Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (28 page)

“Tell me why.”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down the
sides of her eyes and onto her bed.

“Tell me.” I demand.

“I can’t. I’ve….,”

“Tell me.” I press again, hardening my tone.
I need her to do this for herself.

Lex

What does he want from me? Why is he pushing
this? Can’t he feel her? She’s so hard, and wanton, only for him.
She wants him so badly. I’ve never desired anyone more than
him.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” I can tell from the deep
pained expression on his face. He’s getting angry with me. I just
pray he doesn’t hit me. Brian used to do that when I angered
him.

“I really can’t.” I whimper. I don’t know why
I’m crying. I shouldn’t be. I need to be strong. Closing my eyes, I
turn my head to the side, shielding myself from this painful
moment.

Humping his delicious dick against me, my
lady drips more pre-come into my panties. They are beyond
soaked.

“Lex, if you tell me. I promise to
understand.”

Yeah right! And I’m Mother Teresa. Nobody can
be this understanding. He’s been married. He’s had women. He dates
and fucks women. He’s never been with a woman like me.

“I have something. Unlike other women.” I
admit. That’s as good as he’s going to get.

“This?” he states and he grabs her, and I
moan so loudly, arching my back, I’m sure the whole neighborhood
can hear.

Slowly he caresses her, over my dress.

“How…. Oh…” I moan, grasping the sheets. I’ve
never had anyone other than Daniel touch her before.

“Can I touch?”

I nod.

Oh my God! What is going on here? Is he for
real?

Dropping my legs from around his waist, he
torturously slides my dress up. Flaring goose bumps over my skin
the higher he pushes, the softness of the fabric caressing my skin.
Once my dress is above my panties, he stops.

I can’t watch. This is too scary. My stomach
is nervously twisting in knots. Swallowing hard, I hear him groan,
as his fingers dip into the waistband of my panties. A quick tug
and he rips one side and then other and discards them. I’m so
exposed to him! He can see her now. I know she’s dripping for him.
I can feel the warmth of my pre-come sliding down my hardened
length.

“So beautiful.” He mutters, and I feel his
warm hands sensually gliding up the insides of my thighs.

My body starts to quake. I can’t believe this
is happening!

“Angel, are you sure?” His tone is so small
and gentle. I can feel the warmth and love encompassed in his
words.

“I…. I…don’t know...” I stutter, about to
crawl out of my own skin.

“I’ll go slowly. If you want me to stop, just
tell me, and I will. This part of you is only mine from this day
forward, Lex. No more Daniel. If you want pleasure, day or night, I
will take care of you. You. Are. Mine. Lex. And that includes this
beautiful−” lick inner thigh, “sexy−” kiss higher, “delicious−”
lick just next to my sac and I breathe a shaky moan, white
knuckling the sheets, “so delicious.”

His hot breath bathes my sac and
lady
in erotic heat. Warm lips and velvety wet tongue suckle my sac
fully into his mouth and he sweetly laves it with his tongue.
Groaning in his throat as he gently sucks, applying pressure.

A large hand encases lady
’s
shaft and
he growls, my sac still encased in his sexy mouth. Sparking an
abundance of pleasure to rack through my overwhelmed body, I never
knew it could be this good!

Kneading lady
’s
length in his hand, he
slowly releases my sac from his moist heaven. “They tasted even
better than I imagined.” He licks the underside of them from the
bottom to the base of lady. I can feel the hot spurts of air
skating across my skin. He’s panting. Breathing so hard, I can hear
him gasping for air.

“You turn me on so much, Lex.” He whispers,
kissing the base of my shaft. “I knew this would be beautiful—”
kiss “—I just never thought it would be this beautiful” lingering
kiss and swirling tongue.

“How long have you known?” I question,
needing to know this answer. No man would just accept this if he
just found out. I’m not that naïve.

“Shhhh, Angel. I will tell you everything
tomorrow. Just let me get my fill of you. I’ve been dreaming about
tasting you forever. For so long I’ve fucked my fist, Lex, thinking
of you. You are everything I’ve dreamed of in a woman.”

As the last word lingers in the air, filling
me with molten, lust filled joy, his mouth engulfs me in one
swallow, and I come off the bed. Nearly losing myself, my stomach
curling into itself with such intense pleasure. My skin sings and
my eyes roll into the back of my head, I can’t catch my breath. Oh
my God. His hot succulent mouth is sucking me. This is real. This
is really happening. Gage, the man I’ve lusted after for weeks is
accepting me. He’s touching me in the most intimate way.

Groaning in his throat he sucks on me with
such desire, and need as his hand massages my sac. His other hand
comes up between my legs, his elbow resting on my thigh, his
forearm across my stomach.

Pulling my hardened rod from his mouth, just
so he’s licking the tip, he whispers. “Hold my hand, let’s do this
together.”

I open my eyes to see that his hand is open,
waiting for me. Retracting my hold on the sheet, I wrap both of my
hands around his large one and choppily mutter. “Okay,”

“Calm down sweetie, you’re shaking.” He says,
giving my hand a gentle squeeze and
lady
a base to tip
languid, velvety wet caress with his tongue. A feral smile turning
at the corners of his mouth, he looks like he’s enjoying himself.
Just watching him lick her, makes me want to come.

“I don’t think I can.” I admit, unable to
break the nervous twitches consuming me.

Gage

My brave sweetheart, she’s so scared. The
insecure look on her face says it all. I knew this would be hard
for her. I just thought a little alcohol and good food might loosen
her up. I guess she’s still just as tense.

“Does it feel good?”

Nodding, she chews her lip. Oh…how I would
love to have those lips wrapped around my painfully throbbing dick
right now.

“Tell me.” I carefully order, my eyes delving
into hers. She needs to know I’m here to do this for her, for us.
This is about us, and me finally getting to taste what I’ve vividly
dreamt about for years.

“I… I…” She stutters and I engulf her pretty
dick in my mouth to stop her from thinking too much. It’s smooth
and soft, and as it reaches the back of my throat, I hum. I hope
it’s the same for her. I’m new at this. I’ve never practiced
before. I’ve not even tried to suck a dildo. Been playing this
moment over and over in my head, hoping I wouldn’t fuck up pleasing
her when I finally got the chance to taste her, to make her come in
my mouth. The only thing I have practiced and stuck with since I
began falling for Lex, all those years ago, was — I stopped fucking
pussy. Only a few times did I fuck my ex-wife in her pussy. Anal
was all I would do after that. And since my divorce, every woman
I’ve had afterward, I’ve fucked hard in the ass. The thought of
screwing a pussy makes me ill. Lex, doesn’t have one. She has
something so much better than that. Every single woman for the past
six years that I’ve slid my cock into, I closed my eyes and
pictured Lex being the woman I was busting my nut for. That’s the
only way I can get off. My counselor said I compartmentalize my
feelings for her and that includes sexually. And because of that,
my body won’t allow me to orgasm without her being the source of
stimulation. It took a lot of years for me to understand his
psychobabble. Now, it’s all crystal-clear.

Sucking harder, faster, up and down her girl
dick, I savor the flavor of her pre-come oozing like a waterfall
coating my throat in her sweet taste. Closing my eyes, I feel her.
I truly revel in this significant moment. Her body is writhing
under me, her hands holding on so tight her pink nails painfully
claw into my palm. It sets me off like a wildfire. I suck
relentlessly, her hips undulating, bucking into my mouth with quick
swallow jerks. I can hear her breathing so rapidly, and moaning as
her delicious dick fills my needy mouth.

“I’m… I’m.” She cries out, her body arches,
and lady jerks as I feel the hot jets of her come shooting in thick
streams into my throat. I swallow her down, every bit. I can’t miss
a drop.

Opening my eyes, I watch her collapse like a
ragdoll on the bed, arms spread wide. A perfect sated smile curls
at the corners of her lips, as I hold her rock hard shaft in my
mouth. Swirling my tongue around the head I apply pressure to the
head with my tongue and pull upward, drawing any last bit of her
come out. A dribble drops onto my tongue and I pull away, stand,
and crawl up between her legs. Looming over her, my hand briefly
squeezes her hardened sex, and I hold her essence on my tongue.

“Open.” I order and she complies immediately,
like we’ve been doing this for years.

Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I swirl it
inside, making her taste how sexy and delicious she is. A groan
escapes her as she sucks my tongue like she’s done this a hundred
times before. My aching dick grinds against her in my suit pants.
Wrapping legs around my waist, she edges me forward and my chest
rests down atop hers.

“So sexy.” I mutter at her lips, extracting
my sensitive tongue.

“I… I…”

“Shhhh, Angel.” I coax, running my fingers
through her sex mussed hair. Reaching behind her head, she leans it
up and I tug the bun out. Combing my fingers through her rich
locks, I fan them out around her head, pull a strand up, and smell
it. She always smells divine. Like soap, perfume and Lex, a
delicate combination of raw purity and sexuality, a scent that
drives me insane with lust. I’m surprised I’m being such a
gentleman as it is.

Searching her tired, yet, satisfied face with
my eyes, I know she needs to rest. So I wrap my arms around her
butt, and I lift her, transferring her noodle like body to the top
of the bed, resting her head on a pillow.

“Thanks.” She whispers.

“Get some rest, my Angel.” I kiss her cheek
and she smiles.

Lifting off her, I rake my gaze
appreciatively up and down her resting body. Taking in the
suppleness of her milky white skin, the slight curves of her
femininity, the peeks of her perky breasts and the light pink of
the sexiest dick I’ve ever seen. She’s not very large. Her
lady
is long, sleek, soft, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
It’s a lot smaller than mine; it takes on a strange feminine
quality. Even her sac is small, delicate even. Every bit of her
screams woman and supple sweetness. My heart aches, watching the
woman I love. The woman that I will spend the rest of my life
convincing she is for me. Even if she’s too scared to admit it to
herself, I will show her the way. This is the first step. A step
I’ve been planning for months. Months of agonizing torture to feed
the years of relentless need to be with her. I just pray she lets
me.

Standing next to the bed, I allow myself one
last glimpse and I tug the dress down to her knees and lift the
blankets over her, tucking her into bed for the night. I’m not
leaving. I don’t have to pick Emma up until tomorrow. Tasha took
her tonight so I could do what I needed to. I should have done this
long ago.