“I’m sorry, something came up,” I explain, struggling to conceal the shiver that runs through me as Lex licks a line up my spine.
“What?! Girl, I know you didn’t make me get out of bed so early on a Saturday for nothing,” Mace protests.
Lex is now maneuvering my arm to pass it out of the dress sleeve, and when he moves to the other side, I take my phone into my other hand.
“I’m really sorry. I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
My dress is entirely bunched at my waist now, and since my breasts are finally free, Lex uses this opportunity to fondle them intently.
“I’m the only person here alone! I look like I ain’t got no friends!”
“Mace, I promise I’ll—Hmph…” Lex pinching both nipples is apparently the limit of my stealth, and a helpless moan escapes me before I can hold it back.
Fuck!
There’s a long pause on Mason’s side as I try to contain the rest of the pleasure-induced sounds that want to come out of me. Shit, Lex seriously enjoys torturing me a little too much.
Seems like Mason has processed what he heard, because he asks, “Sis, are you in the middle of sex right now?” I don’t answer, stopped by a shaky breath as Lex bites into the curve of my shoulder. “Oh. My. God. You did it, Dee! What worked? Was it the lingerie, or the—”
“Mace, I have to go,” I abruptly say, lifting myself to help Lex slip my dress down entirely.
“You’ll share details with me, right? I wanna knoweverything, down to the last—”
Lex, who apparently has had enough, rips the phone out of my hand. Without even bothering to put it against his ear, he says, “Goodbye, Mason,” into it before cutting the call and throwing the phone somewhere on the bed.
“There. All mine again,” he appreciatively mumbles.
“I’m always all yours.”
He kisses my back, like a pilgrimage where he religiously follows the beauty marks scattered there. It ends on the birthmark on my cheek, after which he returns up to kiss my neck. I don’t even try to hide just how much I’m grinning, because I’m sure he knows how elated I am that we’re finally back together, to this.
“Should make-up sex be in your favorite position?” he whispers in my ear.
“How can you know what’s my favorite?” I ask with amusement. “I don’t even know it myself.”
“Really? You always come the fastest and the hardest when I take you like that.” It shouldn’t surprise me that he pays attention enough to have noticed, but it still leaves me amazed.
“Then maybe we should go for that one,” I agree, impatient to have him in me. When I try to roll around, he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.
“No, stay like this,” he commands before straddling me.
Oh, so that’s my favorite position…
My face turns red with bewilderment and arousal. Shit, he’s right. I love it when he rams into me from behind, reaching deeper, with harder and faster thrusts than in any other position.
“Alright, pay attention, woman,” he demands. “These are the positions you prefer, if you’ll allow me to demonstrate.”
“Yes, please … Demonstrate.”
When he kisses my shoulder, there’s a grin on his lips, and I wonder if it’s my eagerness or my enthusiasm that amuses him the most. He grabs a pillow and lifts my hips, just high enough so he can slip it between me and the mattress.
The accessory isn’t exactly enough to give him optimal access, so I arch my back and prop my ass up, exposing my drenched folds to his sight. Apparently, the temptation is too great, so he grabs both cheeks in his hands, fondling them like they’re his favorite toys.
“We’ll work on re-plumping this, but fuck… Still the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he lets out, almost reverentially.
He really is an ass man, and more specifically, amyass man. I’m still high on his compliment when he spreads my cheeks apart. The bold gesture somehow embarrasses me despite everything we’ve shared. I press my flushed face into the sheets, aware he’s staring down at both holes—the one he’s fucked many, many times, and the one he has yet to try out. Now that he’s here again, we’ll get back to where we left off, and anal will be on the table again soon. The thought has me clenching around emptiness, and his approving “Hmm,” tells me he definitely noticed.
When he lets go, the tension in my shoulders fades away, and I look forward again. Then comes the blunt touch of his dick on my slit, and before I can even push back into him, he breaches in with a measured thrust that rips a moan out of me. Fuck, will I ever get used to this much perfection?
