Alex reached for me, tangling our legs together and positioning my length at her wet entrance. All I had to do was push forward and I'd slide into the place that was fast becoming myfavorite.
"Riley," she whispered, rocking back. The undersides of her breasts flashed by, soon replaced by my cock on her folds, throbbing and shiny with her arousal. "Hurry thefuckup."
I eased in, twining my arms around Alex's torso. We groaned in unison when I bottomed out. "I want to take it easy and give you the sweet Sunday morning fucking you deserve," I said on a growl. "But I also want to tear you up. Spank you like the naughty girl you are. Make you beg. Tell you my cock was made for your pussy, and your mouth and ass and tits. Fuck you until you pass out. Fuck you again. Come all over you,everywhere."
My hips were rolling faster, the bedsprings creaking beneath us, and I couldn't tear my eyes from the screen. We were bodies, skin and muscle and bone, moving as one and searching for something rare. And we'd found it, whateveritwas, in eachother.
"Stop talking," she whispered as she clenched around me. "I can't—you say these filthy things and you're a fucking animal and I can'tholdout."
"Don't," I said, my teeth on her shoulder. I brought a hand between her legs and circled her clit, grinning when it twitched under my touch. Fucking loved that. "Don't ever hold outonme."
It had only been minutes but I was there too, clinging to a motherfucking thread. I was astonished—and a little mortified—that she'd reduced me to this. But maybe that was the way of it when sex stopped being the simple act of penetration. It was more than in, out, done, goodbye. It wassignificant.
"Oh,fuck." It was spoken as a gasp. She reached for the phone and paused the slideshow on an image of my fist around my cock and my orgasm splashing across herthighs.
"Do you see how beautiful you are?" I rasped. "This is how I see you, Aly. Beautiful and filthyandmine."
"Mine," Alex whispered, layering her handovermine.
We shattered then, crying out and convulsing around each other. When I regained the ability to move, I didn't go far, curling around her body and resting my head on her belly. Her hands were in my hair and I could taste sex on her skin, and there was nothing more I required inthislife.
"That was," she started, pausing as she gathered the words, "that wasintense."
In fleeting moments, I'd worried that I was demanding too much. Pushing too far. But then she'd scratch the shit out of my back or suck a mark into my chest, and I'd swept those worries away. Now, with my orgasm still warm between her legs and the late morning sun spreading over her well-fucked body, I wasn't sure about thatdecision.
Alex was strong and capable—she was my Shortstop for a reason—but she was also a woman. Tender and lovely, and deserving of some deference. I wanted to open the door for her, bring her flowers for no reason, kiss her in the middle of the grocery store, buy her soft and delicate things. And I still wanted to fuck her like awhore.
I didn't know how to arrange those desires into an order that made sense. "Too intense?" Iasked.
"No. No, I don't have a problem with intense," she said. "But I think it's time for some modifications to thearrangement."
"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly nervous. This could be the end. We'd made our peace and plenty of love, and now itwasdone.
"I don't want this to end after my parents visit next month," she said quietly. "I don't want it to be fakeanymore."
"It was never fake," I replied. "Nothing has ever been fake withus,Alex."
"So…okay," she murmured, glancing away. "Are yousaying—"
"I'm saying we'll work out new terms and conditions some other time." I pressed my lips to her tummy. "Today is for snuggles and snuggle-inducedsex."
I stared up at her for a beat, gazing at her drowsy green eyes and kiss-swollen lips. She continued stroking my scalp and shoulders while my cheek rested on her tummy and when the fuck had this happened? When had I gathered up all the hard, cynical pieces of me, the ones long deeded to Lauren, and handed themtoAlex?
Or was it happening right now? Wasthiswhat it meanttofall?
ChapterTwenty-One
Alexandra
There was a noise,a blaring, bleating sound stuck on a continuous loop. I tugged the blankets up in an effort to tune it out but only succeeded in stirring a growl from the man wrappedaroundme.
"What is that?" I mumbled into his barechest.
"Woodpeckers," Riley replied. He reached for my hand and steered it to his erection. "Speaking of wood, be a good girl and take careofthis."
"Presumptuous much?" I shook my head but stroked, our hands moving together under thesheets.
"Not at all," he said. "You know how I feel aboutreciprocity."
