“Fuck, you’re already soaked…” he grunts in my ear.
I arch with a sigh when he slips a finger inside me, giving him better access. “How sore are you?” he asks, sinking in a second one.
“Very.”
“Lazy and tender morning sex it is, then.”
Soon after, the round head of his shaft replaces his hand. I push back against him, eager to have him, but he resists.
“Is this what you want?” He’s in a teasing mood this morning.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Iwant it.”
“Say you want my thick cock in your tight cunt.”
Fuck…That’s enough to make my intimacy throb. I can’t believe how much power he has over me.
Lex presses a little harder but doesn’t penetrate me yet. “Say it, Andrea.”
“I—I want your thick cock in my tight… cunt,” I comply, lusty shivers making me pant.
“Good girl.”
Inch by delicious inch, mindful of my soreness, he nudges inside of me. While he conquers my recalcitrant flesh, he kisses, bites, and licks my shoulders and neck, amorously distracting me.
“I could spend eternity inside you, and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he rasps. It sounds a lot like commitment, but I don’t let it go to my head. I’m so starved for his affection that I might misinterpret.
This is lovemaking again, instead of fucking. It’s slow, tender, almost lazy… Pressed against the mattress by his weight, I can’t do anything other than push myself up on my elbows, keeping my hips tilted toward him.
“Lex… We’re going to be late,” I whimper, realizing he’s in no rush to bring this to its apogee.
Instead of answering, he grabs my hips to lift them, and I’m suddenly on my knees and elbows before him. I foolishly think it means he’ll pick up the pace and bring us to the finish line, but he keeps his slow and intense rhythm, reaching deeper now.
It’s all very intimate and pleasurable, but as much as I enjoy it, we can’t be late for work, so this has to be a quickie. Holding myself on one arm, I caress my clit to speed up the climb to my orgasm.
Lex grabs my wrist, rips it away, and pins it next to me, effectively immobilizing it. Because I can be strong-headed, too, I use my other hand. The tips of my fingers barely have time to roll on my swollen crease before he pins that wrist down as well.
“Behave, unruly woman, or I’ll have to tie you up,” he commands, giving me a deep thrust. My insides pulse around his shaft.
“Aah, yes…” I’m discovering myself to have a submissive side with Alexander Coleman.
Still holding my wrists, keeping me helpless and complying, his maddening thrusts slowly speed up. This is animalistic, raw, and sensuous. It feels like we are sexual beings, existing solely for this moment in time, this purpose.
Lex’s breathing becomes heavier behind me,answering my moans and whimpers, and his thrusts grow faster, deeper, and longer. The fervor of his thrusts and the way his hips meet my ass resonates in the room, along with the bed lightly banging on the wall. Tension builds up between my legs, like an elastic stretching and stretching, the breaking point almost there.
I know he’s close when he releases one of my wrists to shove his hand between my legs. He finds my clit instantly and rolls his fingertips over it, never halting his momentum. My own fingers tangle with his skilled ones, pressing him to go harder.
My orgasm is so fucking close.
Lex gets there first, biting my shoulder to muffle the carnal roar that rolls in his throat. His hips jerk as he comes, and the sensation of his pleasure filling me, coupled with his fingers flicking over my clit at a fast rate, push me into my own release.
He holds my hips with both hands as I tremor from the intensity of my orgasm. Completely lost in passion and wanting more, I push against the headboard to take him even deeper. Sobbing cries escape me, the experience is so intense I wonder how I’m not passing out.
Fuck, morning slex is amazing…
