“You sure? Because we never have to.”
“Yeah, Bobby I’m sure.” Her fingers pull at the collar of my dress shirt. Fire surges through me. She’s so damn hot. “I want you. Desperately.”
“Me too.” Wrapping my hands under her ass, I pull her tight against me. That pretty little black dress scrunches up her hips. Her back flush with the wall, I devour her. Kissing her deeper every second. Fast and heady, then long and slow–a pace I’ve ached for. Our tongues grace each other. Mouths opening wider, like neither of us can get enough.
I know I can’t get enough of her.
Everything around us melts away. All I feel is an insane level of connection.
Her breath is sultry on my neck when she pushes back to catch it.
“I wanna know everythin’ you want. Everythin’ you need.” My feet kick out of these dress shoes, rest in a pile in the corner with her heels. “We can go slow or fast or...or both. Whatever you want, alright? Let me take care of you, baby. Please?” I’m begging for validation, for reassurance that the comment about her dress looking better off and the fuck me look on her face were more than just a joke or a coincidence. I promise not to rush this. I promise to make this about you. It’s all about you.
For so long it’s only been sex. Just the hookup, the attempt at feeling something–anything–for another guy or girl. This is going to be so different, I already know.
“Yes.” Lexie’s green eyes hold mine and there is so much emotion, like if I don’t give her everything I am she’ll fall apart.
I’ve wanted you. In so many daydreams, it’s gone like this. She’s been the one that I caress.
“What...what do you want?” I won’t rely on her to tell me because I can feel what she likes. An intuition proving, once again, we’re meant to be together.
“Anythin’ with you.” She winks with a teasing raise of her eyebrow.
“Anythin’.”
“All I want to hear is you screamin’ my name,” she whispers it low against my ear.
A rush goes from my head to my toes. I lift her legs around me so I’m carrying her. Her core is pressed against my middle, warm and inviting. She plasters needy kisses on my lips.
I carry her to my bedroom and kick the door shut, locking it. My tongue dances in her mouth until she and I are inseparable. Clinging tight for more. Her body bounces on my bed. I drop my suit coat and rip out of my button down shirt, left with only the tank top underneath. Even though we sleep together, we’ve always been wearing something. This is the moment where I’ll get to see all of her. She wiggles out of those fishnets to the glorious lace panties beneath. Arching her hips, the panties slide down and I get my first real look.
She is perfect. Pink, swelling.
She quivers.
Yes please, baby.
The look on her face is greedy as she wiggles her skirt up to her stomach. “Come on, dollface. Show me what you can do.”
“Oh, I intend to.” My knees hit the ground, giving me a better view of all that is her beauty. Oh my word. She props a pillow under her back, getting comfy. Good. We’re gonna be here for a long time.
My mouth edges up her thighs. Kissing under her knees. Licking that perfect flesh of her curvy legs. Her body catches, receiving each sensation. I wrap her hips in my hands, gentle but firm. She moans, inching her perfect ass to the edge of the bed.
Lick.
I slip my middle finger inside her wet opening. “Fuck, Lex.” I hum.
“All for you.”
My heart drops to my stomach.
For me?
Could she really be here for me?
I swallow the emotion in my throat, willing to stay in this moment, willing to give her the best night of her life.
Double lick.
My tongue lingers, exciting her. Years of practice finding meaning at last. She’s already so turned on, and we’re just getting started. My finger hugs her ridges as I find that little spot that makes her sing.
“Yes. Oh, yes.” Her hips buckle, pressing her clit harder against my tongue. She’s the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted. I work into a rhythm. Give her everything I hope she’ll love. My finger pulses in time with my tongue, lapping sweet juices as they tingle out of her fluttering folds.
“Yes!” She squeals, her body tight around me. Turning me on so hard I can’t handle it. My cock is throbbing, needing to be inside of her.
“Fuck, yes, Bobby. Oh, fuck, Bobby.” Her hands pull my hair, nails dig into my scalp. I lean back. Her face is pure ecstasy. She untucks my undershirt out of my pants and trails her magic hands on my skin.
I suck her clit until she screams in pleasure. She grips my lats, clinging on for dear life. Her head leans back. She moans with the sound of an angel. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
My heart is ready to jump from my chest as I feel her clench. Holy fuck, orgasm. Already? It’s a good one too…I feel it with her. This hasn’t happened before. Ever. I usually just feel when I come. But man, I can experience hers with her?
With a love unrestrained, I harrow her into the deepest level of climax I possibly can. Fingers moving, tongue gliding, heart racing. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever been a part of.
I need her. Around me. Now.
“I wanna come inside.” My body starves as I tantalize her through her climax.
“Come inside me.”
Jeez, I want her.
Mine. Finally mine.
She trembles in aftershocks, that gorgeous chest of hers heaving like she’s run a hundred laps. Sliding off the bed, she joins me on her knees. “Bobby?”
“Yes?” I search her eyes. Brace myself for whatever she may say. Though I just experienced so much sweetness with her, vulnerability washes over me. Was that good enough?
“Wow….” She kisses me. Hungry. Making out until my lips are raw and burning. “Let me do that for you.”
Her hands unlatch my belt buckle. Slipping off my pants until I’m exposed before her. Her eyes go wide. Like she’s pleased. A smile takes her face.
I’m so excited I could come from looking at her.
She teases. Strokes. Arouses.
Holy hell.
Her touch.
A groan escapes my lips as hers envelop my cock. So warm and wet. There’s something different about her. The want and need I’ve longed for is satisfied. No, it’s more than satisfied–it’s ignited. Like this is only the beginning of what I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel.
I return to the first time I saw her at Shakey’s standing by the jukebox, the smile that warmed her face then. Years ago, I wanted this. I never stopped wanting this. My throat gets tight realizing what is actually happening. To me. Today. This can’t be real. I can’t really be with her…can I?
Her tongue wraps my length, seductive motion that is so new. Like I’m really having sex for the first time. Because all those other times are futile now. They didn’t matter. She matters. This matters.
I’ve always wanted it to be her.
“Lexie, oh, oh, Lexie,” I scream her name while she works me into a thousand layers of passion. So close I’m holding everything back not to come. “Wait,” I tap her shoulder, straining all my control not to fill her. “I want inside of you.”
“I want you inside.” Her voice is breathy, coming off my dick with a bit of drool. I’ve never been this turned on. Fumbling with my bedside table, I pull out a condom. Bite it open. Slip it over me. She lays on my bed, pulling at my shoulders, getting me to lay on top of her.
As I stretch my body above her, everything slows. My eyes find hers, filled with all the longing I’ve ever felt. Soon, I’ll be a part of her. The closest we can be.
“Do you know how much I love you, Lexie?”
“I think so.” There’s an anticipation in her expression that drives me wild. Her body relaxes. Her teeth bite her bottom lip. Her eyebrows raise. A slow nod lets me know she’s ready.
So am I.
I sl
owly slide inside of her. Feel every ridge. Become one with all her contours. She’s so fucking tight.
Fireworks pulsate through me. Time stands still. Breath fills my lungs. I hold it in. I’m overcome. This can’t be real. It must be a dream. As I focus on her face, I see that I’m not capable of dreaming this. I am, in reality, melting into my soulmate.
My throat tightens. This feels like coming home. Her expression tells me our feelings are the same. That we are one.
A single tear runs out of her cheek. I wipe it away with my lips, kissing her skin tenderly. She is breathtaking. I hold her for a second, enjoying the gentle way her breath comes against my neck. This is where I was always meant to be. I knew there was more to the way I felt. I knew I needed her.
“Jeez, Lex, you’re perfect,” I manage to choke out.
“So are you.” Her hips rock under mine. I match her flow, her pace, her fervor. It’s soft. Comforting. Exciting. A million feelings at once.
“This is unlike anythin’ I’ve ever felt.” She breathes life to all that I feel.
I brush her cheek with mine. “I love you.” Listening to the language of her body, I move. “I loved you a long time ago.” My whisper makes her breath catch. “I loved you a few weeks ago.” My tongue tangles on her ear lobe. “I loved you then.” I sink deeper into her body.
She welcomes me. A look of pleasure blooms on her face. Rosy cheeks. Wanting eyes.
“I will always love you.”
“Oh, Bobby.” She moans. “I love you.” She grips me tighter. Moves us faster. I work with her. Together. Every part of us is together.
“I love the way you feel,” I put my lips around her ear. Seal my words with a kiss. “Around me.” I bring my forehead close. My lips melt into hers. “Please stay mine.”
“Please stay mine.” She repeats. We bounce. We thrust. We go for a long time until she’s clenching around me. Ready. Waiting.
“Lexie, oh Lexie, oh, Lexie,” I scream her name. “My Lexie,” my groin goes tight until I’m numb all over. I’m filled with so much pleasure I can’t think of anything else. Vision goes black, edging towards my sweet release.
I fill her with all the love I have in my soul.
Perfect.
Mine.
Ours.
I don’t know how, but it’s better than all my dreams.
22
LEXIE
Bobby is, hands down, the sexiest man I’ve ever known.
I orgasmed three times. Three. I’ve never gone that many times in one round. Didn’t even know it was possible, didn’t know it could feel like this. Already, I want to stay here–forever.
“Wow.” My heart races as he lays on his back beside me, gasping for breath.
“Wow.” His head turns toward mine and there’s a new smile–like he’s really, truly happy. We lay, catching our breaths, enchanted by the afterglow–relaxed, at peace, more than satisfied. I snuggle into his chest, listening to his heartbeat, the heart I’ve come to love so perfectly in just a short time.
Pulling my hair out of my face, he caresses me. “How was it for you?” His thumb runs against my cheek, and my heart warms that he would think to ask me how my time was.
“Was it okay? Was it...good?”
I push up, pressing a kiss on his lips. “The best time I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” His voice is unsure, lacking all the confidence I thought would be there. My God, is he really insecure about this? He’s practically a sex god so I assumed he’d be cocky.
“Are you kiddin’? That was incredible. For you, too?”
“Oh, yes.” Watching his eyes, I know he means it. That even though he’s mentioned that he’s been with several partners, something about me is special to him.
“Shower?” He stands, offering me a hand as we go clean up in his bathroom. I’m covered in sweat, waiting for the water to warm. A new bottle of shampoo is on the shelf, my favorite kind.
After I’m in the shower, he steps into the hallway for a moment. He comes back with his water bottle. “Thought you may be thirsty.” The way he shrugs makes me clench under the water. I could take him again, here and now–I might have to.
I take a sip, ice cold water rushing down my fiery throat.
“Get in here.”
He crowds in this tiny shower beside me, and I’m delighted to be this close again, covering his skin with kisses.
“You got my favorite shampoo.”
“Yeah, I was hopin’ you’d like that.” His hands meet my scalp, massaging it in the water. He takes a glob of shampoo and works it into my hair, his body pressed against me. No one has ever washed my hair like this. No one has ever cared about me like this. No one has made me feel like this.
I’m breathless, losing all ability to think straight. My body responds to his every touch, the shampoo rinsing down the drain. How on earth did I live with him for a month before having all this?
His hard cock glides against my belly, inviting me to take another drink–and I want to….
I work my hands along his shaft, and it feels so long, so smooth, so thick.
He lets out a groan. “How are you so amazin’?” His lips take mine, and though they are swollen from all our kissing, I don’t care. I pump him harder, faster, his cock growing in my hand.
“Press me up against this shower wall,” I beg until he lifts my body with ease. He’s so fucking strong, holding me comfortably while I move my hand to position him inside of me.
“I can get a condom.” He sounds worried, pulling away.
“It’s okay with me.” I give him a reassuring smile.
“You sure?” He wrinkles his nose.
“I’ve taken birth control since high school. Is it okay with you?”
“Oh.” Surprise glimmers on his face. “Yeah, it’s more than okay with me.”
“You’re clean, right?” I want to double check.
“Yeah...yeah, I’ve been careful. Always use protection. Get tested. All that.” There’s his to-die-for shrug, again. “So, if you’re okay with it, I’d love to with you.”
“I’m clean.” I tilt my head away from the water. “If you’re okay with trustin’ me?”
“Is that a question? I’m not even a little worried. You say what you mean,” he slips inside of me. A smile comes on my face as he rocks my body. Heaven above, this is the most amazing angle. He taps so deep I tighten with each motion.
“Harder.” As much as all that bedroom stuff was sweet and sexy, I want more now. I want to play. He catches my message without me saying a word.
“Harder?” His cock goes so deep while he slaps my ass. The bite is exquisite. Oh, God…I didn’t know he’d play dirty. Fuck, that’s so hot. If I thought I was turned on before, that level has quadrupled. I sincerely hope that the little spank was just the beginning of hours of playful sex.
“Do that again.”
“I love when ya tell me what to do.” He bounces me with one arm, thrusting up and down. How strong is he? He’s moving me like I weigh nothing. When I least expect it, he spanks me, hard. Again and again. I’m dying of pleasure. My vision is white as I reach another climax.
“More?” His alluring voice edges me farther into ecstasy.
“Oh, God, don’t stop.”
“I won’t baby, I won’t.” He thrusts harder, faster. I’ve never pulsed this hard in all my life. Never felt this surge through every part of my body. If this is what it’s like our second time, what will it be like after a lifetime? I need him. I crave him. Everything he gives could never be too much.
We explode in wonder. Skin to skin resuscitation, healing from all we’ve been through, giving life when we once felt dead. Just me and him. The bond I’m forming, both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
He lets me down slowly, carefully, taking so much care of me. I don’t know if I’ve ever really been cared for. Not like this.
Maybe it's a good thing that I’m not with Cody...
My mind darkens, body hea
ving from the mental assault. The euphoria is gone, suffocated with a feeling of shame. The good I felt transforms into just as deep a level of misery. I force a smile on my face as fast as I can, trying to remove the guilt in my eyes before I ruin everything.
“What, baby?” Bobby looks at me.
Oh fuck, he already noticed.
“Nothin’.” I shake my head. “It’s nothin’.”
“Did I hurt you?” His hand goes softly to my butt cheeks, horror in his eyes that he may have done something wrong.
“No,” I shake my head harder, words spilling out of me. “No, Bobby, it’s not you.”
I expect him to withdraw. After hearing something like that, the moment of afterglow lost, I don’t know how he wouldn’t. But instead, he wraps me in the sweetest embrace. “You can tell me anythin’ you need to.” His words surprise me. “I’m right here.”
I blink away the emotions, burrowing my face into his shoulders. “I was happy that it’s you and not Cody.” A sob knocks from me, and he holds me tighter. So close. I feel his pounding heartbeat against mine. “I’m not supposed to think that. It’s not right.”
“I know, baby, I know.” He runs his hands down my back.
“He would hate me for thinkin’ this.”
“He doesn’t hate you.” Bobby pulls my chin to look at him. “He will never hate you.” He says it like he knows, and somehow, I accept the words. I want him to be right. But God, I feel wrong for everything. I thought I was ready for this. But now it feels like I’m never going to be ready for anything.
Grief dissolves the beautiful momentum we’ve cherished tonight. I try to move on. I do the best that I can, and suddenly it all shatters. I lose the person I want to be and get trapped in the monster I despise, the one who can’t make any sense of what happened and can’t find a way to move on. I’m afraid this is the person I’ll always be, that I’ll never outlive my grief. I’ll never process it, never move on–not even if I were to have a future with Bobby.
“We can figure this out, I promise.” Bobby kisses me slowly, deeply, with that passion that drowns away all my pain. “We are here for each other through this.” He brings my head to his chest, the warm water as soothing as his presence. “You can tell me anythin’, everythin’. How much you miss him. How much your brain plays tricks on you.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb, taking away my tears. “I get it. I promise, I get it. I know how hard it is.” There’s a depth to his words that makes me believe. He knows and understands, like no one else ever could.
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