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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Apart from the night of Tuesday to Wednesday, we spent every single night of the week together. Since we were on a streak, it was only normal that we'd go to his place on Friday, too.
Once off work, he drove us there, as he'd done so often in the last few days. Because of the almost unlimited access to each other we'd had lately, we had more restraint. Although we still had a preposterous amount of sex, most of the evening, every morning before work, and sometimes spontaneously in the middle of the night... We still very much wanted each other, and nothing showed it would fade anytime soon.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" I asked as we entered his apartment.
"Not particularly. Since my birthday is the last day of November, it's always been in the shadow of Thanksgiving. We barely celebrated it when I was a kid, and I never really did as an adult either."
"That's going to change from now on," I insisted. "The day you arrived in this world is definitely worth commemorating, and I'll be damned if we don't celebrate it properly."
"Do you have any festivities in mind?"
His expression was amused, curious, and a little naughty altogether. Of course, he knew most of the celebrating would happen in his bed, with me paying homage to his existence. But still, I wanted us to behave for as long as we could. I'd cook for him, even though it would be something out of a children's menu. We would spend a lovely evening together, and only then would we move on to his bedroom and probably stay there for the rest of the weekend.
"You still haven't told me what your favorite sex thing is," I pointed out, implicitly answering his question. We were halfway toward his home office, after having left our things by the entrance.
Since he was a workaholic with a lot of responsibilities, he always had more things to handle before he could be off for the day. It was now becoming familiar that I'd wait for him to be done while reading comics from his insane collection. With the door wide open between the two rooms, it felt as if we were together, despite me being curled up on the couch in his red room of nerdiness, and him being rigorously working on his computer.
He thought about his answer while we entered the office, apparently having a hard time coming up with it. Eventually, he turned to me, knowing what he wanted to say.
"It's not that much of a single thing or position. It could be while doing literally anything, from a blowjob to me fingering you, or casual sex or anal I guess. But what I like the most is when you abandon yourself to me. I like it when you forget everything that is proper and give yourself completely, when you allow me to have absolute control over your pleasure, your body, and your soul. I love it when you turn wanton, needy, and obedient."
His words ignited a small fire in me, resonating hard within my mind. This was one of the things I enjoyed the most, too. I loved it so much when he took over, when he pushed me to my limits, when everything that wasn't him disappeared. I loved feeling like I belonged to him entirely, forfeiting the control to him.
