Once he’s fully sheathed in me, he remains there for a few seconds, his weight on me preventing any attempt at initiating momentum. All it takes is an impatient groan from me, and he retreats until only his tip is left inside. Unexpectedly, he punches back into me, knocking the air out of my lungs.
“Aah, fuck…” I whimper.
He does it again, and again, slowly dragging out, then rushing back in so fast his hips slap into my ass. With each snappy thrust, he’s a little faster,until the rhythm has me intoxicated with pleasure, my moans never-ending. That’s when he switches tactics. Adjusting his position, he takes me from a slightly different angle. While he isn’t as harsh as before, it is just as pleasurable, if not more.
“Can you feel the difference, Andrea?” he groans.
“Yes!”
“Can you feel this?” He gives me a particularly good shove, reaching where it feels so fucking amazing. “When I fuck you like this,” he continues, giving me more of these precise and lethal thrusts, “the head of my cock grazes against that sweet spot in you. You love this, don’t you?”
“Aah, fuck, yes… Baby, don’t stop,” I beg, pushing back against his next thrust.
“I don’t reach as deeply like this,” he explains, his voice so hoarse I regret not seeing his face, wanting to see how consumed by pleasure he is. “But I reach where it feels the best for you, don’t I?”
He continues exactly like this, fucking me like it’s a science and he has a PhD in this specific discipline. And of course, it works. Really fucking well.
I come hard, mewling his name, fingers clenching the covers as my body shakes under his. I don’t squirt again, but the pleasure that erupts is just as brutally blissful. Three months of abstinence have made all this so much more intense than it already was. Or maybe it’s because Lex has been thinking about this for that long, and his skills have improved, even without practice. Either way, it’s wrecking me.
Out of sympathy, or maybe because it’s easier to keep himself in check, Lex doesn’t move, granting me some mercy as I quiver under and around him.
When his fingers graze my face, tucking my hair away, I think it’s to get a better view of my blissful state. But he fists a handful of my curls and tugs on them, lifting my head off the covers and inflicting an amazing mix of pain and thrill down my spine.
“This, too, you love. You should feel the way you clench around me when I pull on your hair. It drives me insane.”
Knowing how well he knows my body is both thrilling and scary. This is like a magician finally revealing his secrets and tricks. With every sigh, every involuntary clench, every scratch of my fingernails on his back, every tremor… I silently taught him what I like most. And he wrote it all down in his genius mind, because he is as obsessed as I am. Though I need to pay more attention and catch up, so we can be equal in such knowledge.
My thoughts come to a halt when he tightens his grip on my hair and tugs harder. This time, I actually feel my walls quiver around him. “Have you always enjoyed pain during sex?”
“No… Only with you. I love it when you’re being dominant,” I confess. My voice is throaty, so sensual, I barely recognize it.
“And I love it when you’re being a good, submissive slut.” With that, he gives me a surprise thrust.
“Fuck!” I moan.
Clearly, Lex isn’t done with his lesson yet. “Is your enjoyment of name-calling a novelty, too?” he asks, his hips still pressed onto my ass. The tip of his nose comes to caress the curve of my shoulder.
“Yes. I think I just thoroughly love whatever you do to me. I never thought I’d enjoy light degradation or hair pulling, but here we are…”
There is a long pause, and I wonder if I said something wrong. “You know I’m not particularly into the former, right? I don’t think you’re a whore or a slut. I say those because I can tell how much you enjoy it.”
I frown slightly and twist around to meet his gray gaze. “Don’t feel like you have to for me, baby. We should both equally enjoy sex.”
“I don’t mind. Part of me does like the idea of you being my little whore.”
“And a big part of me adores being a needy slut just for you,” I say with a crooked smile.
He smirks and comes closer for a kiss. “You really are, aren’t you?” he asks against my lips. “Myneedy little slut.”
“Yes. For now and forever.”
With a firm hand, he grabs my jaw and deepens the kiss. His tongue dominates mine, his claim on my lips imperious and demanding. We’re still in the midst of it when he resumes the rolling of his hips, returning to our earlier activities.
When my moans get in the way of our kiss, he pulls away, straightening behind me. Never dislodging his dick from within me, he lifts me onto my knees, changing our position into a proper doggy style.
“Alright, nowthisis your favorite position. You always come harder and faster like this.”
His assurance is amusing, so I twist to give him a mischievous grin. “Do you have a spreadsheet somewhere labeled ‘How Andrea likes to be fucked,’ where you keep tabs on all this?”
