Something warm blooms in my chest, so intense I can barely breathe. How? How did I ever get so fucking lucky that this woman, this stubborn, brilliant, funny, impulsive, beautiful woman is mine? She’s perfection wrapped in a petite package, and she’s all mine.
And I’m all hers for as long as she’ll have me. My heart only beats for her anyway, my lungs breathe for her scent, and my body only craves hers. It was foolish of me to think I could be around her and not inevitably fall for her. But it’s too late to do something about it now. Half of me will be ripped apart when she comes to her senses and this whole thing ends.
I love her like I never thought I could love anyone.
It’s a dangerous thing to belong to someone, but I don’t care. I can’t imagine anyone else making me feel the way he does. It’s impossible. Lex is everything. He’s become my entire world.
I’m undoubtedly, absolutely, and utterly his. My body, soul, and heart belong to this man. Regardless of how this may evolve, Alexander Coleman is part of my history now. A part of me.
While he carries me through his apartment, Icover his handsome face with ardent smooches, determined to show him how much I’m his. In this moment of abandoned passion, all my doubts are gone.
I’m in love with him.
I love Lex with everything I have, everything I am. I love his brain, his personality, his face, his spirit… And I need him like I’ve never needed anyone or anything.
Given his own state of devoted fervor, it seems I’m not the only one prone to some meaningful revelation. Something’s happening between us. I can feel it in the air, heavy and electric, almost as if a storm looms over us, about to wreck us with its intensity. Our relationship has reached a turning point. None of it is light and breezy anymore. It isn’t even near casual.
I’m so engrossed in showing him how much I love him that I don’t even notice when we enter his room. It’s only when he bends to sit me on the edge of his bed that I do.
I sit up, bewitched, as he impatiently removes his shirt. At the sight of his muscular torso, a happy little pulse happens in my core. With two fingers into his waistband, I pull him closer to me, desperate to taste him. My lips press themselves on the hollow crest between his abs, just above his navel. I then lay a myriad of pecks on the skin I can access while I unbuckle his belt. When I finally open his slacks, I push them down just enough to reveal more of the deep V at his hips. Impatiently, I lick up one of the hollow paths, enjoying the smoothness of his skin under my tongue, pure lust and need coursing through my veins.
With a groan, he fists a handful of my hair at the back of my head to angle my face up. Our tongues meet and battle in a feverish attempt to get more. Then, he rips himself away from me to finish what I started. His pants come down quickly, exposing his impressive erection.
As eager as he is, I unzip the side of my dress. Lex observes me with a heated gaze while I remove it and expose the fine lace of my panties to his sight.
Ah, dammit… He won’t get to see how nice they look from behind. Because it would be a shame, I turn around and innocently crawl on all fours to the middle of the bed.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles.
Before I can rejoice in a well-accomplished mission, his hand catches my ankle and drags me back toward him. My protest turns into a giggling squeal as he impatiently flips me around. He graces me with a desperate kiss before feverishly pecking his way down my stomach and practically ripping my underwear off.
Like a starving man, he kneels before the bed and passes his muscular shoulders between my legs. My hips buck at the electric-like touch of his tongue on my clit. I let out a desperatewhimper, tangling my fingers in his silky dark hair.
His mouth is merciless, flicking intensely, his lips sucking on the swollen bud. He doesn’t want to make it last, nor is he aiming to drive me crazy. His goal is to make me come. He wants to be inside of me but still needs me to orgasm before that.
Desperate to hold on to him, I let go of his hair and seek his hands. While his skillful ministrations never stop, he releases my thighs, and we interlace our fingers together. It anchors me to reality, to him, and I bask in the bond we share.
Our hands locked together, I hold onto him, looking down to meet his eyes as he feasts on my throbbing intimacy. My grip is tight, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He grows more intense with each moan, cry, or jolt from me.
Utterly silent and unmoving for a few seconds, I plunge into ecstasy, the pleasure so great I can’t do anything but endure it. Still keeping our hands intertwined, he secures my hips between his forearms to contain my jolts. He draws out my orgasm, and when I try to wriggle away or free my hands, he prevents it, tightening his hold on me. I’m as powerless as he’s inflexible.
Then, when the last shiver has run its course, he frees me, wipes his lower face on the bedding, and helps me up the mattress. In seconds, he’s taking his position over me, hooking one of my legs into his arm while I lift the other one high on his side. When he demands it, I kiss him back fervently, aroused by my taste on his tongue.
He’s so hard that he doesn’t need his hand to press his swollen head onto my sleek opening. One vigorous thrust later, he’s planted into me, my walls stretched around the sudden intrusion.
“You’re mine, Andrea,” he grunts, adjusting his hips to reach even deeper.
“Yes … I’m yours.”
He backs up until only the tip is in me and then rams in, wrecking me with how good it is. In this position, he reaches further than ever before, his head meeting my cervix. It’s almost painful, but I don’t mind. I want all of it, so I urge him closer with a hand while the other pulls him in for a needy kiss.
With our bodies angled like this, I can easily peek at the spot where we join. I suddenly crave to see him possessing me and the source of our lovemaking, so I rip my lips away from his and stare down. Lex does the same, and with our foreheads pressed together, we watch as he pumps in and out of me. The vision is mesmerizing. His thick and long shaft is coated with my wetness as it appears and disappears between us. I feel deliciously full whenever his trimmed hair meets my dampened curls.
Lex changes his movements and gifts me with very long, very slow thrusts, allowing me to peek at his full length before plunging it entirely into my tightness again. Shit, how is it even possible for me to take all that? It almost looks like a magic trick.
“You feel so good, Andrea,” he rasps, rolling his hips in a way that has my walls spasming around him. “I’ve never—It’s never been—” He stumbles on the words, apparently not finding one strong enough to describe his feelings.
But I understand him because I feel exactly the same way.
