“Oh, God,” I whisper, burying my head against her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck me,” she mutters, her tongue flicking out to tease my ear.
Growling, I wrap my arms around her waist and brace my knees against the couch, thrusting into her with long, hard strokes.
She’s teased me so much, I know I don’t have much left in me. Within only a few thrusts, I can feel her inner walls tremble, and I know she’s going to come again. I pound her as hard and as fast as I can, feeling her pussy spasm around me as she cries out in joy under me, almost deafening me.
I don’t fucking care if my eardrums shatter. Scream, baby, scream!
Just as her pussy tightens around me and her arms and legs lock me in a death grip, my cock swells and throbs in a moment of tension with no breath and no heartbeat. Nothing except the promise of pleasure that is about to destroy me and remake me all at once.
The little death…
Lexa screams, the climax roaring through her body as she thrashes under me. My cock swells, harder and thicker than it’sever been, then the orgasm crashes through my body, a tidal wave with the force of the entire ocean behind it.
I collapse against her, shaking, feeling her chest heaving against mine. I hold her in my arms, knowing that I have to move soon, but never wanting this moment to end. I float through endless seconds of perfect bliss, finally letting go of Lexa when I feel her arms slip away from me.
I’m still tangled, half in and half out of my clothes. While I undress, I watch Lexa slip into a deep sleep, curling up on the couch with her arms around a thick pillow. I want to sleep beside her, so I pull out the bottom sofa section of the couch and lie down as close to her as I can without disturbing her.
I want to burn this moment into my memory and never let go of it. I’ve never been so content, and the hope I had before has exploded inside my chest, letting me see the full brightness of our future together.
It’s all behind me now. All the pain, violence, and darkness. It’s gone, and this is where I belong.
I keep my eyes on Lexa for as long as I can, even as I struggle to keep them open. When I drift off, it’s into the deepest, most restful sleep I’ve ever had.
A sharp bang wakes me, and I almost jump straight off the couch. For a second or two, I don’t know where I am, then it all comes back to me.
Lexa.
I look around, but she’s obviously not beside me anymore. I get up and stagger towards the kitchen, holding my head as I try to get fully upright.
Whoa, there! That’s one hell of a hangover.
I don’t fucking care. It was the best night of my life.
“Lexa?” I ask, coming into the kitchen. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” she says, turning towards me. “I just knocked the frying pan off the bench when I was looking for a cup. Sorry I woke you.”
“It’s no problem,” I answer, taking unsteady steps into the kitchen. “I could use some coffee, too.”
“I figured,” she says with a giggle. “You hit the sauce pretty hard.”
“I sure did,” I agree. “No regrets, though. Well, okay, maybe the last couple of shots didn’t have to happen.”
She laughs, putting two cups on the counter. She doesn’t look hungover at all—her skin is glowing, and her short black hair looks glossier than usual. There are no rings under her eyes or any sign of tiredness.
“You look like you slept well,” I remark.
“Yeah,” she says lightly. “I did.”
Something’s wrong.
I can’t tell exactly what it is, but the way her eyes slide away from mine and her bright, almost brittle tone of voice are making me feel like I’ve missed something.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as Lexa puts a cup of coffee down in front of me.
“Fine,” she says in a clipped voice, giving me the weird little smile again.
