When Sunday came, it seemed our hunger for one another was satiated enough so we could spend parts of the day out of his bed. Still, we started the day with some lazy, slow, and languorous lovemaking.

But following the passionate yet tender moment, we dragged ourselves away from the mattress. Leaving the sheets stained with cum and sweat behind us, we moved to the bathroom to share a much-needed bath. After nearly twenty-four hours of rolling around in his bed, we definitely needed an intense scrubbing. While we soaked in the warm water, my back pressed against his torso in a soft embrace, we spoke more.

Because he asked, I gave him more details about the pregnancy scare I'd endured, how terribly it had affected me, and the moral conflict of the dilemma I'd faced. I decided to be honest with him, hiding nothing, pouring out my heart. We didn't need secrets between us. These only tainted the perfect communion of our souls, threatening to ruin it all.

"I knew it was wrong, but I hoped with all my heart that the tests would be positive. You'd decided to cut all ties with me if the trial was lost, so I thought it might make you change your mind. I thought that maybe, if we had a child together, you'd see it was already too late, and there was no reason for you to push me out of your life."

Shifting to the right, I twisted my neck to glance up at him. He was conflicted, his brows furrowed, his lips pinched in a stiff line. "I know it wasn't right. Nothing about my reasoning was. The situation tore me apart, because I knew you'd never want me to keep it, but I still wanted this baby. Your baby, Lex. Ours. The idea of never seeing you again was unbearable. This meant at least I would have had some of you with me, for the rest of my life. A little boy with his dad's gray eyes, dark hair, and genius brain..."

Lex remained silent for a moment as he processed the information. In my quest for honesty, I hadn't realized how the complex choice I'd planned might be poorly received. But there it was. The truth.

"I wanted to cut myself out of your life, not the opposite. You would have forever stayed with me, in a way. I wanted you to still have a future, to still build something with someone and lead a happy life."

"I don't want a future if it's not with you. You've ruined me. No one else can ever make me happy like this. Only you."

"Hmm, you've ruined me as well."

"So, I guess our only option is to be together and never let go," I declared with satisfaction.

"I'm afraid it is, yes. What a terrible fate it is, to be stuck with you forev— Ouch!"

With a well-placed jab of my elbow, I interrupted his teasing. He laughed behind me, making me slightly bounce against his torso. With a gentle hand, he made my face turn toward him again, his eyes admiring me, utter awe filling them. With the flesh of his thumb, he grazed the freckles he loved so much on my cheekbones and nose, his gaze gliding over my features.

"I can't wait to wake up to this face every single day for the rest of my life."

His teasing tone had been replaced by pure, unaltered adoration, and it had me melting on the spot, turning into a puddle in his arms.

In unison, we moved to share a kiss. It started slow and loving, but when his hands left the sides of the tub to course over my skin, it evolved into more. Soon, we were panting and grunting, with one of his hands fondling my breast and the other gently teasing my clit. I had sent one behind me to jerk his growing erection, and my free one was clasped around his neck, keeping him right there.

Alright, maybe we weren't that satiated yet, but we were getting there.

Welcoming him in me demanded barely any effort, and all I did was lift myself, tilt my hips back, and guide his length into my welcoming slit. Facing away from him, I undulated on his lap, minding the water and bubbles around us. There was no way we'd spend ten minutes cleaning up our mess afterward. The momentum I settled on was fast, but the amplitude of my thrusts was minimal. Keeping him deeply planted in me, I rolled my hips in quick and short thrusts.

With all my might, I was gripping onto the edges of the tub, anchoring myself to it so I could keep up with my rhythm, pushing back to take his entire length. One of his arms was wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him, leaned back onto his torso. His other hand was on my center, where he expertly teased my sensitive bundle of nerves, helping me in my ascension. Between us, in the small space that separated my arched back to his muscular front, there was a tiny tempest. The bath's soapy water was agitated, small waves crashing on our skins.

His agile fingers on my clit pressed harder, making me release a shaky cry. "Aaah, yes!" I moaned into our kiss.

Letting go of the smooth ceramic, I sent a hand under the tumultuous surface of the water, reaching for his balls. If I didn't cheat a little, I'd definitely be coming way before him. Fondling the round masses between my fingers and palm, I focused on his reactions. It was about time I learned about how to pleasure him as much as he pleasured me.

His enjoyment of what I did to him was quite obvious, and each low curse he grunted had me smiling. But when two of my knuckles pressed pressed on a spot underneath his balls, a little too enthusiastic in my ministrations, he practically jolted under me, muttering another "Fuck..."

Oh, right... Men had some sensitive areas there, didn't they? Somewhere deep into the perineum, there was the prostate. And that was roughly the equivalent of a clitoris to them, wasn't it?

Impatient to explore, I let go of the precious sacks I was holding. Instead, I pressed my fingers, from my index to my ring one, onto the same area I'd accidentally touched. Never stopping the momentum of my hips, I massaged this part of him, trying different patterns, applying various degrees of pressure...

Lex was taut under me, but he didn't hide his reactions, either with a slight jerk or a groan. "Fuck, it feels amazing," he grunted, pulling away with a rapturous expression on his face.

"You like that, baby?" I moaned, pushing on the spot he seemed to favor harder. His fingers answered mine, and he gave my clitoris an intense roll.

"I really fucking do. But you need to stop before I— Aah, fuck!" he cursed with surprise when I circled the area with a firm pressure.

This newly found knowledge would make blow jobs even more fun. It was as though I'd found a secret button, one that allowed me to make him lose his mind, just like he did for me. It almost made me regret not taking the time to explore him sooner. Given everything, it was only fair that I'd return the favor, and learn everything I could possibly know about his body. Right there in the enormous bathtub of his bathroom, I vowed to myself that I'd unveil all the secrets of his anatomy. I'd explore all of him until I knew his body as much as he knew mine.

He seemed to understand that I wouldn't be stopped, because he let go of his attempt at slowing me down, picking up the pace of his fingers between my legs instead. Alright, we could race each other. The first one to come would be the loser, in a race where there would only be winners. The silent challenge was on, and while I never stopped fucking him, our hands actively worked on making the other lose it the fastest.

Soon, I didn't care about splashing water on the floor, completely lost into passion. My screams echoed on the slick walls of the room, almost covering the sounds of the waves crashing on the sides tub and his grunts. My fingers started to tire, but sensing how close he was to his release, I never stopped rolling them and pressing, just like he was doing for me.

"I love you so fucking much, Andrea," he groaned in my hair. "All of you."

"Aah, Lex! I love you!"

In perfect synchronicity, we both reached our climax together. Lex's hand left the spot between my legs, and he wrapped his arm around me with the other, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. My body arched and contracted over him as he kept me with his face shoved in the crook of my neck, his moans of bliss filling my ears.

We flew to endless heights and came down together, trembling, panting, and spent. I remained there for a moment, his shaft softening in me, until I found the strength to lift myself and settle more comfortably between his spread knees. I was basically lying over him with my head on his shoulder, rising with each of his deep breaths.

He whispered tender things in my ear, sometimes taking a break just long enough to kiss my temple. The wholesomeness of the moment unleashed a plethora of powerful and wonderful feelings in me. They swelled in my chest, taking so much space my breathing grew shallower.

Being this happy shouldn't be possible. Loving someone so much couldn't be right, because what was I ever supposed to do if I lost him?

When a tear rolled down my cheek, from a mix of joy, melancholia, and yearning, he kissed it away gently. "Are you okay, freckles?"

"Yes, it's just.... I love you so fucking much, it hurts sometimes. I can feel it in my chest, and it's so intense I can't breathe. It's like there isn't enough room for my lungs anymore, because you are taking all of it."

His hand slithered all the way to my aching chest, and following the curve of my under boob, it rested right over my heart. It was beating for him. Only him. His hand remained there, as if he could soothe away the intensity of what he triggered in me.

"Do you think we are codependent?" I worriedly asked.

"No, we don't fit the pattern."

"How do you know?"

"I asked my therapist about it a while ago. I was overwhelmed by how much I needed you, how much I wanted you, so I asked him to make sure we weren't heading toward something dangerous."

"And?"

"It's just love. Very deep, and very powerful. But it isn't codependency. We don't have controlling behavior, manipulation, lack of communication... It's normal that we have moments where we lose ourselves a little. And it's only natural to want to spend time together. It might seem intense, but it should fade with time."

"I hope it won't," I countered, snuggling closer to him.

"Me too." The amusement in his tone and the smile on his lips when he kissed my temple again had me chuckle softly.

We lingered in the tub until the water was too cold for us to stay. Then, with our hands wrinkled by the water, we dried each other, which was another remarkably tender moment. After a quick stop to his closet, to dress ourselves sparsely, we headed to the living area for a necessary raid of his fridge. With more food than we could ingest, we then settled on the couch, where we planned to spend the rest of the day.

After all the sex lessons, it was my time to tutor him. Because I'd once made an Indiana Jones joke that had completely flown over his head, I'd gotten the confirmation that he'd never watched them. Since it was such an easy and casual trilogy, I decided it would be perfect for this. Perfect for a good post-slexathon break. With Harrison Ford on the screen, we ate and drank, refueling our exhausted bodies.

Cuddling up against him afterward had been a terrible idea, because between the optimal position, the digestion, the lulling beat of his heart against my ear, and his comforting warmth, I fell asleep in under a minute. The rest of the day was spent like this, with the both of us dozing off, waking up to watch the movie for a few minutes, and falling asleep again.

When the evening came, we were at least well-rested, and after a delicious Indian dinner we'd ordered, we returned to his room. Following a stop by the bathroom to take care of our teeth and some natural needs, we ended up in his bed again. Sprawled half over him, I quizzed him on the movies we'd just watched. Just like me, he'd been out of it most of the time, and I was forced to admit to myself that I was the worst movie mentor in the history of humanity.

The unavoidable happened, and after a moment, we were tugging on each other's clothes, prone to yet another surge of lust. Stuck between the mattress and his broad body, I lost myself as he mercilessly fucked me into next week. Quite literally, since by the time he was done with me, it was past midnight, and Monday had officially started.

Shit, the idea of going back to work was depressing. I wanted more of this. More cuddles on the couch, more sweet moments in the bathtub, more mind-blowing slex on his bed... Couldn't this weekend last forever?

My last thought before drifting into sleep was that at least, we'd have countless weekends like this one in the future. Maybe getting a break from Lex and having to work would actually be a good thing.

My chocha would most certainly appreciate the time out.