We stare at each other in the mirror, our breaths rasping and heavy, knowing we can’t turn back the clock, knowing without doubt this is exactly what we both want.
“Fuck me hard. Do it, Lex,” I demand.
Lex pushes forward. His cock glides between my wet folds and enters me with a single hard thrust.
I almost cum at that one stroke, but I bite my tongue and force air into my lungs.
“You’re so tight,” he says amazed as he grabs hold of my hips, yanking me roughly towards him.
In the heat of our thrusts, beyond the bathroom door, I hear the party continue on as normal– people mingling and enjoying themselves as we fuck our brains out. The thought of them being only metres away turns me on even more, and I slam my ass hard against Lex, letting him fill me completely.
I take one hand off the sink, bracing myself with the other, and I run my fingers over my exposed hardened nipple.
Lex feels so good inside me, and my cunt around him begins to contract as his finger taps my clit.
He looks up and sees my reflection in the mirror, and our eyes lock again, falling so hard into one another.
He tenses, and just when I feel I can no longer hold on to the building wave that rushes between my legs, I whisper, “Still bored with me now?”
Lex’s eyes widen as he remembers one of the last things he said to me weeks ago in this very apartment. I squeeze my inner walls around his cock, and he explodes within me. I writhe and buck, making his cock hit me in just the right spot, and I echo his explosion a second later. My juices trickle down my legs, and I can’t help but feel satisfied, in control.
“Don’t stop… more,” I gasp, and I reach behind to grab hold of his butt, keeping him securely within me. I sway my hips and feel the pressure building again. I never, ever want this to stop. I want to stay in this delicious orgasmic bubble, away from everyone else, in our sanctuary, just me and him, forever.
I close my eyes, and Lex buries his head into my neck, kissing the delicate skin that sends raging impulses to every cell within my body.
Slower now as we rock back and forth, never taking our eyes off each other, trickles of ecstasy release throughout me. My legs shake violently, and my remaining high heel threatens to topple, but Lex holds me up. Strong and secure in his arms, I burst again with pleasure.
In what I can only imagine to be a moment of weakness, Lex whispers, “I missed you.”
I sigh with relief and contentment; I’m not delusional or crazy for thinking we had something more. It wasn’t just me. He has definite feelings for me. Those three words, little as they are, start to fill the cracks of my broken heart. It is far from repaired, of course, but it’s a start.
His cock slips from me, and I almost whimper at the loss, but I keep the feeling of emptiness bottled up inside.
Lex turns me around to face him and pushes a lock of hair away from my flushed cheek.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says, scanning every feature of my face. I smile. They’re probably the sweetest words to fall from his dirty mouth.
“But we can’t do this again,” he says.
I try to interrupt, but he places his fingers across my lips. “I wish I could lock you up and keep you a secret from the world forever.”
I rip his hand away. I won’t let this happen again.
“Then why don’t you?” I say, daring him.
His thick eyebrows twitch as if he’s not quite sure what I’ve said. Or maybe he’s actually considering my crazy (‘cause that’s what it is) and absolutely ludicrous proposal.
“No one ever has to know. Just you and me,” I encourage.
A loud banging on the door disturbs our staring contest.
“In a minute!” Lex shouts at the person knocking.
“Don’t leave me again, Lex, please. Not again,” I say without thinking, my resolve threatening to break.
He looks disappointed, sad perhaps, as he kneads the bridge of his nose, thinking.
The banging increases, becoming incessant and getting louder, drilling into our fragile moment with each and every crash.
The vein at the side of Lex’s head pulses uncontrollably.
He reaches for the door and pulls it open. “What?” he shouts, wanting to say more but stops as he sees my mother, standing there with a look of puzzlement plastered all over her perfectly made–up face.
“Everything OK in here?” she stutters, looking past Lex to see me leaning against the sink. I turn my face away from her gaze and quickly wipe a tear from my cheek.
“Fucking fantastic,” Lex replies with a sneer, and with a short momentary glance over his shoulder at me, he pushes past my mom and leaves.
I’m frozen. I can’t look at my mother; I can’t move. But I know I have to think quickly.