“No themed socks today?” he teases when he sees the plain white cotton.
“No. I relocated my funny socks to the bottom of my drawer.”
He let out a small laugh. “A shame; I was eager to discover the surprise of the day.”
“I’ll keep it in mind for the future.”
That is, if there’s a future. I hope this second time means our sexual escapades will become a recurring thing, but until we talk about it, I genuinely have no idea what the future holds for our illicit affair.
I lie here, wearing only my underwear while he gets naked. It’s like a little show just for me, and I revel in his perfection, sensing myself growing wetter with every inch of skin he unveils.
I’m so affected by his magnetism that it takes a moment for my brain to process what I just saw. “Why did you have a condom in your back pocket?”
He doesn’t answer right away, embarrassed—an unusual sight coming from him. “I wanted to be prepared, just in case.”
“You expected this to happen?”
“Not expected, no. But part of me hoped it would.”
And he tried to pretend he wasn’t into me…
Once the protection is on, he grasps my hips and bends to lay a kiss on my cotton-covered intimacy, right on my demanding clit. The hunger of the gesture has me shivering from head to toe. Then he pulls my panties down my legs, revealing my intimate folds. When his eyes settle on my dripping slit, he smirks with pride and cockiness.
“Andrea, how are you always so wet for me?” Without any warning, he shoves his middle finger inside me, making me arch with a moan. Fuck, it feels so good. He pumps it in and out, bending it so it rubs on my front wall, knowing precisely what he’s doing. I cry when he adds another finger.
“Come for me, Andrea. Come on my finger so I can fuck you properly.”
Given his impressive size, I understand why he wants to do it that way. I consider arguing, but I can already sense my orgasm building up. It won’t be long before he’s buried inside me to the hilt. Especially with the way his thumb rubs my clit. With his other hand, he plays with my nipples, adding to the delight.
Absolutely helpless, I yield to the pleasure. It’s growing so quickly that it’s almost unbearable. The drenched sounds of his fingers fucking me hard and fast are almost embarrassing, but they’re covered by my moans and whimpers. Before I can even understand what’s happening, I come apart with a confused cry, crawling up on my elbows to escape the overwhelming stimulation. Mercilessly, his hand follows me to push my orgasm further, making me quiver and tremble.
“Aah, Lex…” I whimper, hoping he’ll stop his torturous ministrations.
When he finally removes his hand, the relief is short-lived. He pulls me back to him at the edge of the couch, and the round head of his cock takes its position at my pulsing opening.
He pushes himself inside of me with a careful yet firm thrust until he’s all the way in. Despite the orgasm, some discomfort lingers, but the ridiculous amount of pleasure makes it barely noticeable. Is there a better sensation in this world?
“I can’t wait until I’ve fucked you enough to mold you to my cock,” he says with a low voice.
There it is… The confirmation that there’ll be more of this. Like me, he accepted we’ll reiterate in the future.
His hands travel up from my parted knees, finding their place at my waist, circling it. “Should we count how many times I can make you come before I do?” he suggests.
My eyes widen. I should refuse because I’m no match for his stamina. But some combative part of me is curious. Boldly, I look up to meet his eyes, and after a moment of us studying each other, I nod.
He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile lingering on his mouth, and pulls out slowly before thrusting back with a deep shove. My confidence already wavers as I involuntarily moan. He does it again and again, and I quickly lose my ability to think. Adding to the physical satisfaction of being so perfectly filled and having the base of his shaft hit my clit with each thrust, I’m also overwhelmed by the meaning of the moment.
I’m having sex with Lex again. He’s right there, all magnificent and intense, the muscles of his arms and upper torso flexing every time he pulls me onto his hammering cock. His abs also contract each time hemoves forward, making me salivate with need. He’s so fucking attractive.
Keeping one hand against the armrest to make sure I won’t slide up, I lose control of my body. My hips are now moving in harmony with his, my fingers digging into the solid muscles of his arm, my back arching of its own will…
“Are you going to come for me already?” he rasps.
Something inside me rebels at the thought. I don’t want to be such a lightweight, but I can’t help how intense it all is. I stubbornly shake my head and close my eyes to focus on not orgasming. For fuck’s sake, it hasn’t even been five minutes.
Lex takes it as a challenge, his rhythm intensifying and his thumb teasing my swollen clit, rubbing it with just the right pressure. As much as I try to hold back, the double assault of his thumb and shaft is too much for me to resist. My legs twitch on each side of him, and my eyes whip open.
“Aah, fuck!” I cry out as I tilt over the edge. Anticipating that I’ll shake uncontrollably, he pins me firmly on the couch’s seat, never stopping his maddening thrusts.
