“I’ve missed you too. You were on my mind the entire time, your wit, your pretty face, your perfect body… I longed for you every hour of every day.”
Never halting our kiss, I make love to him. Soon, I don’t care about splashing water on the floor, completely lost in passion. My moans echo on the slick walls of the room, almost covering the sounds of the water and his grunts.
To think I was minutes away from giving up, ready to leave this place and him because I couldn’t take any more of his cold indifference. Now,there’s nothing cold between us anymore. Not in the fiery way he’s looking up at me, eyes ablaze and hungry. His hands on my skin are scorching, warmer than the water. And our lovemaking is pure steam, the pleasure incandescent, the desire feverish and never-ending.
As my hips swing over his, their lustful rolling taking him in and out of me, his hands help, press, and pull. When I grab both to set them over my breasts, he plays with my nipples, creating a perfect triangle of bliss with my pussy.
He lets me lead, lets me love him, lets me fuck him… I sway in a dance older than time itself, leaning on his solid shoulders for support, whimpering his name when the pleasure gets too intense. The whole time, he feasts on the spectacle I offer, his eyes coursing over whatever the bubbles don’t hide, absorbing every detail. This almost makes me envy his prodigious memory. I wish I could remember all of this with near-perfect precision, too.
Somehow, this still isn’t enough. My desire to be close to him is almost irrational, but maybe we aren’t supposed to be rational. If I could, I’d crawl under his skin and take residence there, forever one with him.
I’m close, so close, the tension between my legs on the verge of exploding. But I need just a little more, barely anything. “Help me come,” I beg, shoving my face in the crook of his neck.
Immediately, his hand on my breast disappears in the soapy water between us, and his thumb finds my aching clitoris in a second. With the pad, he gives me one roll, two rolls, three rolls, and I finally fall over the edge, shuddering over him.
My whole frame trembles, and I hold on to him with my arms as he does the same. Wave after wave of powerful shivers wreck me, and I mewl his name the entire time, like a litany.
I’m too lost in my orgasm, blinded by it, to notice he isn’t coming. But by the time I’m back to my senses, I notice he’s still in me, still hard, and I don’t feel as full as I do when he pumps me full of cum.
I sag onto him with a mumbled protest, spent.
“So, what is this about wearing me out?” he asks with cockiness.
“Why are you looking so smug?” I counter with an uneven voice. “The day is still young. I might still manage.”
“Care to bet on it?” he offers, giving me a tentative thrust from below.
Fuck, okay. I’m not winning that one for sure. Still, this would be the perfect opportunity to finally settle a running joke. “The winner gets to tie up the loser?” I suggest. Given the smirk he gives me, it’s exactly what he had in mind.
“Deal.”
We move in unison for a kiss, and while I expect us to stay here for the next round, Lex has another idea. Careful that neither of us slips, he helps me up and out of the tub before picking me up again and leading me back to the bedroom.
There, he only hesitates for a second before lying me down in the mess of my clothes on the mattress. There’s most likely cum, sweat, or even spit on these, so they’re all going in the laundry, which means us being wet and soapy doesn’t matter.
Especially since it means Lex gets to thrust inside me faster after hooking his arms behind my knees. Fuck, I’m spread wide open like this, and he reaches so fucking far I can feel him right below my navel.
I’m so losing this bet. But then, it means Lex gets to tie me up, so is there really a loser in this scenario?
I think the fuck not.
“Water,” I grunt, panting as hard as Andrea.
“Yes, water … Great idea …”
She’s sprawled on her stomach next to me as I stare at the ceiling, trying to get my breathing in check. My entire body is sore, even my cock. I can feel the pulsing of my heart in it, which can’t be normal. We’re both covered in sweat, and no parts of us are touching for the first time in hours, too overheated to even consider it. I feel entirely wrecked, but in the best of ways.
Shit, we won’t survive this… Not if we keep trying to make up for three months in one go.
“Lex, go get a bottle,” she whines, shoving my side with a weak hand, voice muffled by the covers.
“Why me?”
“I can’t walk right now.”
“Fuck, I don’t think I can either.”
She lets out a breath that sounds like an exhausted scoff. “Baby, are you saying I wore you out?”
