HOLDEN
Idon’t care about the spilled wine, nor the fact that clothes have created a trail as we moved upstairs, arriving perfectly naked at my room.
It was a few licks on her luscious pussy, but then I felt a need to transfer us. Probably, the fact that the living area is not just mine, it’s my kids’. Maybe one day we will share it with someone else, but right now doesn’t seem right yet. But the true reason, if I’m honest, is I want to lay Lexi down inmybed. No woman has crossed that line since I moved into this house. It’s far too intimate, yet here I am with an eager desire to have Lexi in my bed.
That’s the reason why I throw her onto my bed, only for her to reach for my arms to tug me down to join her. We find our way to the middle of the mattress, and I sit up as Lexi swings her legs around my waist because it must be her position of choice today. She’s straddling me again, this time with her glistening pussy rubbing against my bare, hard cock.
Her eyes float around the room when we settle into a little silence.
“This is your room, it appears.” She does that cute thing where she slows her speech and states the obvious.
I tuck hair behind her ear, causing her to focus on me again. “You are very wise,” I whisper. “I guess it’s new for us.” My room is large, with a king-sized bed, a lot of gray happening in the simple decorating. A man’s room, I guess.
She splays her hand against my chest. We don’t say anything more because something so small seems to signify a lot. The simple act of letting her into my room that I normally keep private says enough.
Our lips find their way to meet, and we kiss. A sensual kiss that brings our bodies pressed together and my arms wrapping tighter around her waist, as if tight isn’t even enough.
We pull away, and her eyes gleam with sentimentality. “Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi,” I echo.
She smiles almost shyly, but I’m putting an end to that. I adjust our bodies and roll her back with her head now near the end of my bed, I encourage her to tilt her hips up, giving me ample opportunity to go slow with her.
Parting her thighs open, my tongue finds her clit again, and instantly she gasps. Lexi’s limber, and I appreciate that she can hold this position until I have her trembling. I circle her clit and keep my eyes focused on her face and hands that have found her breasts to fondle with. She’s even more damn beautiful because she freely does what she craves.
I’m not sure the cause of how drenched her thighs and pussy are, because since I set her on the dining table, I’ve both licked her and turned her on purely with the tease of what we’re going to do. Now I’m adding a finger to her pussy, and she needs my cock.
“Baby, you must be aching and craving my cock to fill you.” I watch her eyes hood closed then open while she thrums with pleasure. I add another digit, and she twists her nipples between her fingers, her hips beginning to circle, eager for more. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you. You make me feel so good,” she grates out.
I pop my fingers out of her pussy and shove them straight into her mouth. “You’re sweet, Lexi. Delicious, and you’re making a mess of your thighs. I’ve done this to you, and I have every intention of being inside you.”
“Please,” she begs.
I rumble a sound of pride while I reach for my nightstand to grab a condom. She follows my cues and comes to sit on me again in the middle of the bed. Our eyes lock, and I don’t need any words; she slides down onto me. Deadly slow, with every inch taking us deeper into our own world. Her hair falls behind her shoulder as she looks up, and her breasts present themselves to me for my teeth to drag around her nipple and my hands to mold against the shape.
She drags her pussy up then bears down on me with force that buries the tip of my cock as deep as possible inside of her.
Her breath becomes labored. “You feel so good,” she whispers.
My hands roam down her spine until I grip the cheeks of her ass in one slap. Her body jolts, but then approval through her smirk informs me that she didn’t mind. Using my hands on her behind, I guide her rhythm. She loops her arms around my neck for support, and we seem to be moving closer and closer. Our bodies have nowhere to go as the emotional element of sex only intensifies the ability to become one and move in sync.
That’s what has happened. Hasn’t it? I care for Lexi, she brightens my day, and when I close my eyes, I don’t see her gone.
I refuse to label this, but I’m allowed to have this time with her.
We’re both overheating with a sheen of sweat forming on our bodies. Through our heavy breathing, we still manage to kiss deeply. We slow down our thrusts, and our foreheads touch as we both soak in a few seconds of one another.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you aren’t afraid,” I whisper.
Her eyes flick to mine. “What should I be afraid of?”
My lips twitch, but I don’t respond. Because I’m not sure of the answer. Did I mean her sexual confidence or what’s transpiring between us?
It doesn’t matter. I pull her flush to my body and begin to piston up inside of her, needing to hit that spot that makes her see stars. She’s losing control, and she brings her mouth to the curve of my shoulder to caress and nip.
Our speed picks up with her hand between us toying with her clit. We both moan, and when we finally reach our destination, I’m positive I black out from a mind-blowing orgasm. All her doing.
