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When I bring my fingers down to her pussy, she is already soaked. I should’ve known. My girl gets riled up quickly for me.

I grab my dick and line it up at her entrance. Soaking it with her arousal, then giving her clit a couple of circles and taps with it. Then, I sink it into her just about an inch.

I cage her in between my arms, lying on my elbows so I can be right there with her, and then I sink all the way.

I don’t know what it is about this time, but it feels different.

We look into each other’s eyes as I make slow but steady movements in and out of her pussy. Her hands grip my arms as I continue.

“You’re not saying anything dirty. You normally like to talk while you fuck,” she whispers.

“I don’t think we’re fucking right now," I whisper.

She understands what I’m saying. I’m not fucking her, not by a long shot. I’m making love to her right now.

I didn’t know you could express yourself this way, but I feel like with each glide inside of her, I’m telling her how I feel.

Her hands grip my arms harder as I move my eyes from hers down to her jaw, which is now falling slack. Her pussy is starting to grip me a bit harder.

Knowing she’s about to come, watching her facial reactions, it’s my own undoing. We crash at the exact same time, gazing into one another's eyes.

I don’t know how long we lay like this together. I don't want to break the moment.

Eventually, I pull out and climb off her to get cleaned up.

She pulls one of my T-shirts out of my drawer to sleep in while I just throw on a pair of my boxers.

Her head rests on my chest as we lay in the dark in complete silence. I think about what just happened. I didn’t know it could be like that, but with Lexi, everything is different.

For the first time in my life, I feel like everything is heading in the right direction. I don’t think anything can ruin this for me, for us.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lexi

"So,you,like,methis family and everything?" Grace asks.

Chaos erupts in the background as her kids' laughs and screams echo through the phone. She just ignores it like nothing is happening.

I’m always impressed when moms can ignore the noise and carry on with any conversation.

“I did.”

It’s been almost a week since I went to his parent’s house and since I had the most intimate sex of my life. The way he refused to look away from me, it was like his eyes were trying to speak for him. I was so worried I would spill the wordsI love youto him. No one wants those first words to come out in the middle of sex, but what was happening between the two of us in that moment was so much more than just sex.

“Well…” she draws out. “How did it go?”

“It went really well. Obviously, I know his siblings already, but hanging out with them in such a personal environment was different. It was cool to see the softer side of them. And his parents are amazing. Very supportive and loving.”

“Did it feel rushed to meet everybody already?”

"Not at all.” I think about it more before continuing. “Honestly, it felt really natural. Him and I…we are just so in sync.”

I’m sure it seems sudden to many people. But love doesn’t have a timeline. There are no measures or rules to define it. I think I always knew when I found the one, it would happen quickly. Maybe it’s why I knew so early on in past relationships that it wasn’t worth pursuing any further.

Could this be it? It certainly feels like it.

“I’m surprised you two aren’t together on a Saturday night.”

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