I try to hold back a delighted grin and say, “Honestly, I don’t see that happening for us. We should stay fuck buddies.”
I’ve barely finished my sentence when he flips us around with a rapid roll that has me yelping. “You fucking tease,” he mumbles. “You made me ask, so now you better answer.”
He managed to keep himself inside me, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s slowly getting ready for round four. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Alexander,” I reply.
His smile as he takes my chin between his thumb and index melts my heart. And the way he then kisses me while he leisurely rolls his hips into me melts something else. I feel him swelling, which reminds me he really expected to come only four times tonight. He said it himself inthe past: he can stay hard for me the entire night. And with all the teasing, the edging, and the torture I’ve been putting him through, it’s only fair that he lets it all out.
The lazy foreplay seamlessly turns into sex as his small thrusts gain in amplitude and depth. Pressing a hand on the sleek wooden headboard above our heads, I push myself harder on him, our rhythm slow and lazy.
God, I want to spend a whole week doing this, rolling around in his bed and making love whenever our bodies allow it. I want an entire life of it, even.
“Do you have anything planned for the weekend?” he asks, his voice altered by passion. When I speak, mine is just as languid.
“I don’t think so. Maybe a drink with some friends on Saturday. Why?”
“My birthday is on Saturday.”
I freeze, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“You’re turning thirty-five on Saturday?”
“Yes,” he answers again, amused by my utter shock. “I’d love it if you spent some of the day with me.”
“Of course I will! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you right now.”
“But why didn’t you tell mesooner? Oh, God, I need to find you a gift. Lex, this is terri—”
He shushes my protest with a sudden kiss, silencing me effectively. Then he resumes his languid thrusts, and I forget about it altogether.
“It’s alright, Andrea. I want nothing other than your presence.”
As if he knows I’m about to argue, he gives me a deep shove. I adjust the angle of my hips, lifting my knees high on his sides, and wrap an arm around his back and another over his shoulders. Despite the amazing sensations, my mind inevitably drifts back to his birthday insixdays.
How the fuck do you find a gift for someone who has everything?
It’s pointless to buy him something expensive—he can get that himself. I need to find something personal, something that suits us. Maybe something nerdy or geeky? We just got socks, so not that.
“Andrea,” he groans, pushing himself on his elbows to meet my eyes. “I thought we had a few years before you started making lists in your head while I’m making love to you.”
Realizing what I was doing, I wince and offer him a sheepish smile, tightening my hold on him. “I’m sorry. I’m right here. But you caught me off guard.”
“It’s just a birthday. I’ve had thirty-four and, hopefully, I’ll have a lot more.”
“But it’s the first one together,” I explain with a pout. “It has to be special and perfect.”
He playfully follows a line up my throat with the tip of his nose until he gets to my ear to say, “How about we recreate the night of our first date, then?”
I giggle, shoving him away just a little. “Let’s finish the night first before planning an encore, shall we?”
“Woman, I’m trying to. You’re the one who keeps interrupting.”
To prove his point, he pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts deep inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes me moan. I lose myself in his eyes, trying my best to forget about Saturday, and his birthday, and the perfect gift. He deserves my undivided attention as he ravishes me. We abandon ourselves in each other’s embrace, making sweet, sweet love. In our little bubble of happiness, we’re oblivious to the rest of the world.
He’s my universe. I don’t need anything else.
