Chapter 17
Iknew it. I knew sex would pave the way to our reconciliation. What’s better than steamy, mind-blowing slex to release three months of pent-up anxiety and frustration? Now, for sure, we’ll be able to have a talk without shouting at each other.
But not until we’ve done it again. Maybe a couple of times. I need a lot, lot more than what we did.
“I can’t believe what you do to me, woman,” he mutters under me. “I feel like life has been drained out of me from my cock, but I’m ready to go again.”
The lovely imagery has me giggling, and I give him an impish look. “I know. It’s been seeping out of me. It’s dripping down my thighs.”
Sending a hand between my legs, I lift myself up to collect the fluids there, sliding my fingers up my slit.
When I show him our sticky cum mixed together, his pupils dilate dangerously.
I bring my index to my mouth and lick it clean.
Oh, how I’ve missed the salty tang of him …
His eyes become almost black, and his dick twitches under me, which I take as an encouragement to offer him my middle finger.
He welcomes it with hunger, his hot tongue scraping off every last drop of us.
“Maybe I’ll be the one wearing you out for once,” I assert, like a declaration of war.
Before he can respond, I slide down his body and take his dick into my mouth, feasting on our combined tastes again. He lets out some faint protest, but I ignore it. He made me squirt. He can take this.
As I reacquaint myself with the practice, I’m reminded of just how much I love sucking him off.
If it weren’t for the soreness of my throat and jaw afterward, I would probably do it for hours.
Pleasuring him brings me as much, if not more, satisfaction than being pleasured by him.
And I know he feels the same way. We’re selfless in our love for one another, and everything is shared, pleasure included.
I display great enthusiasm in my task, following the veins under the smooth skin with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks to suck harder and make him moan, welcoming the entirety of him in my mouth, farther down my throat.
One of his hands is in my hair, and I pay attention to it as much as the sounds he makes.
Making him come this way is tempting. An eye for an eye and all that. But we aren’t equal in this multiple orgasms thing, so I fight the urge and pop his glistening cock out of my mouth.
With what I hope is sensuality, I crawl back on top of him, like a fierce and proud lioness. I straddle him, settling my slit over his hard length, and he sends his hands to each side of my hips, pressing me closer.
God, he’s so handsome … His muscular body is a masterpiece, from head to toe. And that beard … It felt amazing while he was eating me out. I almost want to ride it as much as I want his cock in me again. Fuck, I wish I could copy and paste myself so I can enjoy more of him at once.
I’m lost in my options, trying to decide what I want to do when my phone rings somewhere around us.
I dismiss it, too impatient to go further with Lex.
By the time it goes to voicemail, I’ve decided what I want.
So, I lift myself up, align Lex’s dick under me, and impale myself on it, slowly enough to feel every bulging vein and the crease of his swollen tip against my sensitive walls.
I’ll ride his face later, after we’ve had a shower and I’m not so sticky.
We both moan when my damp curls meet the trimmed hair at his base. Fuck, there isn’t a better feeling than this, is there? Being so full of him, so stretched, so completely filled.
Just as I’m rising, my phone rings again. Who the fuck is that? They have the worst possible timing.
Then it hits me.
Fuck! Mason!
“I’m so sorry,” I say with a grimace. “I have to take this.”
I move toward the sound, letting Lex’s dick slip out of me, and shuffle through the mess of my things to find my phone.
Jesus, I’ll have so much laundry to do after this.
Under a pair of jeans, I find it and see it’s indeed Mace.
As I pick up the call, Lex’s strong and imposing body comes over mine.
“Hey, Mace,” I greet my friend, very aware that my voice is still sultry and rugged from the orgasms. Behind me, Lex pulls down the zipper of my dress, all the way to my lower back.
“Hey, Dee. I just arrived. Where you at?”
“I’m sorry, something came up,” I explain, struggling to conceal the shiver that runs through me as Lex licks a line up my spine.
“What?! Girl, I know you didn’t make me get out of bed so early on a Saturday for nothing,” Mace protests.
Lex is now maneuvering my arm to pass it out of the dress sleeve, and when he moves to the other side, I take my phone into my other hand.
“I’m really sorry. I swear I’ll make it up to you.”
My dress is entirely bunched at my waist now, and since my breasts are finally free, Lex uses this opportunity to fondle them intently.
“I’m the only person here alone! I look like I ain’t got no friends!”
“Mace, I promise I’ll—Hmph …” Lex pinching both nipples is apparently the limit of my stealth, and a helpless moan escapes me before I can hold it back.
Fuck!
There’s a long pause on Mason’s side as I try to contain the rest of the pleasure-induced sounds that want to come out of me. Shit, Lex seriously enjoys torturing me a little too much.
Seems like Mason has processed what he heard, because he asks, “Sis, are you in the middle of sex right now?” I don’t answer, stopped by a shaky breath as Lex bites into the curve of my shoulder. “Oh. My. God. You did it, Dee! What worked? Was it the lingerie, or the—”
“Mace, I have to go,” I abruptly say, lifting myself to help Lex slip my dress down entirely.
“You’ll share details with me, right? I wanna know everything, down to the last—”
Lex, who apparently has had enough, rips the phone out of my hand. Without even bothering to put it against his ear, he says, “Goodbye, Mason,” into it before cutting the call and throwing the phone somewhere on the bed.
“There. All mine again,” he appreciatively mumbles.
“I’m always all yours.”
He kisses my back, like a pilgrimage where he religiously follows the beauty marks scattered there.
It ends on the birthmark on my cheek, after which he returns up to kiss my neck.
I don’t even try to hide just how much I’m grinning, because I’m sure he knows how elated I am that we’re finally back together, to this.
“Should make-up sex be in your favorite position?” he whispers in my ear.
“How can you know what’s my favorite?” I ask with amusement. “I don’t even know it myself.”
“Really? You always come the fastest and the hardest when I take you like that.” It shouldn’t surprise me that he pays attention enough to have noticed, but it still leaves me amazed.
“Then maybe we should go for that one,” I agree, impatient to have him in me. When I try to roll around, he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.
“No, stay like this,” he commands before straddling me.
Oh, so that’s my favorite position …
My face turns red with bewilderment and arousal. Shit, he’s right. I love it when he rams into me from behind, reaching deeper, with harder and faster thrusts than in any other position.
“Alright, pay attention, woman,” he demands. “These are the positions you prefer, if you’ll allow me to demonstrate.”
“Yes, please … Demonstrate.”
When he kisses my shoulder, there’s a grin on his lips, and I wonder if it’s my eagerness or my enthusiasm that amuses him the most. He grabs a pillow and lifts my hips, just high enough so he can slip it between me and the mattress.
The accessory isn’t exactly enough to give him optimal access, so I arch my back and prop my ass up, exposing my drenched folds to his sight. Apparently, the temptation is too great, so he grabs both cheeks in his hands, fondling them like they’re his favorite toys.
“We’ll work on re-plumping this, but fuck … Still the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he lets out, almost reverentially.
He really is an ass man, and more specifically, a my ass man.
I’m still high on his compliment when he spreads my cheeks apart.
The bold gesture somehow embarrasses me despite everything we’ve shared.
I press my flushed face into the sheets, aware he’s staring down at both holes—the one he’s fucked many, many times, and the one he has yet to try out.
Now that he’s here again, we’ll get back to where we left off, and anal will be on the table again soon.
The thought has me clenching around emptiness, and his approving “Hmm,” tells me he definitely noticed.
When he lets go, the tension in my shoulders fades away, and I look forward again. Then comes the blunt touch of his dick on my slit, and before I can even push back into him, he breaches in with a measured thrust that rips a moan out of me. Fuck, will I ever get used to this much perfection?
Once he’s fully sheathed in me, he remains there for a few seconds, his weight on me preventing any attempt at initiating momentum. All it takes is an impatient groan from me, and he retreats until only his tip is left inside. Unexpectedly, he punches back into me, knocking the air out of my lungs.
“Aah, fuck …” I whimper.
He does it again, and again, slowly dragging out, then rushing back in so fast his hips slap into my ass.
With each snappy thrust, he’s a little faster, until the rhythm has me intoxicated with pleasure, my moans never-ending.
That’s when he switches tactics. Adjusting his position, he takes me from a slightly different angle.
While he isn’t as harsh as before, it is just as pleasurable, if not more.
“Can you feel the difference, Andrea?” he groans.
“Yes!”