“Do you mean it?” she whispers when I look into her hopeful gaze again.
Instead of answering, I rub my cock onto her, still hard and ready for round two. That’s when she realizes how much I mean it. Or she must have, because she pulls me down for a hungry kiss.
We still have to talk about what she did, and I’m still angry at her to some extent. But this teachable moment has shown me I need to stop pretending I can have control over what happens between us. I have none, and the more I try to fight it, the harder it gets.
“So, do we proceed differently for that kind of sex?” she asks into the kiss, clumsily moving us around to straddle me.
“We proceed however you want, freckles.”
Her luminous smile seems to come from nowhere until I realize what I said. The nickname rolled off my tongue so easily that I didn’t notice it. But she did, and given the way her kiss intensifies, it’s as though it lit a fire within her.
I’ll never let her go, will I? And if that makes me a selfish prick, then I’ll make sure it’s the only flaw left in me.
Chapter 17
Iknew it. I knew sex would pave the way to our reconciliation. What’s better than steamy, mind-blowing slex to release three months of pent-up anxiety and frustration? Now, for sure, we’ll be able to have a talk without shouting at each other.
But not until we’ve done it again. Maybe a couple of times. I need a lot, lot more than what we did.
“I can’t believe what you do to me, woman,” he mutters under me. “I feel like life has been drained out of me from my cock, but I’m ready to go again.”
The lovely imagery has me giggling, and I give him an impish look. “I know. It’s been seeping out of me. It’s dripping down my thighs.”
Sending a hand between my legs, I lift myself up to collect the fluids there, sliding my fingers up my slit. When I show him our sticky cum mixed together, his pupils dilate dangerously. I bring my index to my mouth and lick it clean. Oh, how I’ve missed the salty tang of him… His eyes become almost black, and his dick twitches under me, which I take as an encouragement to offer him my middle finger.
He welcomes it with hunger, his hot tongue scraping off every last drop of us.
“Maybe I’ll be the one wearing you out for once,” I assert, like a declaration of war.
Before he can respond, I slide down his body and take his dick into my mouth, feasting on our combined tastes again. He lets out some faint protest, but I ignore it. He made me squirt. He can take this.
As I reacquaint myself with the practice, I’m reminded of just how much I love sucking him off. If it weren’t for the soreness of my throat and jaw afterward, I would probably do it for hours. Pleasuring him brings me as much, if not more, satisfaction than being pleasured by him. And I know he feels the same way. We’re selfless in our love for one another, and everything is shared, pleasure included.
I display great enthusiasm in my task, following the veins under the smooth skin with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks to suck harder and make him moan, welcoming the entirety of him in my mouth, farther down my throat. One of his hands is in my hair, and I pay attention to it as much as the sounds he makes.
Making him come this way is tempting. An eye for an eye and all that. But we aren’t equal in this multiple orgasms thing, so I fight the urge and pop his glistening cock out of my mouth.
With what I hope is sensuality, I crawl back on top of him, like a fierce and proud lioness. I straddle him, settling my slit over his hard length, and he sends his hands to each side of my hips, pressing me closer.
God, he’s so handsome… His muscular body is a masterpiece, from head to toe. And that beard… It felt amazing while he was eating me out. I almost want to ride it as much as I want his cock in me again. Fuck, I wish I could copy and paste myself so I can enjoy more of him at once.
I’m lost in my options, trying to decide what I want to do when my phone rings somewhere around us. I dismiss it, too impatient to go further with Lex. By the time it goes to voicemail, I’ve decided what I want. So, I lift myself up, align Lex’s dick under me, and impale myself on it, slowly enough to feel every bulging vein and the crease of his swollen tip against my sensitive walls. I’ll ride his face later, after we’ve had a shower and I’m not so sticky.
We both moan when my damp curls meet the trimmed hair at his base. Fuck, there isn’t a better feeling than this, is there? Being so full of him, so stretched, so completely filled.
Just as I’m rising, my phone rings again. Who the fuck is that? They have the worst possible timing.
Then it hits me.
Fuck! Mason!
“I’m so sorry,” I say with a grimace. “I have to take this.”
I move toward the sound, letting Lex’s dick slip out of me, and shuffle through the mess of my things to find my phone. Jesus, I’ll have so much laundry to do after this. Under a pair of jeans, I find it and see it’s indeed Mace. As I pick up the call, Lex’s strong and imposing body comes over mine.
“Hey, Mace,” I greet my friend, very aware that my voice is still sultry and rugged from the orgasms. Behind me, Lex pulls down the zipper of my dress, all the way to my lower back.
“Hey, Dee. I just arrived. Where you at?”
