“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she says, rolling to her side to face me. “I reached my limit three orgasms ago.” To soften the refusal, she lays a kiss on my jaw. I return it with one on the side of her throat.
“Sorry if I’ve pushed you too far.”
“You did, but it’s okay.”
As willing as I am to give her some rest, I still haven’t had my fill of her, so I lay a series of pecks down her neck and shoulder before finishing with one on her nipple. Then, adamant to recharge, I sit up with enthusiasm.
“I’m starving.”
I hop out of the bed, strangely energized, and walk to the en suite bathroom. There, I throw the condom away, get two hand towels, and pour warm water on them. I use one on my semi-hard dick, throw it in the hamper, and return to the bed with the second one.
She gathered a corner of the duvet over her, as if we haven’t been enjoying each other’s bodies for the past couple of hours.
“Can I get you something?” I ask, handing her the second towel. I’m in my dressing room when I offer, “I think I have some leftover Chinese and maybe some Italian.”
“I’m just parched,” she answers after a few seconds. “Go ahead. I’ll join you.”
With a pair of basketball shorts on and nothing else, I return to the bedroom, and after one last look at her, I head to the kitchen. There, I scavenge the fridge for anything we can eat. We need to regain some strength before the third round. I’ll let her ride me this time like I’ve imagined more often than I care to admit. I want to lie back, trapped under her thick thighs while she bounces up and down on my dick, taking every inch of me like the greedy girl she is.
While a few boxes of leftovers heat up in the microwave, I gather our things, fold them, and make a pile of her clothes on the dinner table. By the time everything’s ready, she still hasn’t come out of the room.
Because she said she was thirsty, I fill a tall glass with water and rejoin her in the bedroom. I pause in the doorway when I find her sleeping on top of the covers, wrapped in my bathrobe. Quietly, I get closer and set the glass on the nightstand beside her. She looks so serene asleep like this that it’s hard to imagine she’s such a relentless and tenacious little thing when awake.
It looks like she needs rest more than she needs food, so I decide to let her have it. I’ll eat, join her in bed, and maybe at some point in the night or tomorrow morning, we’ll give the incredible sex another go.
One very last time before we have to return to reality.
Fuck, that won’t be enough. Not at all.
Disoriented, thirsty, and hot, I regain consciousness with a startle. These aren’t my sheets, this isn’t my room, and the massive body pressed against me is confusing as fuck.
All at once, the memory of the evening hits me. I’m in Lex’s apartment, in his bed, we had sex the whole evening, and… Shit, I fell asleep.
Still foggy, I do a quick assessment of the situation. Dawn’s faint glow is the only thing lighting up the room, so it’s still early. My whole body needs about two showers to clean off all of this stickiness. I’m half-turned on my stomach, and he’s pressed on my back, part of his weight resting on me. I discarded the robe during the night—the belt was uncomfortable—so I’m naked. Despite the shorts he slipped on last night, Lex is also in the nude. Did he expect more sex?
Careful not to wake him up, I rotate around to face him, which feels like a game of body Jenga. He looks so appeased, almost like adifferent person. Awake, he’s always tense and severe, but right now, the perpetual crest between his brows is gone, and the line of his mouth is relaxed. His hair is messy, and I’m almost tempted to brush it with my fingers. But I can’t take the risk of waking him up.
I remain unmoving for a few seconds, secretly enjoying the moment.
The deed is finally done. I fucked Alexander, and now I’ll be free to resume my life without the constant lust and tension.
I’m not inactive in bed, but I’m not very enterprising, either. With Lex, however, I ended up begging and pushing back against each of his thrusts. I demanded more, begged, endured, enjoyed… Sex was never like this for me. Not even close.
Slow but steady, I maneuver my way out of his embrace. As I untangle myself from his hold, he barely moves, his sleep particularly heavy. I quietly wriggle to the edge of the bed to sit up with my feet on the floor.
Ouch, I’ll feel himtherefor a while. My core is sore and overworked, and the tendons inside my thighs are tender, not used to being stretched for that long.
I notice a large glass of water on the nightstand on my side of the bed, and I immediately quench my thirst with it. When I’m done, I glimpse at the sleeping form behind me, thankful he placed it there.
Just as I stand, I hear the ruffling of the sheets as he moves. Very slowly, I spin around, worried he’s waking up. To my great relief, he’s still deeply asleep, now lying on his back. He seems more tanned in the darkness. The duvet is low on his abdomen, and I can admire the shapes of his shoulders, arms, and torso. A shallow and superficial wave of pride invades me. I, Andrea Walker, was the center of such a man’s attention.Lucky, lucky me…
On my way to the kitchen, I feel out of place, naked as I walk around an apartment I barely know. My things aren’t on the kitchen floor anymore but folded on the dinner table. It’s ridiculous, but knowing he picked my things up and arranged them feels more intimate than him eating me out. Especially when I find my underwear also neatly folded.
I get dressed and check the time on my phone, 5:47 a.m. Shit, I also have a bunch of texts. I completely forgot to text Tami, too absorbed by everything going on. Because she must be worried sick, I immediately text her to let her know I’m alive and well.
As tempting as it is to disappear without a word, it doesn’t feel right. After his performance, Lex deserves a standing ovation. So, I open a few drawers from the console near the entrance to find a notepad and a pen. I detach a sheet and lay it on the wooden surface. What should it say?
Thank you for the best night of my life.
