“Neither have I.” Her mouth opens, and her tongue traces my bottom lip. “Love me, Chaz. Make us come together.”
Her words echo inside me, and everything else breaks free. I thrust against her, and Lexie makes a throaty sound. The eye contact adds to the intensity. Her expression heats as I stroke up and down that wet strip, every slide working us into a firestorm. The vibrator hums inside her, reverberating between us.
My hands slide along the back of her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her tighter. She writhes against me. So close. It’s in the way her eyes slip out of focus, in the way her moans turn to whimpers, in how choppy her breath gets. I’m learning her body, how to make it respond, and I’m learning her heart too.
I rub against her faster, the friction raining sparks down my spine, the pressure about to tear the roof off. Our gazes lock through the heavy air as we rock and grind together, muscles straining. As much as I want to be inside her, to feel her surrounding me, squeezing me, I can wait until she’s ready. I love being a part of her exploration—her discovery. I love her.
She gasps when I hit a spot, her leg tightening around my hip. I do it again, and her eyes roll as she works herself along my cock.
“You’re drenching me, baby. Let go. I’ve got you, Blue.”
Another few strokes against her clit, and she comes sobbing my name.
“Fucking beautiful.” I surge against her, my mouth on hers—wild and savage. I fuck against her like a madman; the pleasure boiling inside me is too much to contain. I still, for one breath-stealing moment of complete surrender, and come hard, shooting all over her quivering pussy.
“Christ, Blue.”
“My thoughts exactly.” She sighs. “I didn’t know I could have one orgasm, never mind four in one night.”
“I want to give you more.”
“I want to give you more too.”
“Sounds like we’ll be busy then.”
“Good busy.” I feel her lips curve against my skin as she hugs me to her.
I lift my head and nuzzle her nose, pushing her hair away from her face. I itch to give her those three significant words, but they can wait just a little longer. I want to express them in a way that shows her the depth of my heart.
“Come rinse off with me.” I separate our sticky bodies, smeared with my semen.
When I turn off the vibrator and slip it from her folds, she slides her fingers through my come and rubs it over her pussy lips.
I pause, riveted to her.
“It’s thick and warm,” she whispers, her eyes not leaving mine as she spreads it lower and pushes it inside of her. “I want to keep a piece of you with me.”
At thirty-four, getting hard again after an orgasm isn’t instant like when I was twenty, but my boy rises to the occasion.
“Impressive,” she teases, with her sperm-coated fingers still between her legs.
“I’ll show you impressive,” I say, hauling her up and carting her off to the bathroom.
After gliding our soapy hands all over each other, doing more than just washing up, she dresses in another of my sweatshirts. I make her a decaf latte, and we take it down to the studio. Once she’s settled on the loveseat, I grab my guitar and pull up a chair across from her.
“I remember the first day I saw you playing,” she says, tilting her head in reflection. “I got all fluttery.”
Her admission has me entirely seduced and ready for this. “Let’s see if I can make you fluttery again.”
The fingers that had explored every inch of me just moments ago now delicately strum the strings of his guitar. It’s more than an instrument in his hands—it’s an extension of him. The first chords of the familiar melody whisper across the quiet room, tender and soulful.
“That’s the song you sent me,” I murmur.
His lips quirk in a smile. “Hm-hm. It has lyrics now.”
Eager to hear them, I curl into the corner of the couch with the soothing lavender latte that he’d made blue, always going the extra mile to create something special for me. I cradle its warmth as his voice joins the melody, deep and smooth, filling the small space between us. His eyes close, pouring himself into the song—not just any song, butmine.
Each word feels like a confession, shattering me with emotion. His voice cracks around the edges in the most vulnerable places. The strum of every note more penetrating, every lyric weaving into my heart.
