I might only be an eighth Dominican through my abuela, but these hips have range and rhythm—thanks to three years of forced bachatalessons. And I’m a full brat through myself, so I’m finally putting those lessons to good use.
“Fuck, Andrea! Slow down,” Lex whimpers when I show him. But he doesn’t have much mercy for me when the situation is reversed, so I’ll have none for him.
His upper body contracts, his flexed arms keeping me down on his cock as he roars. Cum shoots out of him so hard that I feel the hot splashes hit my cervix. I feel like a conqueror as I watch him orgasm, proud to have accomplished such a feat. I’m a fucking queen, a sex goddess. And the moaning hunk below me seems to agree, given how he looks at me with worship in his eyes. He’s so sexy and cute, with his reddened cheeks, glassy eyes, and the joyful mess of his hair…
Before I can rejoice in my triumph, he lifts me up by a few inches and begins drilling into me from below. His ferocious pace makes me tumble forward with a cry. The wet noises that come from between us are filthy hot, and when I look down, I see he’s fucking the cum out of me.
It’s the sight coupled with the unyielding, almost brutal thrusts that make me come, trembling and crying, my fingers clutching his chest. Lex keeps going for as long as he can and then stops with an exhausted sigh. I collapse onto him, my upper body plastered on his, our sweaty, heated skin sticking together. With my cheek on his firm chest, I can hear his heart—wild, and strong, and mine.
“I won,” I say with a soft laugh.
“I’d say we both won this one.”
The tips of his fingers draw lazy swirls on my back, sending small and happy jolts through the skin. God knows how long we stay like this, basking in post-nut bliss without an inch between us and his softened dick still inside me.
I come close to drifting into sleep several times, but his fingers keep finding new sensitive areas that tickle. We probably could stay like this forever, wanting nothing more than this moment to stretch and become our infinity.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asks, breaking the silence.
It’s this week, and with everything that happened, I barely saw it coming. I look up, resting my chin on my hand so it doesn’t dig into his chest. “My family doesn’t celebrate that very problematic holiday, so I’m staying in Seattle. We’re doing a Friendsgiving with Tamika and a few people.”
“At your place?”
I shake my head. “Dakota’s. How about you? Are you going to Dallas?”
“No. Kev and Michelle have invited me to theirs, as usual. I’m not sure I’ll go.”
“Why?”
“It’s a little dull, and I’m their only single friend.” He pauses at that, smiles, and corrects himself. “Well, not anymore.”
“Wait,” I say, lifting myself enough to properly look at him. “Are you assuming we’re a couple now?”
My feigned skepticism confuses him, doubt and disappointment twisting his brows. “Aren’t we—I thought this meant—”
“You have to ask,” I interrupt him.
“Ask what?”
“If you want me to be your girlfriend, you must officially ask me.”
As he understands I was teasing him, he sighs with an eye roll. “What is this? High school?”
I pout, trying to look endearing, and explain, “It’s just that… No one ever asked me. It always happened without it. And you’re likely my last chance.”
“I don’t believe no one ever asked you to be their girlfriend, Andrea.”
“But no one did! I had acne and braces in high school. Also, I beat them at video games, so boys didn’t like me. And in college, it was always friendships that turned into more, so I never got asked.”
Lex doesn’t seem to believe me right away, hesitant. But when I flutter my lashes at him, he gives in, his hands resting on each side of my hips. “I suppose it’s fitting, since I’ve never asked anyone before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve never wanted a girlfriend until you.”
That makes me so giddy that I wriggle on top of him, which almost makes him slip out of me. But I adjust my position and ask, “So?”
With loving tenderness, he wipes away the messy baby hair sticking to my temple and asks, “Andrea Walker, will you be my girlfriend?”
