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The water sprays on my back, only adding to the warmth already spreading within me. My clit rubs against him with each motion I make, my breasts against his chest, his fingers digging into my lower back as mine thread into his hair, pulling his head back so we're eye to eye. His eyes are full of lust, but also full of something else that I'm honestly too afraid to decipher, especially when each moment we're like this is beginning to feel much more like intimacy than sex.
"Tell me what you feel with me inside of you, Lexa," he says low.
I circle my hips harder as I begin talking, giving him the words I know he needs. The words that are deepening my desire without me even having said them yet. Just the thought of them is bringing me closer to an orgasm, knowing how he'll respond.
"I feel you deep inside of me. I feel how perfectly we fit together. I feel my wetness coating you from how turned on I am. I feel your cock stretching me, filling me, owning me. I feel my pussy squeezing you, desperate for more. Desperate for you to come inside of me."
I realize in that moment, and it seems like he does too, that we're not using a condom. His eyes widen and his mouth opens, but I silence him by repeating my words.
"Desperate for you to come inside of me."
He gives a strangled groan and begins arching up into me harder. I put my forehead to his, my body trembling in his arms now as pleasure rushes over me, through me, promising me more if I just keep riding him. If his cock keeps hitting this spot inside of me that now has my mouth dropping open, but unable to release a single sound. And when it does, when a sigh of Jeremiah's name tumbles past my lips, it's as my pussy spasms around him. As my hips buck back and forth without rhythm. As my nails dig into his scalp.
He arches into me just as frantically, as wildly as my hips are moving, fingers digging into my ass now, pushing me harder into him. His eyes close and then he's cursing as he comes inside of me. And just knowing he's coming inside of me only takes me higher, gives me a few more seconds of an orgasm that feels like it's consuming me with its quiet bliss. Quiet seems like the right word, even though the bliss feels no less than any other time I've been with him and Ezekiel. But this time, with the whispered words between us, me pleading for more and him saying my name like a prayer. With our foreheads together, neither of us moving, neither of wanting to be apart, in any way. With both of our hands gripping the other, clinging to the other. Quiet bliss feels like the best explanation.
We slow down together, gradually until it's just our heaving chests moving against each other. Jeremiah's eyes open again, and he does pull back now, but only to kiss me softly. His hands leave my ass and come up to cup the bottom of my face, but his fingers are gentle...loving. When we break apart, one hand drops to my chest.
"Don't be afraid of what's happening in here, Lexa." His finger points right to where my heart is thundering. "Maybe it's not very fair to ask considering everything, but I ask it of you anyway."
I swallow as I look into his eyes. The hope there, the longing there, it scares me just as much as it softens me.
"I don't know how to not be afraid of it," I admit.
"Does it really scare you that much?"
"It terrifies me, Jeremiah."
His brows furrow and I can tell he wants to ask so many questions. Questions I don't want to answer right now. Questions that don't belong in this moment, in the air around he and I right now. I swallow and his gaze darts down to my throat. When his eyes meet mine again, I find understanding there.
"Is it fair of me to ask you to try?" he asks low.
"I don't know if it's fair. But I don't know if it'd be any fairer to tell you no, so..." I give a shaky nod. "I'll try."
His lips curve up into a small smile. "Thank you. Now, let me wash you."
We're getting dressed when the sound of my doorbell rings out through the apartment. As Jeremiah leaves my bedroom to let his brother in, guilt suddenly fills me. It felt good to be with just Jeremiah, but it feels perfect when we're altogether. I bite down on the corner of my bottom lip as I walk down the hallway.
"Did they make you get the eggs from the chickens yourself?" Jeremiah jokes. "What the hell took you so long?"
"They didn't have the freaking pink drink Lexa likes, so I had to go to three different places to find it."
Ezekiel's words make me stop right before I would be seen. Even if he doesn't want to care for me, he does. Just like I am at war with myself about my feelings for them, but they keep growing regardless. And after what Jeremiah told me made Ezekiel so reluctant to want anything more than sex again, I can realize he's just as scared as me. Poor Jeremiah, the open man between a terrified woman and man. That makes me smile as I enter the kitchen.
"I heard something about a pink drink," I say.
Jeremiah smiles over his shoulder at me, waving something wrapped in the air. "And food. Luckily we didn't wither away to nothingness while we waited."
Ezekiel gives him an exasperated face. "It really wasn't that long."
"Long enough for us to have fucked in the shower and dressed."
My eyes damn near bulge out of their sockets at how Jeremiah so easily throws that out there. Ezekiel's eyes come back to me, and I swallow as I meet his gaze, wondering if I'll find hurt or anger there. But instead, my eyes widen at the desire there. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips as his eyes go up and down my body. Suddenly, my shorts and tank top feel very thin, and very hot.
"I wish I had been here to watch," he states, voice deep with lust.
I try to contain my smile. "Well, we'll see how good breakfast is, and I might offer an encore performance."
Ezekiel laughs and I both love and hate the way it makes my heart flutter. We all sit down to eat at my island. The egg andbacon sandwiches are borderline cold with how long it took to get here, but I don't even care.
