Page 90 of The Long Game

“I love you.” It’s a soft yet pained sound. I’m not sure how to take it so I ask again.

“Say it again baby… I need to hear you tell me again.” I reach down and slide my hand under the waist band of her panties, my other hand holding me up above her. I need to feel how wet she is before I explode. Or maybe confirming it will make me explode.

“Tucker…” she gasps, and my index finger finds the slick, wet folds between her legs.

“Tucker, what?”

“Tucker…I..” She moans again and her eyes open to look at me when she finally says the words I’ve needed to hear for thirteen years.

“I love you.”

This time, the way she says it sounds like an angel whispering from heaven.

My mouth finds hers, and I want to consume those words. I want to inhale them and absorb them into my body. My fingers keep working her until she’s panting, and I know she’s about to burst. Her teeth bite down on my lower lip as she comes against my hand, drawing blood from my lip when she does.

I love that she loses herself when she’s with me.

I pull her into me and kiss her head as her body is still shaking from the orgasm I gave her.

“Let me have you, Lexi.” She nods against my chest.

Lexi

The romantic fireplace and the bed he made for us. Cooking me dinner and being held safe while the storm of the century brews outside as all the electricity in the neighborhood, and possibly city, is knocked out for who knows how long.

All the things we both confessed today. The way I feel wrapped in his arms. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.

I run my thumb over the bite I left on his lip.

“I’m sorry. Does that hurt?”

“Don’t apologize. Use me however you need, Lex. Bite down as hard as you want. I love the way you get off.”

He lifts my shirt off of my body, firmly but also gentle. He stares at the black sheer lace bra I wore today.

“Goddamn, Lex…please tell me those are for me?”

I giggle at how he makes me feel like a gift he just unwrapped. I glide my hands down his chest, feeling all the ripples of his perfectly sculpted body. This man is so hard; he doesn’t look real, but his skin is warm to my touch.

“Why don’t you find out.” I arch my back to reach my breasts towards him, egging him on – begging for him to touch me.

He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, gently pulling the tiny black straps over my shoulders and pulling the bra off my body. He does it so slowly and seductively that I’m almost brought to my knees begging him to put me in his mouth because I can’t stand to wait another second.

“Tucker, taste me.”

He laughs darkly. I’ve never been more turned on. “You’ve tried to run from me, Lexi, but now I have you. I think I might enjoy watching you squirm a little. Like you’ve made me all these years.”

He bends down and blows cool air on my left nipple. The sensation has goosebumps cascading all over my body and I fidget under him as he has me pinned.

“Mmm,” I moan.

He swipes his tongue slowly but feather light over my other nipples. He’s trying to make me lose my mind and beg for him to take me. And if this keeps going, I’ll succumb to his demands in whatever way he tells me to.

“Tucker, more,” I beg again. “Please…”

“Fuck, baby… the way you beg.” His jaw clenches and I know he’s on a hair pin trigger, too.

He pushes off me and stands up. I whine in protest, which earns me a sexy smile as Tucker walks over to his pants. He pulls out his wallet and looks through it for a second. He is thinking through something.

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