Page 51 of Never Enough

Alex’s eyes flick down to my lips and back up again. A shiver runs through me in anticipation, but he remains silent. He seems lost in thought, but conflict marks across his face. Placing my hand over his, I intertwine our hands together.

“I d-don’t…” He begins before trailing off. His gaze drifts away from mine, and for a moment, I think he won’t continue. But then his gaze snaps back to mine, and a determination sets in his eyes. “I d-don’t know how to c-cope. Everything is just t-too much.”

His admission hangs between us like a thick fog, making it hard for me to breathe. The look on his face pains me more than anything else could. Fear, uncertainty, insecurity—I see it all reflected.

Sliding my fingers up to cradle his cheek, I provide what comfort I can. “You don’t have to.” I brush my thumb against the stubble. “You’re not alone in this.”

Swallowing hard, he nods against my hand before turning his head to press a kiss against my palm. It’s a simple gesture, but one that carries a lot of significance.

“I love you.” It’s so quiet that I almost miss it. His confession is as much a plea as it is an admission. It heals my tempered soul.

“Alex,” I breathe, tears welling up in my eyes. “I love you too.” If my love is what he needs to keep fighting, then I’ll give it freely and without condition.

“You m-make everything b-better. B-before you returned, it’s like I was l-living underground. My lungs b-burned.”

But you’re still depressed, I want to tell him, but I don’t. I suspect Alex has always struggled with depression. Changing himself may have helped for a time, but in the end, the depression will always find him, whether or not he’s popular. Brain chemistry doesn’t care.

Pulling me closer, he wraps his arms around me and presses me against his bare chest. The steady rhythm of his heart beating under my ear soothes me, and for a moment, we lose ourselves in our own little world.

We need one another. Fucking desperately.

Having been in bed all day, his strongly unique scent overwhelms me to where I want to rub myself all over him.

Slowly, I move against him, humping against his hardening cock. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finding their place. It’s slow and teasing at first but soon gives way to raw passion and desire. I feel myself growing wet, soaking my underwear.

He groans into the curve of my neck, his hands slipping down to grip my hips as I grind into him. Each movement causes a wave of pleasure to radiate through me. The feeling of him is intoxicating; the heat of his skin against mine is a balm against all the hurt and pain.

“D-Daphne,” he gasps, his voice ragged. And again, “Daphne,” as if the mere act of saying my name is a prayer against all illnesses. “B-baby, ride me,” he pleads. I move away, pushing my pants and panties off my legs while he tugs his own sweatpants off. His cock proudly springs out. Ah, fuck. He’s not wearing underwear.

“I n-need to see your t-tits,” he says.

Obeying him, I sultry lift the edge of my shirt slowly up, revealing my lacy bra. Gone are the days of granny bras. Now, I’m wearing see-through and frilly shit. I don’t have to look down to know that my sensitive pink nipples are small little balls and begging to be let out.

I swing my leg over his hips, leaving my bra on for a second. Not to tease him but to take this slowly. I’m going to make love to Alex, not fuck him. What he needs is a physical reminder of my feelings.

Using my core muscles, I hover and then slide his fat cock into my dripping-wet pussy. My ass slaps against his ball sack when I plunge all the way down. We groan in unison.

Despite the passion building between us, I take my time, wanting to savor each moment. His name slips from my lips like a mantra as we move together in perfect rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of our labored breaths.

“Daphne,” he murmurs, stuttering gone now that he’s more relaxed.

Desperate to alleviate the pain reflected in his eyes, I lean down to kiss him passionately. His hands find purchase on my back as I continue to sloppily grind all over his cock. The heat between us grows, building into an inferno impossible to ignore. It’s just Alex and me, our bodies lost in each other, our hearts beating in unison.

Our soft lips press together as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, dominating him. He’s docile, rubbing his tongue against mine but giving it back to me, full of need. Subtle hints of mint exchange between us, proving how delicious we are together. Always have been.

His hands move from my back to my ass, gripping and holding on me. Once we stop kissing, I sit straight up to bounce on his dripping cock. I feel him all the way in my stomach.

His touch is grounding, his need for me clear in the way his hips lunge up and down to help me ride him. I lose myself in him, entirely consumed by desire.

Alex clings to me as if I’m his savior. And maybe I am. If my love can comfort him through this darkness, then it’s worth every tear, every fear.

“Gonna come in you, baby,” he gasps. “Fill up every inch of you.”

“Please do.” His words spur me on, releasing my orgasm. I shatter for him, because of him. Desperately, I want his cum, almost as much as I crave his attention and love. I’ll beg him for it.

The moment I saw him all those years ago, I felt his soul radiate into mine. Soulmates, if you believe in the concept.

I don’t care that he was Celeste’s because he’s mine now.

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