be having a concert at that hotel the following night. Alex noticed it as well. “Oh, man. I wish we had known. I would have tried to get tickets. I heard they’re entire tour is sold out,” he replied. Alex and I both loved most of the same type of music, especially Coldplay.

  “Yeah, we’ll just wait until their next tour,” I replied. I was excited to go upstairs and check out the room. The check in clerk mentioned it had a great view from the terrace. The elevator quickly took us up to our floor and we made our way to the room. Alex opened the door to a large suite with very modern furniture. I noticed the signature color was blue. The large couch in the sitting area was blue, part of the bedding comforter and the sitting area out on the terrace were also blue. The view from the terrace was breathtaking. You could see the Eiffel tower at the Paris Hotel and Casino and the Bellagio water show. The bathroom was made up of a very large shower, with glass tile covered walls and a Japanese soaking tub. It was almost as large as Alex’s master bathroom at his house.

  “Do you like it, baby, or should we try to upgrade to a bigger suite?” he asked.

  “You’re joking, right?” I asked.

  “No, I’m serious,” he replied. He really was serious.

  “Alex, this room is beautiful and very large. Why would you want anything bigger?” I asked.

  “Fine, baby. If you approve, then we’ll keep it. Let’s unpack what we have with us and go shopping,” his eyes brightened at the idea of shopping.

  “I guess I have to get a few things now that I don’t have a thing to wear,” I replied.

  “Oh, I’m going to get so much pleasure out of spoiling you this weekend, baby,” he said as he kissed me softly on the lips.

  “I’m one lucky girl, aren’t I?” I asked.

  “Well, we are in Vegas. Maybe you should test some of that luck at the casino,” he replied and unpacked what little we had in the suitcase.

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  We took a taxicab to Neiman Marcus where Alex could not contain himself and bought so many pairs of jeans, tops, dresses, and shoes, both casual and evening, for me. He also got scarves, hats, mittens, and anything warm he could get his hands on, as he said we would be going outdoors in the evening and I would be cold. We headed to the men’s department and he purchased some items for himself, but not half as much as what he insisted he get for me. As if that store wasn’t enough, Alex insisted we walk through Chanel, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Valentino, Prada, Jimmy Choo and Christian Louboutin on our way back to the hotel. I didn’t know how all those items were going to fit in that suitcase he had brought from home. I had enough new clothes and shoes to last me years.

  “Don’t worry about it, baby. If it all doesn’t fit, then I will hand carry some of the items onto the airplane. You just point your little finger on anything that you like and it’s yours,” he said. “Why don’t we soak in that Japanese tub together, dress up and go downstairs for some good food and gambling. Put something sexy on, so men can drool as they look at you and I can smile because you’ll be coming back upstairs with me,” he said, undressing me and escorting me to the tub inside the bathroom.

  Alex filled the tub with really hot water as usual and helped me inside. The water was too hot for me, but I knew my body would get used to it after I spent a few minutes inside. Alex began kissing me with his steaming hot lips. The view from the window next to the tub was breathtaking and the sun shining through the window made his eyes look like a brighter shade of blue. I knew that not many people in the world had his eye color. It was almost electric blue.

  He stepped out of the tub and took my hand as he helped me out and walked me over to the very large shower area. He washed my hair and body as I washed his. After we showered, we dried ourselves with bath towels and Alex carried me to the bed where he lay down and asked me to lay on top of him in the opposite direction with his erection in my mouth and his mouth in between my thighs.

  “We can’t do this in the shower,” he said as his tongue began moving in ci
rcles, causing me to moan with his hardness in my mouth. Soon, after we were both very excited, he stopped and asked me to sit on top of him. I did as he asked and he penetrated deep into me, causing my pelvis to move up and down, pushing him deeper into me each time.

  “I want you on all fours,” he said, sitting up and pulling me off of him and turning me over. He penetrated deep again with his hands on my hips pulling me close to him, thrusting his pelvis hard against me each time. He began grabbing my breasts, my shoulders, my waist, as he groaned. The faster he went the faster my heart began to beat.

  “Oh, Alex!” I yelled out.

  “Tell me how you want it,” he commanded.

  “I want it hard,” I replied.

  “Beg for it, baby,” he commanded.

  “Please, Alex. Give it to me!” I yelled out.

  I couldn’t hold out any longer. I fell into a deep orgasm as Alex came at the same time. My arms were tired and weak from holding my body up for so long. He pulled out of me and I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, my heart about to come out of my chest. Alex collapsed on the bed and held me from behind, his hand on my chest.

  “I can feel your heart. It’s beating so fast,” he said.

  I was panting like a dog. I was tired from all the walking and shopping we had done. I was hungry because we hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning.

  “I’m going to order some room service. Then we will get ready and go downstairs for some gambling and drinks. What do you say, baby?” he asked.

  “Sounds great, Alex,” I smiled.

  Alex ordered a variety of foods from the room service menu and we ate as if we hadn’t eaten in days. I regained my strength and felt much better after I ate. I dried and ironed my hair and put on the new grey Mandalay mini dress Alex had gotten me with gold and silver studded designs all over. The back was open all the way to the small of my back. It was a very sexy dress and fitted perfectly and looked great with the new metallic grey Jimmy Choo platform sandals he had gotten go to with it. I applied a little more makeup than I normally would and stepped out of the bathroom.

  He did a double take when he saw me in the dress, shoes and makeup. My jaw dropped when I saw Alex in his new Prada grey pants and white shirt. His shoes and belt matched perfectly. I wanted to take a picture, as he looked like he just stepped out of a modern men’s magazine. The outfit really revealed his amazing lean and fit body.

  “Claire, you look like you belong on a cover of a magazine,” he said, his eyes open wide.

  “I was actually just thinking that about you. You look, uh, I can’t even think of the words. You look very hot, Alex,” I replied.

  “I better hold on tight to you tonight,” he smiled. “You take my breath away,” he added, as he looked me over up and down a thousand times, his hands all over my body as if he had never seen me with such little clothing before.

  We headed for the casino and Alex sat me down right next to him on the Black Jack table. My luck wasn’t going as well as his, but I didn’t care for gambling too much. I wasn’t too happy after I had lost one hundred dollars. Alex insisted that we stay at the table as my luck could turn. I opened a few Black Jack cards and won back the hundred dollars and a little more. We were at that table for quite some time and I had a few drinks as I gambled.

  I wanted to test my luck on the slot machines and ended up winning a few hundred dollars on the penny machine. The drinks kept coming and I kept drinking. I told Alex I should probably stop drinking, but he said it was my birthday weekend and I should drink as much as I wanted if it made me happy. I had a few more martinis and became very tipsy. I knew I had too much to drink when my tongue began to feel numb. I couldn’t stop laughing and Alex laughed just watching me laugh at everything. I recall Alex holding me from the waist when we walked because I wasn’t able to walk straight anymore.

  I remember taking the elevators to our room and a little bit of the room. Alex had a very serious look on his face, but I laughed and laughed hysterically. I don’t recall what I was saying or doing, but I remember laughing as I had never laughed before. Why did Alex look so upset? He didn’t like it when I laughed too much? Why was he pacing back and forth in the room? I couldn’t recall anything after that.

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  When I awakened in the morning, I had a pounding headache. I sat up in bed, my stomach nauseous as never before. My clothes and shoes were off. I was only wearing my panties and a camisole that Alex must have put on me the night before. I turned to look next to me, but Alex wasn’t there. It didn’t even look like he had slept in the bed at all. Where was he?

  “Alex?” I called, but there was no answer. I got up, but had to move slowly, since my head was about to explode with pain. My esophagus felt as thought it was on fire. I went to the bathroom, but did not find Alex there. I put on a bathrobe and looked out on the terrace and there he was, sitting in the same clothes as the night before and a jacket on top. I opened the door to the terrace and felt the freezing cold on my skin. It must have been no more than forty degrees out there.

  “Alex? Why are you sitting out here? Come inside,” I said, but he just looked at me with that angry look in his eyes. “What’s wrong, Alex? What happened last night?” I asked, afraid of what the answer could be. He got up and slowly walked inside towards me, causing me to walk backwards to avoid getting run over by a very upset looking Alex. He closed the door to the terrace and looked at me with angry eyes.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a sleepover at Stefano’s house?” he asked. Oh no! What had I said? I knew at that moment that I should never drink past my limit.

  “B-b-because it wasn’t important. What did I say last night?” I asked, still afraid of the answer.

  “You were laughing hysterically and talking about how sweet Stefano was that night you spent at his place and how he took off your shoes and covered you with a blanket and God knows what else happened, but you were too drunk to tell me,” he said.

  “Okay, okay, Alex. I will tell you exactly what happened. I was having drinks with Stefano and drank too much to drive home and he took me to his place and I slept on his couch. Nothing happened,” I said.

  “You expect me to believe that?” he asked, his eyes on fire.

  “You can believe whatever you want, but I’m telling you that nothing happened. If anything did happen, it would be none of your concern because you and I weren’t together because you were married, remember? You still are, actually,” I replied, very angry at that point.

  “He probably took advantage of you. He probably got you drunk and conveniently took you to his place and took advantage of you, Claire. How could you be so stupid?” he asked.

  “Nothing happened, Alex! I woke up fully dressed. He had only taken off my shoes and put a blanket over me so I could sleep. I don’t know about you, but Stefano’s not into sleeping with drunk, passed out women,” I replied, sternly.

  “I know he has feelings for you. I could see it in his eyes. You were intimate with him, weren’t you, Claire. Just tell me. I promise not to get mad,” he pleaded.

  “I told you no, Alex! Stefano was such a good friend to me during our break up and I’m so grateful for him. You promise not to get mad? Look at yourself, Alex. You haven’t slept all night because of something so meaningless,” I said. I was becoming furious with him.

  “Just tell me the truth, baby,” he pleaded.

  “The truth is I want to go home,” I said and put on my clothes and shoes and grabbed my purse. I couldn’t stand to be in the presence of Alex for another second with all his accusations and insane questions about nothing. I had made up my mind that I would leave Las Vegas one way or another. Alex ran to the door before I got to it and stood in front of it begging that I didn’t leave.

  “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just the thought of another man touching you drives me crazy. The thought of you seeing him two nights a week in dance class kills me. The fact that I see in his eyes what he feels for you drives me insane,” he continued
. I snuck my hand next to him and opened the door hard, pushing him out of the way. I charged out of the hotel room and into the long corridor and headed for the elevator. Alex tried following me into the elevator, but I pushed him away as hard as I could and got into the elevator before I called out, “Thanks for ruining my birthday, Alex!” I said as the doors closed.

  When I looked at myself in the mirror downstairs in the lobby area, I noticed I looked like a raccoon with tears streaming down my face and causing my makeup to run. I looked horrible. I looked like death. I went into the ladies room and washed my face and removed all the makeup from the night before. My cell phone rang constantly with Alex trying to get a hold of me, but I refused to answer. I had a terrible headache, an upset stomach, and the worst birthday ever. I wasn’t feeling well, so I sat down on one of the sofas in the lobby and began to sob. I felt someone take a seat right next to me with one hand on my knee. I looked up to see it was Alex.

  “Claire, why do you keep running? Every time something bad happens or we have an argument, you take off. Stop running from me and just face me no matter how bad it is. Kick my ass if you have to, but please don’t run away. Let’s talk about it, baby. I overreacted as usual because I’m an asshole. Let’s go upstairs and talk it over. I give you permission to beat the living shit out of me,” he said, trying to at least get a smile out of me.

  I knew that if I left Vegas on my own I would probably get sick on the way, as I wasn’t feeling well at all from all the alcohol. I stood up slowly to prevent my head from exploding and Alex helped me back upstairs to our room where I lay down and rested. He gave me a couple of aspirin and a lot of water and handed me a banana from the basket of fruit in the suite.