He doesn’t like that and firmly pushes them away before he gently spreads my legs. “Andrea… You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, his voice so rough it’s almost a growl. He boldly slides two fingers along my folds, making me shiver when they graze my clit, and moves his hand up. “Look,” he orders. His index and middle fingers are glistening with my arousal.
I blush but don’t look away when we lock gazes. He’s much bolder than I expected. The rigid and cerebral man I know is long gone, replaced by a lustful, enterprising, and absurdly sexual Lex.
As if to prove me right, he brings his fingers to his mouth to run his pink tongue over them, eagerly sampling my wetness. An approving “Mmm” rolls in his throat while his eyes never leave mine. The sight is so hot that I whimper and attempt to press my knees together, my core throbbing with impatience yet again.
Before I have time to recover from the incredible vision, he hooks his hands under my knees and spreads me wide, only to look at my intimacy with earnestness.
“You want me so fucking much that you’re dripping,” he groans. That makes my walls clench, and he notices, eyes narrowing on my slit.
“Lex,” I protest, attempting to bring my knees together and pushing myself up on my elbows. My gaze compels his. With audacity, I ask, “Are you going to do something about it, or will you just stare all night?”
His smile and chuckle would be panty-dropping if I weren’t already pantiless. Then he lowers his face, and I brace myself. I’m about to see if his oral skills are as good as my dreams and fantasies imagined.
First, he plants a kiss on my inner thigh, and then another, closer to where I so desperately want him, then another… Finally, when he’s out of thigh to explore, his eyes lock with mine. I wait, so motionless I’m not even breathing.
His tongue darts out before he settles it low on my center, where my fluids are gathered. I moan at the sight, as erotic as the sensations themselves, and when he moves a little higher, the muscles of my inner thighs tense, my tendons straining against his grip.
He’s purposefully ignoring my clit, but the burning fervor, the softness, the way he lazily explores me… It’s already too much for me. Lex takes his time, cleaning me off of all the wetness he conjured. But it’s a Sisyphean task because every time his tongue grazes me, more of it seeps out.
I’m about to beg him when the tip of his tongue pushes past my slit.Fuck… This man is wicked…He thrusts it in and out, and it feels good—amazing even—yet I can’t help but want more. I want him to fill me, to stretch me, to ruin me.
Losing my patience, I lie back down to free my arms and weave my fingers into his thick hair to guide him. His hands release my legs to grab my wrists so he can pin them down on each side of my hips instead. I’m about to scold him when his mouth finally moves up and locks on my swollen crease. With all the built-up anticipation, intense shivers make my body jolt at the first flick.
My back arches, my legs spread further, and a whimpering cry escapes me. Relentlessly, he teases, sucks, and licks my clit, making me tremble and moan. My hips buckle and roll, my reactions uncontrollable. He immobilizes them between his forearms, his hands still firmly holding my wrists. With each lick, I’m growing closer to climax, and his pace is mercilessly fast.
“Aah, Lex! Don’t stop! Don’t—Oh,fuck…”
As I suspected, he’s divine at this. I reach my orgasm crying and panting, the sensations so intense that I writhe on his kitchen island, my whole body consumed by a pleasure too extreme to handle. My legs clench of their own will, imprisoning Lex’s head. Wave after wave of euphoria travels through my shaking frame as I endure my release.
He gives me no sympathy, his tongue sweeping intensely, trying to drag out my pleasure for as long as I can sustain it. One of his hands releases mine, and I quickly use my freedom to try to push him away with a whimper, confident I can’t survive this for much longer. He resists my attempt and grazes my entrance with his finger instead.
“Fuck… Lex, wait! I need—Aah!”
I’m cut short when it pushes inside of me. My walls are still throbbing hectically, swollen and sensitive, and the simple intrusion is enough to render me mad. With his tongue still working its tireless magic, he fingers me expertly. My unyielding orgasm changes into something else, and soon enough, I’m bracing myself for another mind-blowing climax. Another finger slips in, gently stretching me, and as he pumps them in and out, a new series of spasms starts.
Between my moans and soft whimpers, I can hear the rhythmic and wet sound of his ministrations on me. I can sense with accuracy everything he is doing to me, feel the stubble on his jaw against my delicate folds and thighs, the silkiness of his hair between my fingers… Everything that’s happening is engraving itself into my mind, and I know for certain I’ll remember all of this perfectly for decades to come.
His touch becomes lighter but faster, and it’s all I need to reach bliss again. Just like before, my whole body shakes with involuntary contractions as I come, crying out his name.
Shit, I hope the apartment is soundproof both ways.
This time, he doesn’t push me further, and the momentum of his tongue and fingers slows. I’m about ready to thank him for showing me mercy when he slowly pulls away.
While I gradually regain control of my mind and flesh, he lays pecks on my limp, heaving, and satiated body. He takes his time on each of my nipples and then comes to my mouth for the grand finale.
Gladly, I welcome his lips, where I can taste myself. There’s also his own flavor there, which I can’t get enough of, so I hungrily seize his face between my hands to keep him in place. By the time he moves away, my breathing is almost normal again, and my heartbeat, even if it’s still too fast, isn’t as wild as before.
He straightens up and uses his viewpoint to look at me like a predator observing his prey—his eyes piercing and hungry. There’s a thin layer of perspiration now veiling my skin, and I know my face and chest are flushed.
“Shall we begin?” he asks with a pinch of amusement.
As much as I want to do this and really begin, I’m tempted to ask for a break first. My mind changes swiftly when Lex grabs the collar of his shirt behind his head and takes it off.
Is there a consensus among men to remove their T-shirts like this? Do they know how hot it looks? Do they train in front of a mirror to master the technique?
My mind goes blank, and my mouth waters at the sight of his impressive torso, my questions fading at once. This man was always temptation incarnate in my eyes, but right now, he looks goddamn edible.
The muscles of his torso are defined and chiseled. I can see the outline of his abs, the deep V at his hips, his firm pecs… His shoulders are broad, and his arms are strong and well-balanced with the rest of him. I also like the thin veil of body hair covering his chest and descending in a narrow path to the waistband of his pants. It’s like every single thing about him is perfectly engineered to make me swoon.
