Page 76 of Losing a Piece of Me

I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me, and she wraps her long legs around my waist. I don’t waste any time taking her to the bedroom.

My cock twitches, longing to be inside her with nothing between us.

We fall into bed and her hands immediately start pulling at my clothes. My shirt tears down the front as her nails skim my chest, leaving red marks down my exposed skin.

Everything she does drives me crazy - ripping my clothes, pulling me closer, and scratching my skin only makes me want her more. I let a deep groan fall from my lips as I work my jeans down my thighs. I rub myself against her and stop just short of sliding inside.

I want inside her, but not yet. Not before I can tease her the way she’s teased me for years. I want her dripping wet and damn-near panting for me to enter her.

As I slide myself between her folds, her legs pull me closer. I let just the tip slide inside before pulling her nipple into my mouth. I suck and flick my tongue against it while she wiggles beneath me, wanting more than I’m giving her.

When I release her nipple, I thrust in the rest of the way and feel her tense around me. She’s so fucking tight and hot around me. I know I have to pace myself. It would only take a matter of minutes for me to drill her and finish, but I want to feel her for as long as fucking possible.

This time isn’t like the rest. This time, it’s just us. Nothing between us, nothing holding us back.

Her nails dig into my back while I push her closer and closer to her release. Soft whimpers fall from her parted lips, and her knees begin to tremble.

I place my thumb against her nub and rub while quickening my movements until within minutes, we’re both falling over the edge together.

I pause to let myself come down from my high, but before I can recover, she’s rolling us over. All I have to do is look at her on top of me and I’m rock hard and ready for round two.

I lose myself in watching her move slowly and deliberately, hitting the exact right spot that will leave us both panting again. She rolls her hips forward, pauses, and rolls her hips back. She does this over and over while I watch her perfect body move above mine. I watch her lips part with her heavy breathing, her eyes flutter closed, and her head tip back.

I grab her hips and squeeze. “Look at me, Lex.” My voice almost sounds foreign to me. It’s deep and demanding.

When the last word leaves my lips, her eyes open and lock with mine as she continues her movements.

I can feel my climax rising, threatening to shatter me. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, Striker.” With one last roll of her hips, we both find our release and ride out every last wave together.

* * *

We cuddle up close together, touching and caressing. When the sun starts to set, we finally pull ourselves from bed to get ready to make the drive back to the city.

Hundreds of words are silently exchanged between us during the truck ride, communicating with our eyes and touch.

Leaving that mess behind us, it’s as if words are no longer needed with us. We finally know one another completely, inside and out. Nothing is left for us to worry about or avoid. We can be together without hiding - without worrying that someone will come along and shatter what we have.

This is the new beginning of Lex and me and I can’t wait to see where we end up.

* * *

It’s late when we get to her apartment. We’re both exhausted from the weekend and the long drive, and we fall into bed. Neither of us move until the alarm clock goes off the next morning.

We stop and grab a box of donuts and some coffee before we head to the store. I only have a few days left of work before the new wall will be done.

As I’m working, I overhear Lex filling Hannah in on our weekend. Suddenly it dawns on me that we haven’t seen or heard from Jeff since the incident at the wedding.

I know it’s only a matter of time before he comes crawling back with his tail between his legs.

I manage to finish painting the wall and work more on the tile before the day ends. Lex, Hannah, and I are packing up to grab some dinner when the door buzzes.

Standing sheepishly at the door is Jeff.

Lex and I both stare at him; Hannah looks between the two of us.

“Did you leave a part of the story out, Alex?” Hannah asks.

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