Instead of expressing it with words, he decides to show it. He lets go of my leg and firmly holds my hips before straightening up to sit on the bed with me straddling him.
He adjusts his legs under me, spreading his knees to allow me to sink lower onto him, and I move mine to rest on each side of his hips. Our faces are almost aligned in this position, and I hook my arms over his neck to draw him in for a kiss. With his large hands clasping my behind, he encourages me to undulate.
I follow his guidance and use his support to rock my hips back and forth into him. This position is incredible. The whole front of my intimacy rubs over the base of him when I take him whole, marvelously stimulating my sensitive bud. Like this, I can control the depth, angle, and intensity, which is insanely good. With each oscillation of my hips, my nipples graze the hair on his chest, adding to all the other stimulations.
Once I get the hang of it and can handle it alone, Lex caresses my back, igniting shivers of delight under my skin.
When I look at him again, he’s staring at me with mixed emotions that shatter me. He seems almost lost, dismayed by what’s happening. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, his eyes gliding over my features intensely. I can almost believe he loves me back when he looks at me like that, with so much longing and passion.
I keep my languid momentum up, our crotches meeting over and over, and lay tender kisses on his face, giving him every ounce of the love he deserves. He lets out a hoarse moan when I kiss the side of his throat, and his hold around me tightens.
Gradually, I swing my hips faster, and he helps me with the tiring effort, clasping my ass. I’m shamelessly grinding on his lap, impaling myself on his length, rubbing the sensitive front of my core on the stiff muscles of his lower abdomen, seeking my release with palpable yearning. Pleasure is quick to build up, our sweaty fronts gliding together, our lips meeting and separating, our arms clutching each other intently.
My soft cries meet each of his raspy moans,the tension between my legs so powerful my thighs tremble. With the intense way he stares back, I can see many things pass through his mind. His emotions are undergoing the same turmoil as mine, too strong to fight and too staggering to ignore.
Fuck, how I love him…
I have to tell him. He needs to know.
“Lex, I—”
But the words aren’t coming. I’m lost too far into passion, too devastated by it to form that simple sentence. I whimper with annoyance, keeping up with the harsh cadence of my undulations.
“I know,” he answers, seeking my lips for a second. “Me too.”
Me too …
His declaration, whatever it means, breaks the dam. I cry out his name, holding onto him with all my strength. I shudder in his arms, ravaged by my orgasm, while he keeps lifting me up and down on his erection, chasing his own deliverance. It adds to my climax and makes my eyes water from the overwhelming sensations. Within seconds, he muffles a roar on the skin of my shoulder, keeping me down on him with a bruising hold as he comes deep inside me.
We remain like this for a long moment, holding onto each other with our intertwined limbs, our ragged breathing gradually calming down. I could stay in his embrace forever, his shaft softening in me, his warm breath caressing my chest, the faint, masculine smell of his sweat filling my nostrils… But my legs eventually grow numb, so I have to move, dislodging his soft length from within me. Before withdrawing from him, I give him a light kiss, enjoying how bewildered he seems.
I move just enough to drop on the soft duvet of his bed, entirely spent. Lex joins me, lying against my side, seemingly as drained as I am.
“That was…” I start, not sure how to even voice it. The connection I felt to him was so intense, so perfect…
“Yes, it was.”
His profile offers a lovely view as I admire the straight line of his nose, the grain of his stubble, and the thick arch of his eyebrows. He then twists his face toward me, giving me a genuine and cheerful smirk.
“You’re a very gifted dork.”
“A passionate one.”
When the air on my sweaty skin makes me shiver, I crawl under the duvet. Lex joins me there and then rolls to get on top of me.Oh, sweet baby Jesus, have mercy on me…
But he grabs his phone on the nightstand instead, opens the drawer, and digs out a pair of glasses from it. “I’ll need more than finger food if I want to keep up with you, Walker,” he explains.
My jaw drops slightly when he puts his glasses on. These are very different from the ones he usually wears—rounder and thicker. He looks even nerdier.Fuck… How can someone look so insanely hot and adorably cute at the same time?
Lex notices my bewilderment. “What?”
“I like your glasses.”
“They are old prescriptions that still work.”
“I always wondered what you need them for.”
“Hypermetropia. It’s not too bad, but it can become straining, especially since I stare at screens all day. That’s also why there’s a blue-block filter on them.”
