Gentle movements are the first thing that wake me. Then it's the wonderful realisation that I am still in Rex's arms on the sofa.
"I'm sorry...I have to get up and go to work." He quietly apologises before sliding himself from beneath me.
"What time is it?" I groggily ask through sleepy half-shut eyes.
"It's just gone four in the morning." Rex says, looking handsomely tired and dishevelled.
My aching body tries to sit up but isn't cooperating due to overwhelming exhaustion, and yet I lie here with a content smile lazing around my lips. "Do you have to go?" I don't know why I have even asked him that. I too, have work today. I guess the thought of him leaving just makes me miss him dreadfully before he's even gone. "I'm sorry, of course you have to go." I try to rein in my neediness before Rex begins to think that I have become a woman who is clingy and unattractively insecure.
Running his hands through his hair with a tired sigh, he sits down beside me on the sofa. "Don't ever apologise for wanting to be with me, Angel." His head is comfortably tilted, his tone so softly heartfelt as he begins to stroke one side of my face with his unhurried hand. Then calmly leaning over my warm body, his kind gift to me is a wonderful morning kiss. Slowly moving against mine, our mouths are in the sweetest of sync; a slow recumbent kiss that has me needing to wrap my arms around him. With shuttered eyes, my sight becomes hazy with joy. Rex is fading in and out of beautiful focus as our kiss ardently deepens. His lips are passionately firm, overwhelmingly kissing me so hard that my body needs to push itself up against his. As our mouths lustily occupy one another's, our hands begin to roam with fingers that gently squeeze any aroused skin that they so happen to touch. My heart is racing and my quick breaths become bewitching groans to Rex. He quickly eases himself on top of me, his own breaths now ragged and rhythmic as his tongue salaciously summons mine. Our kiss is now far more abandoned and unrefined; wildly voracious. "Now I've started...I don't think I can stop." He huskily murmurs against my slightly parted mouth as he pushes back the fabric of my baby pink cotton tea dress.
Understanding his urgent need to be inside of me, my legs eagerly open beneath him. "Then don't." I gasp, deliciously taking his bottom lip between my lustful teeth. "I don't want you to stop." My tongue then brushes along the inside of his succulent top lip, causing him to close his eyes with promising passion.
When he opens them again, his green spheres are attractively absorbing and he silently keeps his promise by pushing my underwear to the side before slowly sinking his fingers deep inside of me. "I've not forgotten how good you feel." He hoarsely declares through partly closed eyes, pushing just a little deeper inside.
Rapture courses through me. Sweet rushes of mind altering desire pumps itself around my body, casting aside everything that once happened between us. "I need you, Rex." My eager hand reaches for his jeans, unzipping them impatiently to reveal his freestanding hard-on; solid and oh so ready for me.
Every movement he makes is purposeful and precise. As pumped up as he is with passion, all of his gestures are so sexily controlled and masterful that I'm more turned on than ever. He stares down at me with a delectable want sitting darkly in his green eyes, darkening more as his one finger teases across my nub with languid caresses. He knows exactly what he is doing. My body contorts with each torturous touch, arching back with a longing and powerful ache. "And I haven't forgotten how beautiful you look when you're aroused." Again, his fornicating finger brushes across my sensitised nub, his heated gaze almost primal now.
Licking my soft lips and swallowing, I feel like my desire is starting to dehydrate me. Rex intently watches the tip of my tongue skim across the contours of my lips with his hungry spheres, and now wants to taste some of what my own tongue just did. He suddenly kisses me—aggressively. His tongue salaciously sweeps in to possessively seize mine, pinning me in place. I surrender beneath him, opening my legs wider and hoping that he'll penetrate me soon. When he carefully leans back to lower his denim, he smiles at me before slowly easing himself into me; knowing that he's giving me something that I so desperately want—him.
I am now the one to watch him as he deeply fills me, filling my sex with every delicious inch of himself in one mind blowing but provocatively slow movement. Grabbing onto his back, I gasp as he divinely starts to make love to me. Now our bodies are blissfully reunited, they move in perfect harmony together. Every sensual thrust is met with a satisfied push.
Beautifully deep.
Savorously slow.
Bending over, Rex kisses me again before professing how much I mean to him. "I love you, Angel...so much!"
My heart swells with joy, knowing that Rex really does still love me. "And I love you!" I breathlessly profess my love for him with my fingers getting lost within his tousled hair as my mouth sensually searches for his.
Rex looks down at me with just a small smile relaxing on the corners of his upturned mouth. He's loving me soft and screwing me hard. As much as I want to stay and stare back up into those adoring green eyes, I can't. My lids close down over my own spheres, too heavy with euphoria to remain open anymore. They shut everything out, so I can buoyantly lose myself to the man so gloriously above me.
I am so in love with Rex, I always have been. The L word, such a small word with such an incredibly big meaning. That lone word, just sounds so insignificant to how I truly feel now.
Love, it's a word that doesn't seem to fully define my overwhelming feelings for Rex.
Love, just doesn't seem enough anymore to explain how I truly feel about this magnificent man who is making wonderful and slow love to me on my sofa.
Two consonants and two vowels: one small and scarily insignificant word to sum up my feelings for Rex...but it's all that I have. I do love Rex. I love him with every single part of me. Every muscle, bone, vein and organ that I possess is bound with flesh and skin that functions solely because of him. Without Rex, I was just a living, breathing shell. With him, I am alive and truly in love. Gripping tighter onto his back, I whisper something else into his ear. "I can't ever lose you again." My plea hangs in the erotic air between us.
Rex stiffens at my words, looking at me like I have just said something completely stupid. Then with a swift kiss and a considerate smile, he thrusts deliciously hard. Each push, pleasurably reassuring me. Intuition tells me that this is his own sweet and commanding way of saying that I won't ever lose him again. With his body, he's promising me everything without actually saying anything. He only penetrates me, deeper and deeper. Impaling all of his beautiful promises with thrilling thrusts that quickly come one after the other. The more he fills me, the more I know he will never leave me.
Rex's resolve quickly leaves him. "I...I need to come, Angel!" He throatily testifies through a tight jaw. He pounds hard, his tense hands gripping my hips firmly in place as he rams himself into me over and over.
I am violently pulsing around him, readying myself for my impending orgasm. Swathed in bliss, the pressure quickly grows inside of me. "Ohhhhh!" A long delicious moan escapes me, as my climax spirals out of enraptured control, causing me to grip tighter onto his back as my orgasm divinely rips through my tense body.
Rex comes satisfyingly hard after me. Abandoned and strenuous, followed by the small throbs that come with the afterglow of a toe-curling orgasm. As the waves of euphoria slowly leave him, his rigid body above me soon relaxes. Resting his forehead lightly against mine, his breaths begin to slow. "I really have missed us." He smiles, tenderly kissing the tip of my nose. Then glancing over at his watch, he sighs heavily with our foreheads still affectionately touching. "I really have to go, though." He doesn't want to go, but knows that he must.
With a laboured reply, I sigh too. "Okay." Knowing that I'm already feeling a little lost when I think of him not being here with me. With everything that has happened, both last night and this morning, and with Rex needing to really leave for work; now is not the time to talk about how exactly we are going to work. I am here, in Bath. Rex is in London. I want to talk about our geographic differences, but know that it'll have to wait.
"What's wrong?" He rubs our heads together, sensing that I am worried about something.
I don't want to lie and say that there's nothing wrong, but I also don't want to air my feelings just yet. Cradling his face in my hands, I smile. "I'm just going to miss you, that's all."
"Good." He lightly laughs, before leaving me with one last lingering kiss. "I'll call you later. We need to talk some things through...strategics of us both living where we do." And just like that, he has already partly alleviated some of my worries. Yes, we do have a lot to talk about, and I'm happy that we'll be talking about it some time soon.
Stroking his strong upper arm, I glance at his all too obvious scar on the side of his neck; sitting as a painful and constant reminder of his shooting. "Please be careful." I quietly tell him, not wanting to look at his scar for a moment longer.
Rex nods, warily slow. "I got this because I took my eye off the ball, Angel...please don't worry about me."
He can tell me not to worry about him until he is blue in the bloody face. I will worry about him regardless of what he tells me. "I'll try." Is all that I can solemnly give him. I don't think I'll ever get used to what he does for a living, and I'll never stop worrying. His job is a dangerous one, how can that not affect me?
Rex reads me like a book, he knows that I am quietly still worrying. "Speak to you later, okay?" He tries to reassure me with his handsome smile and a caring finger lift to my lowly dipped chin. "Okay?" He slowly asks again, his smile beautifully broadening.
All at confusing once, my love and worries continue to grow. Looking at Rex, I know that I couldn't possibly love any other man. Yet with that powerful love, comes the even more powerful worry of forever losing the one and only person that you love so very much. The two feelings painfully conflict one another, making me want to wrap myself around Rex and not ever want to let go of him. Only, I don't.
I sweep aside my irrational feelings and smile sweetly back at him before softly replying. "Okay."
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