Chasing Us (Dark Love 2)

“Take all your clothes off,” he demands.

Inside our bedroom, I follow his request and strip off all my clothes. Naked in front of him, I can’t help but feel sexy as his eyes look so desperate, fighting some sort of internal battle. He continues to gaze at me while tracing his fingertips down my torso, the goosebumps apparent as I close my eyes, savoring his touch.

“So fucking perfect,” he whispers

I open my eyes, desperate to watch him.

“Lie down in the middle of our bed and spread your legs as wide as you can.”

I love it when he uses the word ‘our.’ How can such a simple word have so much meaning behind it? How can one word define a whole relationship? I follow his instructions and lay on the bed, my head against the pillow as I half-sit up on my elbows and spread my legs wide before him.

He stands at the end of the bed, watching me, watching between my legs. Like a lion hungry for its prey, he licks his lips, and I can’t stop my hand wandering down to graze my swollen clit, letting out a small cry as the two come into contact. Placing a hand on my knee, he pushes my legs further apart.

“So fucking perfect… always so ready for me.”

Lowering himself, he traces his tongue along the inside of my thigh. My body waiting in anticipation, he knows how much I want him just to go straight for the prize, but instead, he continues to tease me, blowing softly between my legs. Tilting my head back, I lift my hips desperate for him to taste me. But no, of course, Lex is all about self-gratification, and in this case, he’s happy teasing me while

I go insane waiting.

“So eager… what exactly is it that you want?”

With another blow of warm air against my thigh, my entire body shakes, and I’m desperate to have him devour me, now.

“I want your head between my legs. I want you sucking every inch of my pussy. I want to hear you moan knowing you can’t get enough. I want you to thrust your fingers inside me, in every hole… really hard. I want to come, and I want you to lick every inch of me clean.”

He stands in front of me, his devilish grin taking over. “My dirty girl… your wish is my command.”

***

“So, I must really suck as a tour guide, then?”

“Mmm, let’s just say your audience had other things on their mind.”

“Lex?”

“Mmm…” he hums.

Okay, so I don’t know why I’m going to bring this up, why I decide this is a perfect time to open up a can of worms, open the dark closet, the one you dread because it’s full of spiders and other scary creatures. Except mine isn’t, it’s just full of other men.

“When are we going to talk?”

“About?”

“Everything.”

“Be more specific”?

“I don’t know. I just feel like we haven’t talked about other things, and I’d rather get this out now. I don’t want you speculating and conjuring up your own thoughts on certain situations.”

He shifts up, looking at me cautiously, but instead, I face the other way and pull him into me with my back against his chest. I can’t look him in the eyes, they give away everything.

“About the past… Julian.”

“Charlotte…” he warns.

“I get it, Lex, you’re a guy. You don’t need to hear this, and you have some inbuilt capability of being able to box things off, ignore, and move on. But I’m a woman. It’s part of my genetic engineering to talk about these things.”

He remains silent, so I continue to talk, “I did love him, Lex, but it was a different love. More like comfort love. He was everything on paper a woman would want from a man.”