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“I’ve never said it before.”
“What are you saying, Lexy?”
“Umm.” I chew on my bottom lip. “I want to be with you. Officially.”
He cracks a smile and bites into his lip like it’ll help him hold back from whatever he really wants to say in response. It’s fucking sexy. “Oh yeah?”
I nod, holding his gaze with more confidence now. I am confident about this. It’s just a big step.
His hands grip my hips a little tighter. “Okay.”
It’s so cute how excited he gets when I give into him a little more, but he always refrains from showing it. He thinks he does anyway.
“Just this once you can have it.” The words come out with a half sigh and a half laugh.
“Have what?”
“Your ‘I told you so’ moment. Or some ‘fuck, finally’ you want to curse under your breath.” I can’t help but smile.
He shakes his head. “I don’t need anything but you.” His hand caresses the nape of my neck, the other one sliding under the bottom edge of my tank top. I love the way he feels against my skin.
For the first time in my life, the thought of needing someone doesn’t completely freak me out.
His arm wraps all the way around my back, holding me tight to him. In one smooth movement, he flips us so I’m lying flat against the couch and he’s straddling me now. Damn, he’s sexy. I sit enough to grip his neck and pull him down into a kiss that I feel all the way to my toes, like I always do.
“I guess we better consummate this relationship,” Troy whispers against my lips.
“Yeah, there it is. You couldn’t help yourself.” I can’t help but laugh.
“I never can around you.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He slides his fingers under my tank top, pulling it along as he drags his hands up my body. He tugs it over my head before leaning back to look at me. It made me nervous at first, the way he takes his time, like I won’t notice. Now it’s like some kind of foreplay I’m obsessed with. I watch as his eyes roam over me, like he can’t decide what part of me he wants the most. It turns me all the way on.
His fingers loop around the top of my shorts, and I lift my hips to help him tug them off. He pulls a condom out of the pocket of his sweats before kicking them off. I want to pull him in to kiss me again, but I hold back. As much as Troy loves spontaneity, and he’s always down to try anything in or out of bed, he also has this routine with me. Who am I to mess that up?
With his legs on either side of me, he leans back and rubs his thumbs against the apex of my thighs with a groan. “You’re fucking sexy. And mine,” he mutters more to himself than to me, I think.
When he’s finished undressing me, and hitting every part of my body with his eyes, he scoots back on the couch enough to give him the access he needs. He runs his hands up my legs, stopping at my inner thighs before pushing them apart. There’s never any teasing or warning. It’s like he’s used up all his patience by this point and can’t stand to drag out the torture for me without torturing himself more.
The flat of his tongue presses against me and fuck, that’s all it takes to make me melt into the couch. Thank God I stopped resisting this man. His tongue dips inside me with slow strokes as his hands run over my hips and up my stomach at the same pace. Fuck that feels good. I’m always torn between wanting this and needing more. Tonight, I’m opting for him because he’s not close enough to me. I tug on his hair, and he stops what he’s doing to look up at me.
I’d tell him what I want, but he already knows. He grabs the condom from the couch next to us, tearing the packet open with his teeth, never taking his eyes off me. He shifts my hips so I’m angled on the couch. Staying between my legs, he slides one of his feet to the floor and his other knee finds stability on the couch. Once he’s aligned, he presses into me as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. We never need to warm up or go slowly. I’m turned on and wet enough from the way he fucks me with his eyes first.
He grips my hips as he thrusts into me, going as deep as he can with each one. “Fuck, Lexy, you feel so good,” he mumbles as a moan escapes me. One of his hands leaves my hips so his thumb can rub across my clit, and I almost come undone at that touch alone. My arms fly over my eyes as I bite into my lip. How can he feel this fucking good?
He slows his movements, and I peek up at him through my crossed arms. His eyes catch on my bedroom door before he looks down at me again. "Did you use your vibrator while I was gone?"
As he thrusts into me again, my breath catches, the word "No" coming out like a whisper as I shake my head under my arms.
He feels too good to keep my eyes open, but I feel him shift forward, his lips brushing against my ear. "Why not?"
My heart pounds, but all I can do is arch my back, desperate to feel him deeper.
He curses at my movement then repeats himself. "Why not, Lexy?" Troy says in my ear again, and I let out a moan.
He thrust into me harder. On a ragged breath, I force out, "Because.” Fuck, I love how fast and hard he fucks me.
Suddenly, his movement comes to a halt.
I pull my arms from where they cover my eyes to find him looking at me expectantly. “Why are you stopping?” I whine in frustration.
