When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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Life see...
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Somehow, I still couldn't believe this was all real.
Despite all the pleasure, all the sensations, all the emotions... I was having a hard time accepting any of this was happening.
Lex was holding me in his arms, his weight keeping me secured between him and the mattress. Leaning on his elbow, he was using his other hand to graze and touch everything he could, his coarse hands inflaming my skin. He'd always had calluses, from the weights and bars he used so often in his gym, but his palms were even rougher than before, probably because he'd been even excessive with his workouts for the past three months.
Between us, our sexes were gliding against one another, the veiny skin of his hard length stimulating my clit in the most delicious way. We were drowning in one another, lost in this sea of tender lust. This was the calm before the storm, and I aspired to experience the carnal tempest he would unleash on me.
Hard and fast...
As the seconds stretched, though, he showed no signs of impatience. It seemed he could keep doing this for hours, and while I adored the moment, I needed him to give me what he'd promised.
"Lex... What are you waiting for?" I whimpered, shoving my hips forward to further express the urgency I was feeling. "We agreed on hard and fast."
"I'm trying to think of which way I want to have you first." Oh... That was a legitimate preoccupation. He gently sucked the skin at the base of my throat. "I'm liking this a lot, but I'm tempted to take you in your favorite position – which also happens to be mine."
"How can you know what's my favorite?" I asked with amusement. "I don't even know it myself."
"Really? You always come the fastest and the hardest when we're like that." It shouldn't have surprised me that he'd pay attention enough to have noticed, but it still left me amazed.
"Then maybe we should go for that one," I suggested, impatient to have him in me.
"I would, but I also want to see your face."
Oh, so that was my favorite position...
The very face he craved to see became red with bewilderment. Shit, he was right. I loved it when he rammed into me from behind, reaching deeper, able to inflict harder and faster shoves than in any other position.
Suddenly I craved to be on all fours while he entered me powerfully. I longed to hear the lustful slaps of his hips against my ass, feel his hands firmly gripping my hips, and have his shaft reach so deep it touched a part of me only he had ever possessed. But he was right. I also wanted to see his face, to keep kissing him, to admire the fine details of his features. This intimacy, how plastered we were against each other, was what I wanted for how. We could move to a less affectionate position later.
"How about a compromise?" I suggested with a sly grin.
He didn't understand my meaning, so I gently pushed him away, just enough so I could move to the side. Without a word, I rearranged my legs, so he was straddling only one, and the other was left up in the air. My upper back was on the mattress, but my hips were to the side. With our bodies scissoring like this, he'd have optimal access to me, and would reach as deep as he could.
