Pleasure pulled me out of the dark slumber I had drifted into. A pleasant shiver traveled across my numb body, taking root between my legs, where something – someone – was lapping at my sensitive folds. More graze, more tongue, and another shiver followed the same route, waking me a little more.

I remembered eating with Lex on the bed, him fetching me a warm towel for a quick maintenance, how we'd talked some more while digesting the junk food, and exchanging more cuddles and kisses. But I couldn't remember falling asleep. I was thankful I had, though, because I was now waking up to something entirely delightful.

The mouth between my legs became more audacious, and when my clit was greedily sucked in, combined with the adamant sweep of a tongue, my body jolted from the electric sensation it unleashed, my eyes opening at once.

"Aaah, Lex..." I moaned, sending a hand between the covers to tangle my fingers in his hair.

My limbs were heavy, my mind half asleep, but I still noticed it was dark outside. The night had taken over during my nap. It meant I'd slept for a few hours.

Now that I was awake, Lex became bolder, adjusting his position to take better care of me. My back ached, tilting my hips better and spreading my legs further so I could grant him more freedom of movement.

The covers were reaching just above my navel, so when one of his hands slithered its way up to my breast, I finally got to glimpse at some of him. While his mouth never stopped tormenting me, his hand fondled the mound, pinching my nipple, twisting it gently. With my fingers still clutching his hair, I sent my free hand to my breast as well, covering the back of his. Silently, I encouraged him to press harder, to fondle more.

There was a sensuality to the moment, some languor that kept me in this state of half consciousness. It was lazy, intimate, sweet... and I was enjoying the shit out of it. The fact that I hadn't seen him yet also added to the strangeness of the moment. I was floating, going higher and higher as his ministrations brought me closer to the release he intended to inflict on me.

Expertly, displaying more of his insane skills, Lex licked, sucked, and kissed, extracting more moans and sighs out of me. He was in no rush, and I wasn't either. After the intense way we'd taken everything we could before, this was perfect.

Because I would forever be greedy for more of him, I took his wrist, moving this large hand away from my breast, and brought it up to my mouth. First, I placed a tender kiss in the middle of his palm, and then I slipped two fingers past my lips. I sucked on them as I would have his cock, welcoming his index and middle finger far into my mouth, dragging my tongue across them, hollowing my cheeks...

Lex's low grunt made me smile, and the way it vibrated against my clit had me moaning. Fuck, how could sex always feel like a new experience with this man? How did we manage to constantly surprise each other, always coming up with more?

He kept making love to me with his tongue, and I kept sucking on his fingers, exactly as I would have on his cock. My enterprise took an unexpected turn when Lex moved aways from me with a low curse, halting his ministrations on my pussy and slipping his fingers out of my mouth. The covers were pushed away, and finally, I glimpsed at him in all his might. God, he was so handsome with his darkened eyes, wet lips, and famished expression...

"You really have a gift to drive me insane, Andrea," he groaned, pulling on my waist to drag me lower on the bed.

Before I could understand what was happening, he lied on his side next to me, upside down, and grabbed my hips to shove his face back between my thighs. I shivered against him, pushing myself harder onto him with a whimper. He had moved like this so I would have access to his erection, so I didn't waste any time taking care of it.

My fingers circled his obscenely hard length, and I moved forward to guide it in my mouth. Because it was the first time in so long, I took my sweet time, savoring him, familiarizing myself with the practice again. I fucking adored sucking his cock, reveled in the moans and grunts I got out of him, and found great pride in knowing I was bringing him great pleasures.

During sex, we were often in tune, our bodies communicating in the most perfect way, implicitly knowing what to do, listening to the other's needs. But it was never as obvious as when we were sixty-nining. We answered each other, following some sort of silent protocol we weren't even aware of. Our harmony was ideal, and despite the odd alignment, I felt extremely close to him.

Any time I would hasten my pace, he'd do the same. When he slipped two fingers into me, as deep as they could reach, I swallowed his entire length, my throat expanding to make room for his thick circumference. For blissful minutes that stretched into infinity, we gave and took. The goal wasn't to make each other come; it was to savor and cherish. And we were amazing at it.

Eventually, I still reached the limits of what I could endure without coming. The build up had been so slow, the orgasm I tilted into almost surprised me. It was soft and long, making me moan around his erection, my legs clenched around his skull, shivers making my body tremble.

Lex helped me ride it, maintaining just the right amount of pleasure to keep it going, but not pushing me further than what I could take. Once the spasms began to slow, his attentions softened with it, accompanying me down, gently bringing me back down to reality, right here with him. Panting and in need of air, I let go of his shaft, mindlessly stroking in my grasp, still dizzy from it all.

One of his hands slid along my thigh from my hip, sending a last jolt of delight through me, until it reached just under my knee. With a tender move, he got my legs to spread, releasing his head from their clasp. He looked very proud of himself when he came up to kiss me on the neck, his beard tickling me.

"I love you," he declared right before claiming my lips.

The exchange distracted me enough that I barely noticed he was moving around. It was only when our lips got separated that I realized it. I was on my stomach while he was straddling me, his long girth resting between my butt cheeks. Leaning on his hands, he bent forward, licking a small line up my spine, finishing it with a peck at the base of my hairline.

"Now, pay attention, woman," he ordered right in my ear, his voice warm and thick like liquorice. "These are the positions you prefer, if you'll allow me to demonstrate."

"Yes, please... Demonstrate."

When he kissed my shoulder, there was a grin on his lips, and I wondered if it was my wantonness or my enthusiasm that amused him the most. He grabbed a pillow and lifted my hips, just high enough so he could slip it underneath.

The accessory wasn't exactly enough to give him optimal access, so I arched my back and propped my ass up, exposing my drenched folds to his sight. "Fuck, your ass really is still perfect," he let out, very appreciative.

I wriggled it proudly, loving how it always got to him. He really was an ass man, and more specifically, a my ass man. Apparently, the temptation was too great, so he grabbed both cheeks in his hands, squeezing them like they were his favorite toys, before spreading them apart. The bold gesture somehow embarrassed me despite everything we'd shared. A flushness claimed my face, as I kept looking forward, knowing he was staring down at the most intimate parts of my body.

From his venture point and spread out as I was, he could surely see both holes; the one he'd fucked many, many times, and the one he had yet to try out. Now that he was here again, we'd get back to where we'd left things off, and anal would be on the table again soon. We'd take it slowly, though. I really wanted the experience to be enjoyable, so not only would I not suffer from it, but I would also want to reiterate the act. If everything went well, I wasn't against adding anal to our sex life, letting it become a regular thing.

When Lex let go, the tension in my shoulders faded away, and a shaky sigh escaped me. It was weird to think I was still shy on a few things when we'd done so much worse in the past.

He adjusted his position over me, and the blunt touch of his dick on my intimacy made me jump from a flash of surprised pleasure. His name flew past my lips, and I greedily pushed my hips toward him, eager to be filled again. My attempt failed, but it didn't matter, because he nudged into me seconds later, with a measured thrust that ripped a moan out of me. Fuck, would I ever get used to this much perfection?

Once he was fully buried in my tight channel, he remained there for a few seconds, his weight on me preventing any attempt at initiating a momentum. All it took was an impatient groan from me, however, and he retreated back until only his tip was left in me. Unexpectedly, he rammed back into me, knocking the air out of my lungs.

"Aah, fuck..." I whimpered.

He did it again, and again, slowly pulling out, then brutally thrusting back in. With each shove, he was a little faster, his hips meeting my ass with a slap sound that resonated in the room. Once he reached a rhythm that made me intoxicated with pleasure, my moans never-ending, he changed his tactics. Adjusting his position, he took me from a slightly different angle. While he wasn't as harsh as before, it was just as pleasurable, if not more.

"Can you feel the difference, Andrea?" he groaned in my ear.

"Yes..."

"Can you feel this?" He gave me a particularly good shove, reaching where it felt so fucking good. "When I fuck you like this," he continued, giving me more of these precise and lethal pushes, "the head of my cock grazes against your G-spot. You love this, don't you?"

"Aah, fuck, yes... Baby, don't stop," I begged, pushing back against his next thrust.

He gave me more of it, displaying once more the skills that always baffled me. Sometimes, he'd switch angles, showing me just how different it felt, and how it was a specific alignment that had the ability to make me lose my mind entirely.

"I don't reach as deeply like this," he explained, his voice so hoarse I regretted not seeing his face, wanting to see how consumed by pleasure he was. "But I reach where it feels the best for you, don't I?"

When his fingers grazed against my face, pushing my hair away, I thought it was because he wanted a better view of my blissful state. But he fisted a handful of my curls and pulled on them, lifting my head off the covers and inflicting an amazing mix of pain and thrill down my spine.

"This too, you love. You should feel the way you clench around me when I pull your hair. It makes me insane."

This was proof of how much he paid attention, how focused he'd been on me from the start. Because he wasn't good at reading people, he actually did everything he could to catch and consider even the slightest reactions, assessing what he must do with it, what it meant, how to use this newly found knowledge. With a sigh, an involuntary clenching of my intimacy, a scratch of my fingernails on his back, a trembling of my leg... I gave him what he needed to know, and he used it to his advantage. Lex was a master at reading me, in so many aspects. While it could be a problem, since I couldn't hide things from him, it surely was a fucking blessing in this situation.

He tightened his grip on my hair, tugged harder, and this time, I actually felt my walls quiver around him. "Have you always enjoyed pain during sex?"

"No... Only with you. I love it when you're being dominant," I admitted. My voice was throaty, so sensual, I barely recognized it.

"And I love it when you're being a good, submissive slut."

"Aah, fuck!"

An intense jolt of pleasure made my entire body shake, and I was seconds away from coming on the spot. But clearly, Lex wasn't done with his lesson yet, so he stopped thrusting into me, preventing my orgasm from happening. He also let go of my hair, grabbing my hips with both hands to keep them unmoving.

"Is your enjoyment of name calling a novelty too?" he asked, his hips still immobile, the tip of his nose caressing the curve of my shoulder.

"Yes. I think I just thoroughly love whatever you do to me. I never thought I'd enjoy the hair pulling or the degradation, but here we are..."

There was a long pause, and I wondered if I'd said somehting wrong. Before I would ask, he spoke again. "You know I don't mean these things in a degrading manner, right? I don't think you're a whore or a slut. This is mostly because I feel how much you enjoy it when I talk dirty to you."

There was something conflicted in his tone, and it made me twist around, wanting to find his gaze. It was disturbing to him that I'd perceive his heated words as debasing. "Lex, baby, I wouldn't enjoy it if you actually meant it. I know you love me, and I know you have too much respect for me to see me with so little consideration. But I love the idea of being your wanton slut. I adore being a needy whore just for you."

That seemed to reassure him, and a crooked smirk appeared on his face. "And you really are, aren't you? My little whore."

"Yes. Only yours. Until the end of times."

With a firm hand, he grabbed my jaw, bending forward to kiss me. His tongue dominated mine, his claim on my lips imperious and dominant. We were still in the midst of it when he resumed the rolling of his hips, returning to our earlier preoccupations.

When my moans came in the way of our kiss, he pulled away, straightening behind me. Never dislodging his dick from within me, he lifted me on my knees, changing our position into a proper doggy-style.

"Now, as I've told you earlier, this is your favorite position. You always come harder and faster like this."

His assurance was amusing, so I twisted my neck to give him a mischievous grin. "Do you have a spreadsheet somewhere labelled 'How to fuck Andrea the best way', where you keep tabs on all this?"

"I have a version of it in my head, if that counts," he answered with humor.

"You'll need to write it down, so I can use it on myself."

"I'm never leaving your side again, Andrea. You won't need to take care of yourself anymore."

The promise behind his words made my heart grow a few sizes, making me feel like my chest was too tight to contain it. He would never leave me again. This was amazing to know, and the relief it brought on me meant I'd unknowingly been worried about this eventuality. But there wasn't a need for doubts anymore. We were back together, and nothing, nothing, would separate us again.

"Now, if you'll allow me, we aren't done with my demonstration," he reminded me, giving me a deep shove.

"Yes, sorry. Keep demonstrating," I eagerly encouraged, lowering my upper body to rest on my elbows instead of my hands.

His hands grabbed each side of my hips, and he used his hold on me to pull me back against his next thrust. After a few deep pushes, once I was already a frantic mess, he changed the alignment of our hips, and—

"Aaah, shit!" I cried out, fisting the sheets for fear I might actually fly all the way to heaven.

"Hmm, this is why you prefer this position. I can hit you where it feels the best and fuck you deep like you enjoy."

He redid the same thing, proving this wasn't just some lucky fluke, and I whimpered his name, begging for more. And he complied, finally fucking me hard and fast as he'd promised. With his solid grip on my hips, he pulled be back each time he rammed into me, making our skins slap together, his balls bouncing off my clit every single time.

This was an anatomy lesson I hadn't known I needed. Lex had always been like a magician with my body, knowing exactly how to please me beyond words, what I needed, where, how much of it, when... And he was finally revealing his secrets, showing me why he was so amazing at fucking me.

Shit, amazing wasn't even the word for it. He was flawless at it, always knowing how to push me further but not too far. His knowledge of my body was absolute, and he navigated it as if he owned a detailed map to it, one he'd learned by heart. Fuck, I didn't even know half of what could be on that map, and it was the very body I'd been in for twenty-six years – soon to be twenty-seven.

This was why he could turn me into this pleasure-consumed mess, crying out his name, begging for more, while not being sure I could actually take more. The unsparing ramming of his cock was too much for me, but the climax that was so fucking close beckoned me to demand more, to endure whatever it took to reach it.

"Please, harder!" I begged. "Fuck me harder!"

The slapping of his hips became more intense, the tip of him reaching so fucking deep he might actually rearrange my insides. Behind me, he was letting out the hottest, most alluring sounds, low grunts and moans that sounded primal and raw. Everything about this moment was deliciously crude, our most basic instincts pushing us to mate like this. We were so lost in it that we were barely human at that point, replaced by two beings whose sole purpose was to extract and get more pleasure, more bliss, more of everything.

The touch of his thumb circling my entrance, grazing the area where he was slamming into me surprised me, but I didn't question it, trusting him one hundred percent when it came to my pleasure. When the tip of it, drenched in my juices, landed about an inch higher, his goal became clear. Frozen with anticipation, I waited for him to do it and push his thumb in that part of me. But he didn't, applying a gentle pressure on the hole without ever entering it. He was still fucking me, still in the heat of the moment, so his reluctance to move further was strange.

Then, I understood what was happening. "Do it," I moaned, giving him the consent he'd been waiting for.

My intuition had been right, and a second later, the pressure increased, until the tip of his thumb entered that untouched part of me. The sensation was odd, like something wholly new. I wasn't sure what I'd expected it to be like, but not like this. Turned out the way in didn't feel the same as the way out at all. While never halting the pace of his hips, Lex pushed his thumb further, passing a knuckle, until it was shoved in there to the base. I'd need more time to get used to the sensation, really, but when I managed to see past the awkwardness, it was pleasurable. Very much so.

"Do you like this?" he asked close to my ear, pushing his thumb in and out in rhythm with thrusts.

"Yes... I love it..."

"Will you love it when it's my cock in there too?" Oh, God...

"Fuck... Yes..."

"We'll have to prepare you for it. You're so tight around my thumb already, I don't see how you could take my whole cock. Do you think you will ever be ready to take it?"

Shit, I hoped so. This first anal experience was making me crave more, making me curious to see what it would be like, making me wonder what it how feel to have Lex ram in and out of my ass. My earlier