Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

“But you live in London.”

“Charlotte, look at me,” I beg. She turns around to face me, her fresh minty breath cooling the air between us. “I can do whatever I want… I own that company. If I need to be based in New York, then I will be in New York. You and I… this is it, baby. No turning back.”

“No turning back… and Lex?” she calls my name again, softly. “You’re still poking me.”

“Then, we need to find a way to stop that from happening.”

I lower my head to meet hers and kiss her lips, her tongue rolling against mine, soft, but the intensity is there. There is no denying I need her, and I try so much to give her the rest she needs, but it’s fucking impossible.

My mind warns me to stop and let her sleep, but I need her so much. I want her to see how much I love her, how much I never stopped loving her.

Our kisses become feverish as she moans into my mouth, her body eager for more. I move away toward her neck, blowing kisses on her warm skin, her head falling deeper into the pillows as she struggles to compose herself.

Making my way down slowly kissing every spot on her chest, she begs me to go lower, and I do, taking my time. I want to savor this moment. I’ve been waiting to be inside her for so long and finally make sweet love to her without our usual restraints.

As I tease her nipples with my tongue, she squirms underneath my body, biting into my shoulder. I’m careful not to lie directly on top of her, reminding myself there is someone else to think about. The thought alone distracts me momentarily, but as if she knows, she pulls my head up to hers as our eyes meet once again.

I know exactly what she wants in this moment.

Never breaking her gaze, I gently slide my cock inside her, her eyes screaming out to me with pleasure. The way I slide in slowly, my cock feels every curve, guiding its way through and finding the place it calls home, then I remain perfectly still, allowing her to catch her breath.

“Lex,” she whispers, out of breath still. “Necesito que te pierdes en mí, tengo que sentir lo mucho que me quieres. Muéstrame lo mucho que me quieres, sólo a mí. I need you to lose yourself in me, I need to feel how much you love me. Show me how much you love me, only me.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but the way she speaks to me, the way the Spanish rolls off her tongue, it’s our intimate way of communicating, just like old times, and she has read my mind.

So, for tonight, we do what both of us crave, what both of us need from each other. We make love until the sun rises in the morning, and it’s in the light of the new day when we fall asleep in each other’s arms, ready for new beginnings.

CHARLIE

“Welcome home, ro

omie!”

Lex scratches his jaw, trying to hide the smile which has been a permanent fixture since last night. After a tiring drive back into the city, we are officially home. And I officially have a live-in husband.

The whole concept of having a husband who actually lives with me is rather exciting, and I can barely contain my enthusiasm. But I also have no idea what I’m doing, never having lived with a man before, except my dad. Wait, let me rephrase that—I have never lived with an unbelievably drop-dead gorgeous man who makes me weak in the knees every single time he looks at me.

“Roomie… hmm, did you secretly consume some sugar on the way here? You’re extremely hyperactive,” he teases, placing our bags beside the couch.

“Nope, just high on love.”

“Oh, that’s kind of corny.” He laughs

“Wow, so it turns out that I’m not one of those I-love-you-and-I’ll-post-it-on-Facebook-so- everyone-can-see-it kinda chicks?”

“You lost me?”

“Oh, I forgot you refuse to join the rest of our generation and get on the social media bandwagon,” I mock with a sneer. “There are some people who constantly write on their partner’s walls how much they love them. It annoys me so much so that Eric purposely does it to me all the time now.”

“Firstly, what the hell is a wall? Secondly, don’t think that because we are ‘roomies,’ I’m opening a Facebook account.”

“Will you tweet with me?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

He pulls me into him, then places his hands under my thighs, lifting me as I wrap my legs around him. Pushing my back against the wall, his lips forcefully finding mine. I still crave him, even more so than last night, wondering how this man can do this to me every time.

“It’s funny how you think that you’ll have time for all that bullshit,” he breathes, tugging at my bottom lip.

His hands wander to the bottom of my sweater, and in a quick move, he yanks it over my head, leaving me in my bra. Like a fire raging within his eyes, they burn as they fixate on my chest, feverishly squeezing my breasts, making my body convulse. I can’t possibly come again.

Not after four hours of slow lovemaking last night.