Alex didn't fight her as they switch positions, although breaking contact with her meant he was awash with new-old memories as they switched up their places and he slid his hands back onto her hips. More memories crashed into him and he could only lay back on the bed, as she took control, his own thoughts bouncing back and forth between the present and the past, flashes of memories, her memories danced through his head. Seeing himself through her eyes, lips exploring her body, along the soft curves, whispers in the dark, and then as she slid down onto him, he couldn't stop the carnal groan that slid from his lips. She trembled around him and he dug his fingers into her hips, as he grasped at his very thin self control.
"Maria," he gasped out, opening his eyes as the memories faded away. "I won't last very long," he whispered, his eyes dark with need and hunger only for her. "It's been....so long..." He didn't mean only since they had been intimate, but since he had been intimate with anyone. The one time he had tried after the visions had started...well it didn't end well. That had been the start of his downward spiral, the drinking, the drugs, the self destructive behavior that Brett and Deuce had noticed and finally done something about.
As she began to move, so excruciatingly slow above him, he let out a soft hiss and his fingers dug into her perfect hips, as he moved under her, their bodies in sync as they always were. More memories of them flashed through his head and he closed his eyes, his head falling back against the pillow as he let all of the sensations, the ones with Maria and the phantom sensations all combine.
"Fuck," he groaned out, opening his eyes to the view of her riding him, almost pushing him over the edge. "You have no idea how fucking perfect you are." His hands slid up her body, to cup her breasts, before sliding back around her and pulling her down on top of him, so their skin was flush together. With a growl born of the year apart, of not touching her or seeing her, from all the sexual frustration built up, he flipped her back over, so he was on top, and didn't hesitate in pulling out almost all the way before driving himself back within her heated core, and then repeating it again and again and again, his eyes drinking in the sight of her wild mane spread against the pillow beneath him. The only sounds in the room was their heavy breathing and the moans from her lips, which only grew louder as he angled himself within her to hit that spot again and again, and again.