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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When I arrived home, I was still absurdly electrified and sensitive. My intimacy would not let it go, and I'd had to clench my thighs together for most of the drive. My brief but intense encounter with Lex had made my need for what he had to offer unshakable.
I'd forgotten how alive he made me feel, how intense everything was when he was the one doing it, how easily he could take me to the brink of insanity. Now that I was reminded of it, it would be hard not to relapse into despair. Nothing would ever feel like being with Lex, but I had to get over it and be satisfied with what was available to me.
Like Jason, for instance. Jason was accessible, didn't make me feel like shit, and provided acceptable orgasms.
Once into the apartment, I shut the door behind me, letting out a heavy sigh, glad to finally be in the safe confines of my home. I emptied my pockets on the high counter of the kitchen as I passed it, heading for my room.
I could still feel my skin tingle on all the spots he'd touched it, the soft flesh of my throat still highly aware of where his lips and tongue had been half an hour ago. This wasn't good at all. We'd messed up real bad, and only God knew what would have happened had I not stopped him. Well, you would have had an insanely intense orgasm...
But what of after? What would we have done once he'd made me climax all over his hand? Would I have followed him upstairs for more? The endorphins high and the post-orgasmic bliss would have torn down all of my defenses, and I might have gone up to continue in his bed. And then, after a night of insane sex, hours of paradise in his arms, what? Back to being apart, back to living a Lex-less life, back to not being his. God, that would have been a painful fall, and I was glad I didn't have to endure it.
It still had gone too far, and my mind was full of him, of desire for him. Lust and need were making me on edge, and I needed to take care of it.
Wanting to shower him off of me, I headed to my room to take what I needed, eager for the hot water to cleanse me. I took my towel, and after a short hesitation, I headed to my nightstand. I opened the drawer and took a second to think, my eyes moving back and forth on its content.
After the sexual awakening Lex had introduced me to, Idris's performance hadn't been sufficient. Not by a mile. Clit stimulation wasn't enough anymore, and I needed to have something inside of me, to make me feel alive, to make me feel good. It was the reason why I'd ordered a good ol' vibrator, with the hope it would be enough to satisfy my needs. I'd spent hours on the website to find the best possible one, only to pick one that was the same make as Idris.
I'd named it Jason, and it came from Jason Momoa, the only man hot enough to pull off a decent Arthur Curry. Aquaman had never looked so badass.
Deciding I had ordered a waterproof toy for a reason, I took it out of the drawer, feeling slightly guilty to be leaving Idris out again. "Sorry, old friend. You're just not enough," I mumbled, heading for the bathroom.
