Chapter 43 ALEX #4
He keeps one arm locked around my waist as he stumbles towards the front door, his hand frantically, blindly reaching for the door handle.
Somehow, he finds his way into the house and into the living room, never breaking our kiss.
We topple down onto the couch, laughing a little before his lips find their way to my throat, and I whimper, dragging him closer.
He pulls away instead, yanking his sweater off, and I’m pulling mine off in the next moment.
He leans down to kiss my chest, but I push him off and start undoing his jeans.
He makes a rough, frustrated sound and grabs my wrists with shaking hands, stopping me. I look up at him, confused, finding his face lined with tension and hope and desperation.
“Is this real?” he begs. “I’m supposed to fucking ask you, and this seems too good to be true, so please tell me I’m not delusional.” I can’t help but laugh a little, shaking his hands off and undoing his belt.
“Baby, I promise this is real,” I say, looking up at him as I pull his belt off.
His eyes go wide, and he makes a low groan and starts unbuttoning my jeans frantically, trying to yank them off.
He starts swearing when they don’t slide off immediately, and I laugh and lift my hips, and he rips them and my thong off in one smooth motion.
I reach for him once I’m bare, but he’s already out of his clothes and on top of me again, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming over my touch-starved skin, his muscles tense beneath my fingers.
He’s hard between my thighs, and I can already feel how wet I am for him when his head nudges against my slick entrance.
I whimper, and he looks at me with wanton need, his body vibrating with tension.
“I need you,” I beg quietly, and he nods, his pupils blown wide.
We both moan as he pushes inside of me slowly, gripping each other tightly.
My head kicks back and my nails dig into his back as I stretch around him, feeling the familiar pressure and friction and fullness that I’ve missed so much.
It’s been almost two months without him, and I can barely handle him anymore.
He takes his time working his way inside of me, kissing my throat and jaw and cheek as he goes, my breath coming in soft pants with every inch that he gives me.
He pushes in the final bit, moaning loudly in my ear before he stills, his eyes shut tight for a long moment before he looks down at me, his expression vulnerable and tender as he moves in me slowly.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, and I shake my head as I tilt my hips up to take him deeper.
“It’s okay.” He exhales hard, nodding faintly and pulling himself back out again, slow enough for me to feel every delicious inch of friction before he rolls his hips, filling me again.
“I’m going to make you happy,” he says into my neck, and my eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping me as he presses a soft, open-mouth kiss right below my ear. I arch into him, running my hands over his back, clinging tightly to him.
“You already do.” He sighs and kisses me deeply, and I whimper and drag my nails along his back as he starts to thrust faster.
We move in tandem, finally back together where we belong, where everything makes sense.
I pull him tight, my legs wrapping around his hips and my arms around his shoulders as he lifts me into him, and I whine softly as he fills me with long, deep strokes.
Every nerve crackles with electricity and I can feel heat slipping down my spine and building in my core.
My leg tenses and twitches against his waist, and he grins, picking up his pace.
“Already? That’s my girl.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and his breathing picks up, his expression turning reverential. I know that look, know what’s coming, and my heart skips a beat in anticipation as he opens his mouth.
“I love you so fucking much, Alex,” he says, his voice thick with emotion, and my entire body hums as something electric passes through me.
Tears heat the corner of my eyes, and I open my mouth to tell him, but an unfamiliar emotion courses through my body and overwhelms me, choking me, and nothing comes out.
I gasp, trying hard to say something, anything, feeling desperate as I look up at him, dying to tell him how I feel.
“Teddy,” I force out, but nothing but breath comes out after that.
Why can’t I say it? I know I love him. I knew the second we got into the conversation today that I would finally tell him, but there’s so much emotion in my throat that I can’t speak.
I take his face in my hands, nodding quickly, trying to make him understand.
He looks surprised, his breathing picking up, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips, his face hopeful and unsure.
I nod harder, my breathing getting quicker.
His bright hazel eyes flare wide, soft and hopeful when they meet mine, and a dam inside me breaks.
My body floods with warmth as I come around him, too overwhelmed by everything to do anything other than cling to him and bury my face in his neck as my body shakes.
I fall apart in his arms, my vision blacking out around the edges as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt courses through me.
I keep my hands fisted in his hair, and I hear him whisper I love you again and again before he comes with me, his body tensing and his hips jerking, driving him deeper into me before we both go slack.
We stay there, panting hard and clinging to each other. I can feel his heart pounding through my chest, matching mine beat for beat. When we lock eyes, he looks as overwhelmed and scared as I feel.
Theo kisses me softly before he pulls out of me, holding me so closely he’s almost on top of me, his hand roaming up and down my body, his touch reverent and possessive. I tuck my face into his neck, my eyes tearing up as something I didn’t remember I’d lost slips back into place.
It takes me a minute to realize what I’m feeling, and when I do, I close my eyes and laugh a little, a few tears running down the side of my face.
“Honey, are you okay?” Theo’s quiet voice borders on panicked, and I grin up at him broadly, grazing my fingers over his cheek. He relaxes instantly, and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he beams down at me.
“I’m happy, Theo,” I whisper, crying harder. “I’m so fucking happy.”
“Me, too,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me.
He wraps me in his arms and holds me as I cry, making soft shushing sounds.
I cling to him, humming softly as I stroke his face, running my fingers through his hair and down his neck, dragging my fingers slowly down his arm until I can twine our fingers together.
We get to have this now. I wanted the option to choose him, and he gave it to me.
He’s mine now, and I’m his.
Everything is perfect.