Page 133 of Awaiting

“You said it yourself: you’re basically finished. Bex, I love you. And I’ve never seen you this happy with someone. Go. Spend time with her. Enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” Bexley replied, pulling her friend in for a hug.

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“Do you know what sucks? I can’t ever really surprise you because you’re a freaking Princess, and security has to tell you when–”

Bexley’s words were cut off when Alex pulled her in for a kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Alex mumbled against Bexley’s lips.

“Let me get inside, then,” Bexley said.

“Yes, please,” Alex joked as she moved backward into the house, pulling Bexley along with her.

Bexley laughed at the unintentional innuendo as she pressed Alex against her counter.

“My bags are still outside,” she said.

“They’ll be all right,” Alex replied, kissing Bexley’s neck.

“I didn’t just come here to do–” she stopped when Alex’s hand slipped beneath her jeans and into her underwear. “At least, let me unbutton them.” Bexley reached down and undid her pants as Alex spun them around, pressing her to the counter now. “I missed your fingers.”

Alex kissed her as she stroked.

“I want them inside,” Bexley continued.

Alex pulled out of the kiss and practically tore at Bexley’s jeans until they were around her ankles with her underwear. Then, Alex moved her fingers back to Bexley’s clit as Bexley spread her legs as much as she could. Alex moved inside next and pressed her palm to Bexley’s clit hard.

“Yes, take what you want,” Bexley encouraged.

Alex grunted against Bexley’s neck as she began to thrust.

“Shirt,” Alex told her.

Bexley pushed Alex away a little and pulled off her shirt. Alex’s free hand lifted the cup of Bexley’s breast and sucked her nipple into her mouth as she continued to thrust hard and deep inside her.

“So close,” Bexley managed out.

“I want you,” Alex said.

“You have me. I’m here,” she replied, holding Alex’s head to her neck now as Alex nibbled on her skin.

“No, in my mouth,” she corrected.

“Fuck me like this first,” Bexley told her.

Alex moved harder and faster. Bexley gripped the counter behind her with both hands and white knuckles.

“Yes! Yes!” She came hard into Alex’s hand before Alex pulled out and promptly turned her around. “What are–”

Alex moved to her knees. Bexley wondered what she was planning to do, but then Alex removed Bexley’s shoes, and Bexley kicked her pants and underwear to the ground. Alex stood back up and entered her from behind. Bexley groaned and lowered herself to the counter to give Alex more access.

“Is this okay?” Alex asked, lowering her body on top of Bexley’s and continuing at a slow pace while she waited for Bexley’s response.

“God, yes,” Bexley uttered. “I told you… Oh. I told you to take what…”

“I wanted?”

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