“Aaah! Lex, please…” she begs, her entire body convulsing under the intensity of her pleasure. When she tries to crawl away from my hand, I follow her. I’m as insatiable as she is, so I keep going, demanding more fluids, more screams, more everything.
“You can take it,” I mutter through gritted teeth.
My hand is drenched, and the wet noises of my fingers in her fill my ears. This is the hottest fucking thing she’s ever done. She’s making a mess, wetting the sheets, and when she tries to press her knees together this time, I keep one leg parted with a firm hand while the other keeps going.
“Fuck! Pigasus!” she cries out. “Oh God, pigasus!”
The safe word has something clenching hard in my chest, and I immediately rip my hand out and away from her. Shit, I went too far. I pushed her so much it came to this… I fucking failed her, and it has my heart torn in half.
She pants as I lie against her, wanting to cradle her to make up for what I did. “I’m so sorry, Andrea. I didn’t mean to—I thought you could—”
Her nebulous gaze struggles to focus on my face, but she lays a hand over my arm and taps it gently. “You’re fine,” she says, her voice uneven. Still worried, I hold her for what feels like an eternity, waiting for her to regain her senses. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she eventually breathes out, still stunned.
“Are you okay?”
“Okay?!Baby, it was so fucking good I almost passed out.”
A reassured chuckle comes out of me as tension slowly leaves my body. “Andrea, I thought I hurt you, not that you were coming too hard,” I gently scold her, kissing her temple.
“I don’t think anyone ever camethathard, Alexander.”
I laugh again, and when she tries to tug me closer, I comply and come against her. We stay like this for a while as she recuperates, and she eventually asks, “Did you actually call me ‘my love,’ or was my brain that far gone?’”
“That’s what you are, isn’t it?”
She twists her head to face mine, and the wonderment in her eyes nearly undoes me. “I am. And you’remi amor.”
After an intense kiss, she wriggles around to have her face inches from mine.
I admire her, forever overwhelmed by the feelings she triggers in me. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I ask.
“I think I do,” she answers with a tight throat.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that, right?”
“And you’re my best thing, Alexander.” She kisses me again, and her slim hand travels between us to my cock—which is still hard and begging for release.
“You’ve had enough for one morning,” I protest, ripping myself away from her to roll out of bed.
“But it’s your birthday!”
“And I got everything I wanted. I’m not asking more of you until tonight.” To take the temptation away from her, I pick up a pair of jogging pants discarded on the floor and slip them on.
“I’m feeling better,” she pouts.
“Andrea, I said no.” I throw a T-shirt at her, and she begrudgingly sits up to slip it on.
Still feeling feisty, she crosses her arms and says, “Right, you’re nine years older than me now. You gotta pace yourself, old man.”
“Don’t make me bend you over my knee and spank you, young lady.” That gets the best of her bad mood, and she giggles.
“Come,” I tell her, offering my hand to help her out of bed. “There’s something I want to show you.”
She slips her soft fingers into my palm and follows me to the dressing room. The idea came to me as I was getting dressed to go to Kevin and Shelly’s Thanksgiving, and I immediately gave in, refusing to overthink it.
I guide her to the chest of drawers and try to think of a way to tell her. “It’s probably too early,” I cautiously start, “but it feels right to me. And you’ve been saying how you want the authentic me, not the one who contains and internalizes everything. So…”
Nervously, I point to the piece of furniture. She doesn’t get what I’m trying to say, staring at it with a frown, then at me.
