Chapter 18
L ex has been visibly anxious since we left the arcade, and now that we’re at his place, it’s even worse. Although a part of me wants to put him out of his misery, I like seeing him like this. I like knowing I have that effect on him because God knows he has it on me.
“Would you like something to drink?” he offers, returning from putting our leftovers in the fridge.
I shake my head, holding back an endeared smile as I hang my coat on the rack. He hesitantly looks around. “I can boil some water if you want an infusion or—”
“I’m not here for one last drink, Lex,” I interrupt him.
His hawk eyes follow me as I approach, and they don’t let go when I soothe my hands over his muscular chest and under his jacket to push it off his shoulders. He’s so entranced that he lets it fall to the floor, not minding the mess.
“Are you sure you want this, Andrea?”
This time, I nod, tugging at his turtleneck to take it out of his slacks. The thick fabric is warm in my hands, and I want to bunch it under my nose to smell him on it.
“If you want to wait longer, if you’re not comfortable with this, we don’t have to continue,” he insists.
Does he not know how much I want this? Can’t he realize just how desperately in love I am with him? After tonight, after our talks, after Seoul… Doesn’t he know we’re each other’s forever? Despite our differences, our rough start, our disagreements… and regardless of what life has in store for us, we’ll always find our way back to one another. I never believed in destiny, but I know I was put on this Earth for Alexander Coleman, and he’s here for me. We exist for each other .
Tenderly, I frame his handsome face with my hands, wanting to show all the affection and love I have for him.
“I want this, Lex. I know you’re trying so hard to protect us from hurting each other again, but I want you. All of you. I want the caring Lex, but I also want the dominant man, the control freak, the greedy and insatiable lover…”
His hands clench slightly on my hips, his inner turmoil easy to guess. His mind processes my words, that brilliant brain running ten miles a second. I love this man so damn much. Which I have yet to tell him. Those three small yet colossal words I was so close to telling him so many times need to come out.
So I let them.
“I love you, Alexander,” I profess, our eyes locked by an unbreakable force.
I see surprise, relief, confusion, and joy pass through his gray irises. A plethora of emotions wreck him, my words affecting him so profoundly that he probably feels them everywhere.
“Andrea, I—”
Words stumble in his throat as he tries to say something, to answer, to say it back… I see the frustration that takes over when his tongue refuses to cooperate.
“I know,” I whisper, stretching up to take his lips and appease him.
He kisses me with everything he has, showing me what he struggles to say. He kisses me like he owns me, and I do it just the same. When he lets go, it’s as though a wave of serenity washed over him.
Lex looks down at me with his incredible eyes and, with a whisper that feels like a scream, says, “I love you, Andrea.”
The most delicious shiver spreads through my entire body, from my heart to the tip of my fingers and toes. I knew it, but hearing it again, with so much conviction and intensity, is spectacular. Lex, my Lex, loves me.
And now that he’s told me, I want him to show me just how much. I take his hand and pull him with me as I walk to his bedroom. He follows in silence, but I feel the burn of his eyes on my skin. Once we’re in his room, I release his hand and twist my head around, looking at him through my lashes.
“Can you help me with…” I touch the back of my neck to show him the zipper along my spine.
He steps in closer so his hands can meticulously comply. As the zipper slides down, he lowers to kiss the curve of my shoulder. Once it’s undone, I step away from him, toward the bed. I turn around to meet his ravenous eyes and slowly pull my dress open, letting it slide down my body .
If I thought he looked entranced earlier, it’s nothing compared to now. His gaze devours every inch of me, discovering the pretty lingerie I’ve worn under my dress the whole time.
The small balconette bra barely reaches high enough to cover my nipples, and the thong is equally inefficient. The flesh-colored lace gives an illusion of nakedness, with tiny and adorable powder-pink butterflies embroidered in strategic spots. I’m wearing matching tights, held by a garter belt at my waist. It’s see through, so I know he can see everything beneath the lace, from my pebbled nipples to the perfectly trimmed triangle of curls between my legs.
His eyes are almost black with need as he stands there, looking at me like I’m dinner. My nerves make my hands tremble just a little, so I bring them behind my back.
“You look ravishing,” he utters with a raspy voice.
“Then ravish me, baby.”
He’s with me in three steps, his big, powerful hands grabbing me with fervent need while his mouth reclaims mine. My palms slip under his turtleneck, following the solid slab of his stomach up to the thin hair on his chest. He complies when I try to remove it but retakes my lips before the garment has even touched the ground.
I look down when he kicks his shoes out, and seeing the Superman socks we bought together in Seoul releases another surge of dopamine through me.
“God, I love you so fucking much,” I say, grabbing his face for another kiss.
I’m working on the fastening of his slacks when he lifts me off the ground, his hands filled with my ass. The world spins around me, but I’m too busy kissing him. The softness of the mattress welcomes my back as he lays me down, his hips nested between my parted thighs. He doesn’t stay there, though, straightening up to help me out of my shoes.
Then he returns against me and his fingers appreciatively follow the lace of my garter belt, the garters of my tights, and then comes up to cup the heated spot above. I feel his smirk come in the way of our kiss before he pulls away to meet my hooded eyes.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says. “It seems impossible how much I want you, whether you’re wearing fine lingerie or funny socks.”
He lets go of my soaked pussy to run a delicate finger along the edge of my bra. He slips it under, teasing my hardened nipple, then pulls out.
“How can you have so much restraint?” I protest, arching against him.
“I’m torn between savoring you and devouring you.”
To prove his words, he lowers a cup of my bra, welcomes the brown tip in his mouth to gently nibble while his tongue flicks, and returns the lace back in its place when he pulls away. The other side knows the same treatment, sending similar shivers all over my skin.
“Lex, I think you’ve tortured me enough for one evening.”
“I can never torture you enough, but if you insist…”
He kneels up, eyes raking over my body, and orders, “Take your earrings off.”
Shit, okay… This is about to get serious. I follow his command with trembling fingers, then hand him the gold hoops. As soon as they’re on the nightstand, he returns and tugs the sides of my thong to slide it down my legs. Then he begins a descent down my body, kissing my throat, drawing a heated trail to my nipples.
With my fingers tangled in his thick hair, I try to push him lower, delirious to feel his mouth on my pulsing clit. I feel his smile as he complies, but I don’t care. He knows he makes me greedy like that. He stops right over my curls and resists the push of my hands.
“Lex…” I whimper, arching my back, desperate for some relief. His grip on my wrists surprises me, and before I know it, my arms are forced to my sides. His warm breath teases my pussy, driving me crazy.
“Look at me,” he demands, so authoritative I immediately comply. “Tell me what you want, Andrea.”
Ah, fuck! Here’s my dominant Lex. He’s given me so much control lately that it’s strange to yield to his will again.
“I want your lips on me,” I beg.
“Where?”
“On my pussy.”
“Like that?” he asks, purposefully missing my clit with a faint kiss. My despair makes him chuckle low, and I bite my lip to prevent myself from telling him to go to hell.
“Lex, please …”
“You want me to fuck your cunt with my mouth?”
My clit throbs with want at that. “Yes.”
“Then say the words, Andrea.”
“I want you to fuck my cunt with your mouth,” I moan.
An appreciative hum rolls in his throat, and he sends me a satisfied look. “You’re the feistiest woman I know, but you’re so obedient when you want to be fucked, Andrea.”
His mouth is on me before I can reply, doing exactly what I begged him to. My hands are still trapped as he feasts on me like a starved man. With his expert tongue and lips, he brings so much pleasure that my eyes roll back. I’ve been so deprived, so needy, that tears soon stream down my temples.
It feels so fucking good…
Lex licks, nibbles, and sucks, reminding me how well he knows my body. He brings me close to my release and then changes the pace, pressure, and pattern, preventing my orgasm from happening.
When I try to rub and shove my pussy on his face to force him to give me what I need, he quickly loses his patience and lets go of my hands to trap my thighs in the iron hold of his arms. I’m helplessly at his mercy—which he has none of. On the fourth time he denies me, I give up with a sob and beg, “Lex, I can’t anymore… Make me come.”
Maybe it’s the despair in my voice or the tears in my eyes when I look over my heaving chest to meet his darkened gaze, but it works. The rhythm of his ministrations suddenly increases, and his lips latch on my clit. I cry out his name and tangle my fingers in his hair to press him harder on me, desperate to finally come apart.
In seconds, he brings me to nirvana, holding me tightly as I twitch and cry in ecstasy. The shivers that roll in waves through my body are maddeningly good. Better than anything I’ve had since the breakup. All the build-up and denied orgasms make my release so powerful that I can’t do anything but endure it. And he must know that because he stretches it with his restless tongue drumming over my clit.
When the pleasure gets so intense that it borders on pain, I try to push him away. But even my conflicted body works against me, my thighs clamped around his head to keep him right there.
A second orgasm blooms into the midst of this never-ending pleasure, and it rips more tears out of me, more screams, more shivers.
Fuck, I can’t. This is too much. It’s too fucking good.
What must be survival instinct has me trying to roll away from his unwavering lips and his torturous tongue. And Lex allows me to, but his hold on me doesn’t loosen, so while I do flip over, he stays right there. How the fuck am I straddling his face right now? And why the fuck do my hips begin to writhe on top of him, encouraging him to continue?
As I kneel there, riding his face like my life depends on it, I remember his promise on the plane. I’ll fuck you with my mouth and tongue until the taste of your pleasure becomes a core memory…
Ah, shit… I might not survive tonight.
The third orgasm sneaks up on me, but it wrecks me nonetheless. Lex’s head follows me when I try to lift away. As I writhe and tremble and cry out, I decide that I can’t let him give me a fourth orgasm like this. Three is way too fucking much already, and if he gives me another one, I’ll need an hour-long break before we can move on to the main course.
“Lex, baby… I need—I need your cock! Please… ”
He groans beneath me, which reverberates through my overworked clit. “My pussy’s been so empty, Lex. I need you to stretch it and fuck me hard. I want—I want you to fill me up with your cum, please!”
“Fucking hell…” he mutters.
The moment his hold on my thighs loosens, I know I won. That’s why I’m proudly smiling when he releases me. He rolls me to the side, and I watch as he tugs his pants down. The rest of his clothes get removed in one go, and my mouth actually waters at the sight of his erection. It looks so stiff and angry, and the tip is so wet…
Because I’m as greedy as he is, I force my weakened muscles to bring me closer to him. I barely have time to circle him with my hand and lower my mouth when he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs me away.
“Lex, it’s not fair,” I whimper as I meet his hardened expression.
Still fisting my hair, he brings my face closer to his and utters, “What isn’t fair, Andrea, is that you came three times in under ten minutes, but I’ll come four times at most tonight.”
I’m sure I can make him come more than that, but he continues before I can point it out. “So, if you want this to last more than a minute, you’ll keep your pretty lips away from my cock, alright?”
“Okay,” I mumble, realizing he’s waiting for my surrender.
The bedroom is probably the only place where I enjoy being manhandled a little, so when he uses his hold on my hair to make me lie down on my stomach, I not only let him but my pussy throbs at it.
Shit, Kate was right… I’m so getting fucked into oblivion tonight.
A ndrea lies there, her slim fingers clutching the sheets like she can’t help herself. With a knee resting high between her legs, I bend over to untie her bra. Then when I tug at the garter belt at her waist, she stops grinding onto my knee to lift her precious ass and help me remove it. She rises to her elbow to take off her bra as I roll her tights down, and when she’s finally bare before me, I let out an appreciative hum.
“There, much better,” I rasp.
The temptation of her ass is too great to resist, so I smack a flat hand on it and watch the slap ripple in the soft mound. She jumps at it with a moan, and my cock twitches at how her hips tilt up on their own as if asking for more.
As tempting as it is to indulge, we aren’t doing that right now .
So, ignoring the tingle in my palm that wants to give her what she craves, I flip her around on her back. Her legs spread wide, exposing the pink and wet space between them. She’s so fucking greedy, so desperate to have me in that heavenly little cunt of hers.
Because I never miss an opportunity to tease her, I rub myself onto her, smearing her wetness between us. And because she’s always been so fucking impatient, she tries to rush me by guiding my cock where she wants me. I grab her wrist to pin it over her head, and before her other hand can even move, I add it to my firm hold. She’s the one who asked for the controlling and dominant side of me. So now, she’ll take it.
My cock aches to be inside her, probably more than she needs it since she already came three times. But I want us to take our time. This isn’t just sex. It’s a reunion, something almost holy, meaningful and important. The pain and the precum that keeps seeping out of me aren’t enough to make me rush through it.
She writhes and moans, trying to get what she desperately needs, but I keep grinding into her. “Lex, please…” she whimpers, fresh tears wetting her eyes.
“Such an impatient woman. When will you learn that taking your time makes it better?”
“I can’t take better. Better would wreck me. I want you now. Please.”
She sounds so desperate that I take pity on her and lower my tip to her opening. Fuck, she’s so damn tight and drenched… I only give her half an inch, kissing the side of her throat hungrily. This moment is worth taking our time. That’s why I counter her when she tries to take more.
“Alexander, I swear to God,” she threatens. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to—”
“This is the first and the last time I’ll ever enter you after a long break, Andrea,” I tell her, lifting myself to look her in the eye. “From now on, I won’t be away from you for more than a week. So, let me go slow and marvel at how fucking good your tight little cunt feels around my cock.”
Her hips buck at my crudeness, overwhelmed by my possessive devotion. That makes a full inch sink into her, and she’s so snug and warm around me that I groan at the sensation. “Sorry,” she moans. “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear.”
With my free hand, I grasp her hip to keep her still and resume my torturously slow descent into her. We maintain eye contact the whole time, and I revel in it.
She’s fucking mine—for now and for the rest of time.
Once I’m halfway into her, I begin to set a slow, languid pace, pulling out leisurely and sinking back in, barely more each time. And she takes it, no matter how much more she wants or how frustrated it makes her. She takes my cock a quarter inch at a time because she’s my good girl, my docile Andrea, and she knows I’ll reward her efforts.
When, after what feels like several minutes, I finally reach the end of her, we both moan. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. But even though it feels like she was made for my cock, some of it is left out. So I look down and pull out almost to the tip before thrusting in. Again, she’s filled to the brim before all of me is gone, my tip reaching the end of her.
“Don’t you remember how to take me, Andrea?” I rasp in her ear. She whimpers, trying to adjust herself under me. “Arch your hips.”
“I am arching! You just—You got bigger.”
I chuckle at her frustration. Slowly, I back away and then sink inside her again, giving an extra punch at the end. “You’re doing so good… We’re almost there, see?” I tell her with pride.
It takes three more tries and my arm behind her hips to angle her better, but the base of my cock meets the damp curls of her pussy. “There,” I praise. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
She nods, wriggling to feel me everywhere inside her. Encouraged by her approval, I start a slow, languid momentum. Her soft body is trapped below mine, her nipples grazing my chest, her thick thighs framing my hips, and her flushed face offers me the prettiest spectacle I’ve ever seen. She’s so utterly feminine that it drives me insane, with her pouty lips, small nose, and wide eyes. And those freckles… God, those fucking freckles.
Despite my best effort to remain slow, my pace picks up. Under me, her sighs of pleasure turn into moans, then into small cries when I adjust myself to slam on her overused clit with every shove.
“Don’t come yet,” I order at her first involuntary contraction around me. I don’t mean it, but the higher she climbs, the greater it’ll be when she tilts. “Wait for me, Andrea.”
She lets out a strangled complaint, her hands sliding to my ass to pull me into her harder. I keep doing exactly what I was doing, knowing this is what she needs to topple over.
“You feel so good. You’re gripping me like a fist. I’ve never had a woman like you. One with a pussy so fucking tight.” I lick an imaginary line up her throat and give her a taste of her salty skin, shoving my tongue in her mouth. Then, when I pull away, I demand, “Tell me, Andrea. Tell me how much you missed having my fat cock in your pretty cunt?”
Like a magic formula, it triggers her orgasm. She comes apart with a cry in the crook of my neck, her fingers digging into my ass to keep me there as her body jolts and shakes. The way she clamps around me brings me dangerously close to an abrupt ending, but I grit my teeth and ride through her orgasm, trying to think of anything other than her.
When the last of her tremors have passed, her head falls back with a trembling sigh, her whole body going limp. Still deeply shoved into her, I kiss every inch of her I can access.
“My stubborn little dork,” I murmur. “What am I going to do with you? I told you not to come.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she protests.
“Well, we’ll have to start over, then.”
Staying planted into her, I push myself up until I’m leaning back on my heels. I look up and down her sprawled body, wondering yet again what I did to deserve such a perfect woman. Then I grab one of her legs, kiss the inside of her calf before resting it on my shoulder, and do the same on the other side.
My hands then frame her hips, and I lift her until her back is off the bed. As if she knows what’s coming, she braces herself with a hand pushing against the headboard while the other fists the sheets.
Her small tits shake as a soft cry parts her lips when I first punch into her. I adjust myself to fill her better, pulling her onto my cock with every thrust, my pace merciless. I savored her earlier, so I’d say I’ve earned the right to devour now. What started as slow and tender has turned into something fast and rough, with carnal sounds of slapping flesh, screams, and whimpers echoing in the room.
With the way she greedily pushes back onto the headboard to get more every time, I can barely believe this is the same woman who couldn’t fit me inside her earlier. And every time I look down, every time I see my shiny cock drilling in and out of her, I wonder how the fuck did I find such a perfect fit for me.
We’re compatible on every single level, mentally and physically, and this serves as a reminder that out of billions of women, there can only ever be her.
Andrea fucking Walker.
I feel her pussy start to throb again, her erratic breathing itching up between her screams, and I hasten my momentum.
“Oh, fuck! Lex, I—” Her hand lets go of the sheet to grab my wrist instead as if she needs the contact. “I love you! Oh God, I lo—”
I can barely feel the tightening of her pussy around me as a jolt of pure, searing pleasure shoots from my lower spine to my balls. Pleasure erupts out of me with violence, my hands tightening on her hips so hard it might bruise. But I can’t control a single muscle in my body as cum shoots out of my cock, filling her spasming cunt with what feels like months of unsatisfied needs .
I’m not sure how it happens—if I leaned in or if she pulled me in—but I end up plastered onto her with my arms wrapped around her slender middle, still kneeling, still keeping her onto me with her back off the mattress. She holds me together in one piece as I moan her name over and over while I release inside her. And it’s good that she does because I might have imploded all over the room without it.
She holds me as I come, my hips punching into her in harsh, short, and deep thrusts with every rope of cum that tears out of me. Then, it finally slows, leaving me the emptiest I’ve ever felt. This might be the closest I’ll ever be to an out-of-body experience. I can feel every single thing happening to me, the way her fingers are now gently running through my damp hair, her hips stuck between mine and my thighs, the warm puffs of her breath on my neck, my cum dripping out of her and onto my balls… But I can’t control my body anymore. Not a single part of it.
So I start counting the seconds, wondering how long my brain will stay out of order like this. Fifty-two. I’m wholly incapacitated for nearly a fucking minute.
The first thing I do when I can move again is turn to her to meet her beautiful eyes. There’s so much love in them that I feel it in my chest. My hand shakes as I brush away the sweaty curls framing her reddened face.
She makes a move first, but I’m quick to catch her drift and bring myself closer for a kiss. It’s lazy, slow, and wet. It’s a lot of tongue and a bit of teeth, but I don’t think either of us cares. Not after what the fuck just happened. There’s no questioning if I enjoy it or not because my cock starts swelling. She must sense it because she moans, undulating the best she can to test me inside her.
When she pulls away, I’m confident it’s to tell me she needs a break before we continue. Hell, I need a break, regardless of what my dick seems to think.
But she looks at me with mischief instead, lets her hands trail down my back, and demands, “Again.”
I don’t deserve her. I never have and probably never will, but I have her, so the best I can do is count my blessings and embrace them.
And I’ll be damned if I don’t spend the rest of my life trying to deserve her.