Chapter 19
I wake up hot, slightly out of breath, and thirsty. The massive body sleeping half over me explains the first two, and the glass of water on the nightstand could fix the third one.
“Lex, you’re crushing me,” I mumble, still nebulous. He doesn’t budge, as exhausted as I am.
My overheated limbs reluctantly cooperate, allowing me to crawl away from his sleepy embrace. Lex rolls on his back with a frown, as if he subconsciously knows I’m not in his arms anymore.
Once I’ve downed the glass, I check the clock on his side. Three twenty-two in the morning. We slept a little under an hour. After that second time, I took a moment in the bathroom to pee and wash the makeup off my face. He might be a raccoon enthusiast, but I refuse to look like one when we’re fucking. Then I returned to the bed, and we fell asleep in a few minutes, our limbs tightly woven together.
Despite the dim light, I admire his broad chest that expands with each breath, his chaotic hair, the powerful thickness of his arms… And under the mess of the sheets, the outline of his dick, which seems to be in a perpetual state of partial to complete hardness.
Although I shouldn’t even want any more of him, not after everything he gave me, I was promised an entire night of intense fuckery, and he better pay up. So I slide closer, pushing away the cover to unveil more of him.
“Baby, wake up,” I whisper in his ear before nibbling at his lobe. His eyebrows twitch, but that’s it. “Lex, time for round three,” I add, a little louder.
Amused by what a heavy sleeper he is, I pull the sheets completely away and straddle him. He isn’t fully hard, but the veiny ripples under the thin skin feel good when I dock him between my lips and start grinding. I admire his magnificent torso as I sway my hips, working him up to another glorious erection.
His hands seek me before he even opens his eyes, pressing me harder onto him. “Andrea,” he moans, his voice hoarse and groggy.
Now that he’s awake, things can actually start. The instant his round head meets my greedy slit, his unfocused eyes open, and his hands clutch my hips.
I impale myself on him, ignoring the slight twinge of pain the stretch causes.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans between gritted teeth.
“And you’re so fucking big.”
My hands flatten on his firm pecs for support as I lift myself and lower. Fuck, I forgot how hard it is to take him whole in this position. After a few more attempts, I remember the trick and take him to the hilt. It’s all in the last little swing.
As I ride him, I wonder how I got such a fucking god to worship me the way he does. I’d say I’m a good person, I have great humor, and I look decent. But that doesn’t justify why this genius of a man, with his beyond-perfect body, fantastic personality, and magic dick, wants me, of all people.
I can sure as hell try to give him a good reason, though. He took amazing care of me earlier, making me come so many times that I lost count. Now, I’m returning the favor, lasciviously fucking him, clenching my insides to feel even better around him.
His eyes lift from where our bodies join to meet mine with a warning frown. I don’t see why he should be the only one in charge of who comes when, so I clench harder and bounce faster.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, head digging into his pillow as his hands try to slow me down. But I’m unstoppable, so I keep up with the merciless pace. Time for him to lose control, for once.
Because men are visual creatures, I grab my tits with both hands and start fondling, twisting my nipples and squeezing the modest mounds. The jolts of pleasure that result are an added bonus—this is for him.
When he realizes there’s no stopping me, he changes strategy. His thumb finds my swollen clit and begins flicking. “Aah, Lex! Yes!” I moan, forever surprised by how good his touch feels.
He’s clearly worried he’ll come before me, and that triggers a thrilling race. One we’ve never had before. Who will make the other one come first? I usually wouldn’t like my odds, but something in the sloppy, desperate rolls of his thumb tells me I have a fair shot.
I might only be an eighth Dominican through my abuela, but these hips have range and rhythm—thanks to three years of forced bachata lessons. And I’m a full brat through myself, so I’m finally putting those lessons to good use.
“Fuck, Andrea! Slow down,” Lex whimpers when I show him. But he doesn’t have much mercy for me when the situation is reversed, so I’ll have none for him.
His upper body contracts, his flexed arms keeping me down on his cock as he roars. Cum shoots out of him so hard that I feel the hot splashes hit my cervix. I feel like a conqueror as I watch him orgasm, proud to have accomplished such a feat. I’m a fucking queen, a sex goddess. And the moaning hunk below me seems to agree, given how he looks at me with worship in his eyes. He’s so sexy and cute, with his reddened cheeks, glassy eyes, and the joyful mess of his hair…
Before I can rejoice in my triumph, he lifts me up by a few inches and begins drilling into me from below. His ferocious pace makes me tumble forward with a cry. The wet noises that come from between us are filthy hot, and when I look down, I see he’s fucking the cum out of me.
It’s the sight coupled with the unyielding, almost brutal thrusts that make me come, trembling and crying, my fingers clutching his chest. Lex keeps going for as long as he can and then stops with an exhausted sigh. I collapse onto him, my upper body plastered on his, our sweaty, heated skin sticking together. With my cheek on his firm chest, I can hear his heart—wild, and strong, and mine.
“I won,” I say with a soft laugh.
“I’d say we both won this one.”
The tips of his fingers draw lazy swirls on my back, sending small and happy jolts through the skin. God knows how long we stay like this, basking in post-nut bliss without an inch between us and his softened dick still inside me.
I come close to drifting into sleep several times, but his fingers keep finding new sensitive areas that tickle. We probably could stay like this forever, wanting nothing more than this moment to stretch and become our infinity.
“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he asks, breaking the silence.
It’s this week, and with everything that happened, I barely saw it coming. I look up, resting my chin on my hand so it doesn’t dig into his chest. “My family doesn’t celebrate that very problematic holiday, so I’m staying in Seattle. We’re doing a Friendsgiving with Tamika and a few people.”
“At your place?”
I shake my head. “Dakota’s. How about you? Are you going to Dallas? ”
“No. Kev and Michelle have invited me to theirs, as usual. I’m not sure I’ll go.”
“Why?”
“It’s a little dull, and I’m their only single friend.” He pauses at that, smiles, and corrects himself. “Well, not anymore.”
“Wait,” I say, lifting myself enough to properly look at him. “Are you assuming we’re a couple now?”
My feigned skepticism confuses him, doubt and disappointment twisting his brows. “Aren’t we—I thought this meant—”
“You have to ask,” I interrupt him.
“Ask what?”
“If you want me to be your girlfriend, you must officially ask me.”
As he understands I was teasing him, he sighs with an eye roll. “What is this? High school?”
I pout, trying to look endearing, and explain, “It’s just that… No one ever asked me. It always happened without it. And you’re likely my last chance.”
“I don’t believe no one ever asked you to be their girlfriend, Andrea.”
“But no one did! I had acne and braces in high school. Also, I beat them at video games, so boys didn’t like me. And in college, it was always friendships that turned into more, so I never got asked.”
Lex doesn’t seem to believe me right away, hesitant. But when I flutter my lashes at him, he gives in, his hands resting on each side of my hips. “I suppose it’s fitting, since I’ve never asked anyone before.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve never wanted a girlfriend until you.”
That makes me so giddy that I wriggle on top of him, which almost makes him slip out of me. But I adjust my position and ask, “So?”
With loving tenderness, he wipes away the messy baby hair sticking to my temple and asks, “Andrea Walker, will you be my girlfriend?”
I try to hold back a delighted grin and say, “Honestly, I don’t see that happening for us. We should stay fuck buddies.”
I’ve barely finished my sentence when he flips us around with a rapid roll that has me yelping. “You fucking tease,” he mumbles. “You made me ask, so now you better answer.”
He managed to keep himself inside me, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s slowly getting ready for round four. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Alexander,” I reply.
His smile as he takes my chin between his thumb and index melts my heart. And the way he then kisses me while he leisurely rolls his hips into me melts something else. I feel him swelling, which reminds me he really expected to come only four times tonight. He said it himself in the past: he can stay hard for me the entire night. And with all the teasing, the edging, and the torture I’ve been putting him through, it’s only fair that he lets it all out.
The lazy foreplay seamlessly turns into sex as his small thrusts gain in amplitude and depth. Pressing a hand on the sleek wooden headboard above our heads, I push myself harder on him, our rhythm slow and lazy.
God, I want to spend a whole week doing this, rolling around in his bed and making love whenever our bodies allow it. I want an entire life of it, even.
“Do you have anything planned for the weekend?” he asks, his voice altered by passion. When I speak, mine is just as languid.
“I don’t think so. Maybe a drink with some friends on Saturday. Why?”
“My birthday is on Saturday.”
I freeze, eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“You’re turning thirty-five on Saturday?”
“Yes,” he answers again, amused by my utter shock. “I’d love it if you spent some of the day with me.”
“Of course I will! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m telling you right now.”
“But why didn’t you tell me sooner ? Oh, God, I need to find you a gift. Lex, this is terri—”
He shushes my protest with a sudden kiss, silencing me effectively. Then he resumes his languid thrusts, and I forget about it altogether.
“It’s alright, Andrea. I want nothing other than your presence.”
As if he knows I’m about to argue, he gives me a deep shove. I adjust the angle of my hips, lifting my knees high on his sides, and wrap an arm around his back and another over his shoulders. Despite the amazing sensations, my mind inevitably drifts back to his birthday in six days.
How the fuck do you find a gift for someone who has everything?
It’s pointless to buy him something expensive—he can get that himself. I need to find something personal, something that suits us. Maybe something nerdy or geeky? We just got socks, so not that.
“Andrea,” he groans, pushing himself on his elbows to meet my eyes. “I thought we had a few years before you started making lists in your head while I’m making love to you.”
Realizing what I was doing, I wince and offer him a sheepish smile, tightening my hold on him. “I’m sorry. I’m right here. But you caught me off guard. ”
“It’s just a birthday. I’ve had thirty-four and, hopefully, I’ll have a lot more.”
“But it’s the first one together,” I explain with a pout. “It has to be special and perfect.”
He playfully follows a line up my throat with the tip of his nose until he gets to my ear to say, “How about we recreate the night of our first date, then?”
I giggle, shoving him away just a little. “Let’s finish the night first before planning an encore, shall we?”
“Woman, I’m trying to. You’re the one who keeps interrupting.”
To prove his point, he pulls out almost all the way, then thrusts deep inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes me moan. I lose myself in his eyes, trying my best to forget about Saturday, and his birthday, and the perfect gift. He deserves my undivided attention as he ravishes me. We abandon ourselves in each other’s embrace, making sweet, sweet love. In our little bubble of happiness, we’re oblivious to the rest of the world.
He’s my universe. I don’t need anything else.
O nly this fucking woman could take this much and still beg for more. But I suppose I’m not the only one who’s been missing the incredible sex, so she’s as eager as I am to catch up.
Her moans and cries are raspy from her sore throat, and her skin is flushed and sweaty. Her tired fingers can barely hold on to the sheets as I slam onto her ass, admiring the curve between her narrow waist and her wide hips. I love seeing her face during sex, but I also love this view, especially arched as she is right now. It’s mesmerizing to watch her asshole throb in rhythm with her cunt.
But in case this is too much, I halt my thrusting and loosen my hold on her. Barely two seconds pass before she picks up where I left off, throwing herself back onto me, making my cock disappear in her drenched pussy again and again. Yes, she’s fine.
So I keep fucking her until she comes, and then I allow myself to follow her this time. Five. She’s made me come five fucking times. And every single orgasm was draining and satiating. But there is no being satiated with her .
We fall forward onto the bed, with my softening dick still in her. I move to the side so I don’t crush her, and she twists to face me. She looks exhausted, her eyes barely able to stay open.
“I think we found my official limit,” she murmurs.
“Did we?”
As if she doesn’t have the energy for more, she nods a single time. “How many was that?”
“Sixteen.”
She gasps. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
“Several of those are on you.”
I come closer enough to kiss the sweaty curve of her shoulder, sampling her skin. Time to sleep, but before that, it’s time to change the sheets. There’s cum and sweat everywhere, and I’m almost sure she had a little squirting moment at some point. That’s something we’ll have to explore another day.
Motivated to let us get some rest, I push myself up and out of her, then slide out of the bed. Fucking hell, even my legs are wobbly, so I can’t imagine hers. Instead of bringing her another wet towel from the bathroom, I run a warm bath. It’ll help with her soreness, and I’ll be able to work on the bedding while she soaks.
When I return, she’s in the same position I left her in. Her legs are spread just enough for me to glimpse at the expanse between them, swollen, pink, and with a stream of my cum dripping down the middle. Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.
As I sit by her side, I notice that while she’s asleep, a small smile lingers on her lips. “Andrea,” I call, gently brushing her damp hair out of her face. “Wake up. I ran you a bath.”
She frowns disapprovingly and waves a dismissive hand. “I can’t walk right now.”
Well, if that’s her only issue…
She doesn’t have time to protest before she’s air-bound, safely tucked in my arms. “Baby, I just want to sleep,” she complains with a whimper.
“And you’ll sleep. But first, you’ll have a bath while I change the bed. You’re a messy girl.”
“Half of it is you,” she mumbles.
I carefully let her down on the marble tiles when we reach the bath. “Is that… jasmine?” she wonders, smelling the air.
“Yes. Now, get in the tub, freckles.”
I lend a firm arm to help her in, and she steps into the water, one foot after the other. I assist her until she’s seated among the bubbles and squat to be at her level.
“All good?” I ask .
“I’m a little thirsty.”
After a return to the room to get her glass, I fill it at the sink and hand it to her. “Anything else?”
“A kiss.”
That’s something I could never refuse her, so I bend down and press my lips on hers. “Now, let the warm water soothe you, and try not to fall asleep.”
I wait for her nod to leave. Thankfully, the maid always keeps a set ready for the bed, with the duvet and pillows in their sheets. It doesn’t take me very long to change everything and throw the cum-covered ones in the hamper. I’ll handle them myself, as Katya doesn’t deserve that chore.
When I return to the bathroom, Andrea’s head is against the edge of the tub, tilted to the side, and she doesn’t seem very awake. “It’s dangerous to fall asleep in a filled bathtub,” I explain as I kneel by her side again.
She frowns without opening her eyes and says, “Maybe if someone hadn’t drained me like this, I wouldn’t have.”
“Fair enough. Do you need shampoo?”
“I want to say no, but yes,” she grumbles.
I stand up and fetch a vanity case I’ve had purchased just for her. Everything in here is catered to her, from her curly hair to her delicate skin, all with the enchanting scent of jasmine. When I open it by her side, she opens her eyes and looks at its contents.
“Is that from a past conquest?” she wonders with a touch of jealousy.
“No, this is for you. See? Curly hair.”
“And jasmine… How did you know?”
“In case you didn’t notice, I pay attention.”
“Oh, I did notice, baby.”
She lifts a soapy hand from the water and pulls me in for a small kiss. Then she brings it to her hair and starts looking for something until she pulls out a pin. She finds a few more, releasing the strands that haven’t already slipped out.
“Okay, I think I got them all,” she eventually says. I tangle my fingers in her messy curls, seeking stranded pins. She almost purrs with delight, even though I’m not trying to make it good for her. “On second thought, there should be more in there,” she purrs.
“Let me help you shampoo,” I suggest instead, finding no more pins.
Aftercare was always a common courtesy, but with her, it’s a need. She’s given me so much tonight, so much of herself and of her love, that I need to give her this in return .
So, for the first time in my life, I shampoo someone else’s hair and run a sponge over a body that isn’t mine—or I suppose not mine in the typical way. And I love it. Every single second of it, every little moan she makes, every time she asks for a kiss, every thankful graze she gives me…
Once I have cleaned every last inch of her that I have soiled with my demanding attention, I leave to fetch a towel. When I return, I help her out and dry her with gentle pats. The bath seems to have helped, and she has a little more energy.
“I need to take a quick shower,” I explain once she’s dry. “You can go wait for me in bed.”
I give her forehead a kiss and turn her toward the door. It’s easy to guess how sore she is with the way she waddles out, and while I should feel bad for demanding that much out of her, I don’t. She had it coming, and knowing her, she wouldn’t change a thing about everything we did.
When I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hips after a good scrub, I don’t find her in the bed as I expected, but standing by the window. She’s slipped on one of my T-shirts and looks particularly petite in it. We’re on the verge of dawn—blue, pink, and orange hues mapping the sky. Her eyes are on this spectacle, but I’ve seen it too often to care, so I look at her as I approach. She welcomes my embrace with a sigh and leans into me as my arms circle her.
“Remember how you promised you’d take me on a date and then fuck me until the sun rises again?” she asks softly.
“Yes, I remember.”
She twists her neck to give me a naughty smile. “The sun hasn’t risen yet.”
I’m torn between laughing and gaping, so I merely stare at her with a raised eyebrow. There’s no way she wants more of me right now. Hell, I don’t even think I could take a sixth round.
“If it were only my choice, I’d take you right here and right now,” I explain. “But you can’t handle more of me, Andrea.”
“I can always handle more of you,” she argues, turning around in my arms. “And there’s a part of me you haven’t fucked at all tonight.”
There are several parts I haven’t fucked, but I understand which one she means. Greedy little…
I lift a hand and press my thumb on her lips. She immediately welcomes it in her mouth and starts twirling her tongue around it. “Are you sure you want this?” I insist.
“Yes. Then we sleep for twenty-four hours straight.”
She looks disappointed when I don’t immediately agree, but that quickly changes when I order, “Get on your knees.”
W hat the fuck am I doing? I should be crawling my way to bed, not kneeling down in front of Lex.
But maybe some part of me wants to prove to myself that I can be enough for him. Even more than enough. So, I carefully kneel down, ignoring my trembling legs. When I look up, Lex’s eyes are already on me with something dangerous, something predatory. He tenderly caresses my cheek, his thumb grazing the freckles he loves.
“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, Andrea?” he rasps. I don’t answer, but I feel his words everywhere. I don’t think anyone has ever found me “fucking beautiful” before him. But it was definitely worth the wait.
With his index under my chin, he makes me tilt my head up and follows my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “Show me that bottomless throat of yours,” he orders.
I open my mouth wide for him, flattening my tongue out to comply.
Something twitches in his jaw as two of his fingers slip into my mouth. A shiver runs through me when they reach far down my throat, ending straight between my legs. When he adds a third finger before thrusting them in and out, pressing on the back of my tongue, I can’t hold back a helpless moan. Fuck, I love dominant Lex so much…
My eyes water with tears when his fingers make me gag, but I never let go of his intense gaze. “So, you do have a gag reflex,” he says with a ghost of a smile. “I just had to go looking for it.”
His fingers slip out of me, drenched with spit, and he grabs my jaw. “Do you want my cock in there, Andrea?” he asks, his voice almost sweet. I nod, pressing my thighs together to muffle my desire for him. “Will you take it all the way?” I nod again. “Of course you will, you insatiable woman.”
He lets go of me, unwraps his towel, and throws it on a chair to the side. I admire his resting dick, nibbling on my lower lip. It’s rare to see it so limp, but I guess I wore him out tonight. “Let’s see if you can make me come a sixth time,” he challenges.
I don’t waste a second, leaning forward to comply and take his soft dick in my mouth. It’s so easy when he’s this size that I wish it would happen more often. I twirl my tongue, hollow my cheeks, press my lips tightly around him… anything to get him hard and ready.
It takes a couple of minutes, but his erection finally reaches its full glory. I look up to meet his intense gaze and take him all the way down once, twice, and he keeps me right there the third time, fucking my throat with short, hurried thrusts. But it only lasts a moment as he releases me with a “Sorry. I’m so sorry, I got carried away.”
What does it say about me if I liked it? Fuck, my clit is actually still pulsing from the imperious gesture. I want Lex to use me like this, to take what he needs and thrust between my lips like the greedy and dominant man he is. I look up at him as I pump his cock with my hand, his smooth skin glistening with my spit.
“Lex, I—Do you want to fuck my throat?” I offer, my eyes just as full of lust as his.
He considers it for a few seconds. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. But I’ll tap on your thigh if you do,” I suggest as a compromise.
Still, he hesitates at the thought of doing me any harm. So I wrap my lips around him again and take him deep, showing him just how much I want this. He must believe me because he gives in with a groan, framing my head with two firm hands. His cock moves a little further in, and he pauses, giving me time to prepare. It only takes a small nod from me to trigger his onslaught. Holding me in place, he shoves his whole cock into me until the trimmed hair at the base reaches my stretched lips. Then he pulls out, barely, and rams inside again.
With grunts and moans, he takes what I so shamelessly offered, using me for his own pleasure. He’s so thick and long that it irritates my throat, drawing tears to my eyes. But I don’t stop him because he deserves this. He fucking deserves everything. Every effort, every tear, every whimper… That’s why I take it like a good girl, with his moans and whimpers filling my ears, as well as the gurgling noises I can’t help but make.
It’s only when my head spins too hard from the lack of oxygen that I gently tap on his thigh. He pulls out completely, a trail of spit linking my lips to his swollen head. I fill my lungs five times and then nod, ready to go again.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, and his dick spears its way to the back of my throat. Each time he swears under his breath, my clit aches for attention. So I put a hand there and flick it under my fingers to find relief. The simple contact makes me moan around him, which makes him grunt in return.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his rhythm intense, almost bruising. “On your knees before me, my cock fucking your gorgeous mouth while you touch yourself.” He pauses his words and slows his thrusts, his cock pulled back enough for me to breathe through my nose. With tender gestures, he wipes away the tears wetting my cheeks down to my chin. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I’ll never, ever want another woman like I want you. I’ll never crave anyone like I crave you, need anything like I need you, desire someone like I desire you. You fucking own me, Andrea.”
His words make me cry out, my fingers between my legs intensifying. I’m so close. So. Fucking. Close.
Holding a fistful of my hair, he pulls out all the way but keeps my mouth close to him. “Spit on it,” he demands.
I obey and spit out the drooly mess in my mouth right on his glistening head. Some drips to the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care, pulling me to my feet with a firm hold. In a fluid motion, he removes the T-shirt from my body and turns me around, making me face the stunning view of the rising sun. I understand what he wants when he pushes between my shoulder blades. Jesus fucking Christ…
My hands reach for the cold glass as I bend over, arching my back. Imperiously dominant, he kicks the inside of my feet, making me spread my legs. The wet tip of him meets my damp folds, and his warm breath caresses the shell of my ear.
“When you’re begging me to stop, remember you did this to yourself, my obstinate dork.”
“Slow,” I whimper when he thrusts into my beaten pussy.
And he complies, gently pushing inside me until his hips meet my ass. Then he begins a languid motion—not fast, but hard and deep, which is maddeningly good. I cry, moan, and beg as he fucks me with the awaking city lying at my feet. There are people down there, and probably in the building across. Can anyone see us? Can they see me getting fucked like this?
I think I want that. I want someone to see how lucky I am, how fantastic my sex life is, and how devoted Lex is to my needs and pleasure. I’m his, and I want the world to see it, to know it.
Behind me, his rhythm picks up, the slapping noise of his hips against my ass delectably raw and primal. His balls bounce off my clit with each harsh punch, and my orgasm gets closer and closer. My whole body is taut, raised on my toes, so he has a better angle and access. Because I can never get enough of him, my hands push back, my panting breath fogging up the glass. Fuck, I can feel how wet I am, sensing it drip between my thighs.
The fact that this man fucking me without any tenderness or mercy is the same one who was lovingly bathing me fifteen minutes ago makes my head spin. The emotional whiplash is mind-blowing.
Lex pulls on my shoulder to lift my heaving chest and steps forward to plaster me onto the glass. My nipples harden at the cold contact, sending conflicted shivers through me, my senses running wild with the overload of sensations .
“Do you think someone is watching?” he grunts into my ear, his hips still brutally colliding with my ass. I answer with a whimpering moan. So, he’s thinking about it, too. About someone maybe witnessing this. One of his hands leaves my hip to glide forward so he can rub my clit with a careful fingertip.
“Would you like it, Andrea, if someone was watching us right now?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Look at how far you’ve gone… Do you think they’d like what they’d see?” He kisses the curve between my throat and my shoulder and then bites hard on the flesh, sending an electric jolt right to my clit.
“Yes! Please, Lex, more…”
“You really are an indecent little slut,” he grunts, compliantly fucking me harder, his fingers on my clit hastening.
“Aaah, fuck!”
“Say it, Andrea. Say you’re my little slut.”
I should probably fight it, but I’m on the brink of tilting into bliss, so I cry out, “I’m your little slut.”
And I really am. I’m a filthy, greedy, and naughty slut for him. Only him.
He comes with what sounds like a surprised groan, hips drilling into me as he erupts inside me for the sixth time tonight. And I follow him, for the seventeenth time, spasming around his pulsing cock as he empties himself.
We’re absolutely not recreating all this for his birthday. This was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of night, and I’m never attempting this again.
We come down together as his delicate lips draw random shapes on my shoulders and neck, surprising me once more with how he can be rough one instant and tender the next. In front of us, the sun is now out, bathing us in its early light. Now that I’m not as much in the throes of passion as before, I glimpse at the building in front of us, anxiously scanning the windows.
“Do you think anyone actually saw us?” I worriedly ask.
Lex pushes my damp hair to the side and lovingly kisses my nape. “It’s one-way glass. No one saw.”
A reassured sigh escapes me as I gaze up at him. He knew it the whole time but let me enjoy the idea. “You’re something else, Coleman,” I giggle.
“Did you really think I’d allow anyone to see my woman like this?”
His woman … Damn, that sounds good.
He backs away to slip out of me and then spins me around to pick me up in his strong arms. I dip my nose in the crook of his neck to breathe him in as he carries me back to the bed .
“You’ve earned your twenty-four hours of rest,” he murmurs as he lays me onto it.
“So did you,” I answer, pulling him closer to me as he joins me under the sheets.
There’s a wet towel from earlier on the nightstand, and he uses it between my legs, gently cleaning me up before taking care of himself. Then, as if spending the entire night plastered onto one another wasn’t enough, he welcomes me in his arms as we settle in for the night. Or rather, the day.
“Iris, close the curtains,” he calls out.
Hidden curtains I’ve never seen before roll out from each side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly plunging us into darkness. Once there isn’t even a single ray of the morning sun filtering through, he tightens his hold on me like I’m his favorite plush toy and whispers.
“Good night, freckles.”
“Good night, baby.”
I wriggle closer to him, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy and content, and I’ve led a pretty good life so far.
This is my man. Lex. My Lex.
I love him so fucking much.