As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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To my satisfaction and despair, Lex kept his word and didn't allow me to get out of bed until six hours had passed. Bathroom breaks were granted, but that was about it. He'd fetched me water, had gotten warm towels to take care of me, and even what I needed to get rid of my runny makeup, so I hadn't missed anything.
Thankfully, I had dozed off at points, in between mind-blowing sessions of delicious, delicious slex. Without these breaks, I probably would have died from all his ministrations. He'd been gentle when I needed him to be, rough when I wanted it. He had fulfilled me like never before, taking and giving everything, satiating the hunger we had for one another.
I was sprawled on my stomach in the bed, a pile of sweaty limbs, incapable of moving even my little finger. Lex was half lying on me, his shaft still buried in me, softening slowly. For the past thirty minutes, he'd been fucking me from behind, dragging two more orgasms out of me before collapsing over me with a roar, filling me yet again with another load of his thick, warm cum. I could feel it seeping out of me, around his girth, running down my swollen folds to drip onto the sheets underneath.
Fuck, that was it. That was officially my limit. I'd stopped counting my orgasms a long time ago, but I wondered if he had, his clever mind always keeping track of things.
"How many?" I mumbled, my voice muffled by his weight on me. I couldn't muster more words, my brain incapacitated by the overload of pleasure it had endured for the past hours. Thankfully, Lex caught my meaning.
"Sixteen."
Holy fucking shit...
"Are you trying to kill me?" I moaned, only now realizing he'd pushed me way too far.
I felt his soft laugh against my back without hearing it. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, his tongue sampling the skin quickly before retreating behind his lips.
He pushed himself up, dislodging his shaft from within me, and I moaned, this simple friction already feeling like too much. I stayed unmoving, my sore limbs enjoying some much-needed rest, while listening to him getting busy in the bathroom. Expecting him to bring me another warm towel, as he'd been doing the entire night, I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing.
I slowly drifted into light slumber, properly worn out by the night we'd had. A small grin lingered on my face, even though I probably looked like I had been through hell and back.
"Andrea," his low voice called to me, pulling me out of a dreamless sleep. I mumbled something, asking what he wanted, and his hand gently pushed away my hair, my wild curls damp with sweat. "Wake up. I ran you a bath."
I didn't care about taking a bath. All I wanted was some sleep. Some sweet, merciful sleep. I tried to dismiss him with a hand gesture, moaning that I wanted to stay right here, but he carefully maneuvered me on my back, then forced me to sit down, ignoring my fussy whimpers.
