She holds me as I come, my hips punching into her in harsh, short, and deep thrusts with every rope of cum that tears out of me. Then, it finally slows, leaving me the emptiest I’ve ever felt. This might be the closest I’ll ever be to an out-of-body experience. I can feel every single thing happening to me, the way her fingers are now gently running through my damp hair, her hips stuck between mine and my thighs, the warm puffs of her breath on my neck, my cum dripping out of her and onto my balls… But I can’t control my body anymore. Not a single part of it.
So I start counting the seconds, wondering how long my brain will stay out of order like this. Fifty-two. I’m wholly incapacitated for nearly a fucking minute.
The first thing I do when I can move again is turn to her to meet her beautiful eyes. There’s so much love in them that I feel it in my chest. My hand shakes as I brush away the sweaty curls framing her reddened face.
She makes a move first, but I’m quick to catch her drift and bring myself closer for a kiss. It’s lazy, slow, and wet. It’s a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth, but I don’t think either of us cares. Not after what the fuck just happened. There’s no questioning if I enjoy it or not because my cock starts swelling. She must sense it because she moans, undulating the best she can to test me inside her.
When she pulls away, I’m confident it’s to tell me she needs a break before we continue. Hell,Ineed a break, regardless of what my dick seems to think.
But she looks at me with mischief instead, lets her hands trail down my back, and demands, “Again.”
I don’t deserve her. I never have and probably never will, but I have her, so the best I can do is count my blessings and embrace them.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t spend the rest of my life trying to deserve her.
Chapter 19
Iwake up hot, slightly out of breath, and thirsty. The massive body sleeping half over me explains the first two, and the glass of water on the nightstand could fix the third one.
“Lex, you’re crushing me,” I mumble, still nebulous. He doesn’t budge, as exhausted as I am.
My overheated limbs reluctantly cooperate, allowing me to crawl away from his sleepy embrace. Lex rolls on his back with a frown, as if he subconsciously knows I’m not in his arms anymore.
Once I’ve downed the glass, I check the clock on his side. Three twenty-two in the morning. We slept a little under an hour. After that second time, I took a moment in the bathroom to pee and wash the makeup off my face. He might be a raccoon enthusiast, but I refuse to look like one when we’re fucking. Then I returned to the bed, and we fell asleep in a few minutes, our limbs tightly woven together.
Despite the dim light, I admire his broad chest that expands with each breath, his chaotic hair, the powerful thickness of his arms… And under the mess of the sheets, the outline of his dick, which seems to be in a perpetual state of partial to complete hardness.
Although I shouldn’t even want any more of him, not after everything he gave me, I was promised an entire night of intense fuckery, and he better pay up. So I slide closer, pushing away the cover to unveil more of him.
“Baby, wake up,” I whisper in his ear before nibbling at his lobe. His eyebrows twitch, but that’s it. “Lex, time for round three,” I add, a little louder.
Amused by what a heavy sleeper he is, I pull the sheets completely away and straddle him. He isn’t fully hard, but the veiny ripples under the thin skin feel good when I dock him between my lips and startgrinding. I admire his magnificent torso as I sway my hips, working him up to another glorious erection.
His hands seek me before he even opens his eyes, pressing me harder onto him. “Andrea,” he moans, his voice hoarse and groggy.
Now that he’s awake, things can actually start. The instant his round head meets my greedy slit, his unfocused eyes open, and his hands clutch my hips.
I impale myself on him, ignoring the slight twinge of pain the stretch causes.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans between gritted teeth.
“And you’re so fucking big.”
My hands flatten on his firm pecs for support as I lift myself and lower. Fuck, I forgot how hard it is to take him whole in this position. After a few more attempts, I remember the trick and take him to the hilt. It’s all in the last little swing.
As I ride him, I wonder how I got such a fucking god to worship me the way he does. I’d say I’m a good person, I have great humor, and I look decent. But that doesn’t justify why this genius of a man, with his beyond-perfect body, fantastic personality, and magic dick, wantsme,of all people.
I can sure as hell try to give him a good reason, though. He took amazing care of me earlier, making me come so many times that I lost count. Now, I’m returning the favor, lasciviously fucking him, clenching my insides to feel even better around him.
His eyes lift from where our bodies join to meet mine with a warning frown. I don’t see why he should be the only one in charge of who comes when, so I clench harder and bounce faster.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, head digging into his pillow as his hands try to slow me down. But I’m unstoppable, so I keep up with the merciless pace. Time for him to lose control, for once.
Because men are visual creatures, I grab my tits with both hands and start fondling, twisting my nipples and squeezing the modest mounds. The jolts of pleasure that result are an added bonus—this is for him.
When he realizes there’s no stopping me, he changes strategy. His thumb finds my swollen clit and begins flicking. “Aah, Lex! Yes!” I moan, forever surprised by how good his touch feels.
He’s clearly worried he’ll come before me, and that triggers a thrilling race. One we’ve never had before. Who will make the other one come first? I usually wouldn’t like my odds, but something in the sloppy, desperate rolls of his thumb tells me I have a fair shot.
