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Take Me There Part 2
Roman's POV
I eye my reflection in the bathroom mirror, dragging a hand over my face, debating whether I have time to shave or not. A low whistle makes me pause and I cock my eyebrow as I cast my gaze towards the door. Lex's eyebrow slowly rises in imitation, a grin playing on her lips.
"Hey, big guy. You done preening?"
"Preening?" I shake my head. "I don't 'preen.'"
"You definitely preen," she smirks, as she steps further into the bathroom and closes the gap between us. Her hand rises to stroke my cheek, her fingers scraping gently over the two-day stubble. "You should leave it," she murmurs. "I like it like this."
"Make the most of it. It comes off on Sunday morning."
She pouts. "But l like it..."
Chuckling, I start to scrape my hair back into a tight bun only to be distracted as she leans against me with a soft sigh. Letting go of my hair, I wrap one arm around her waist and squeeze softly as I tuck my fingers underneath her chin and lift her gaze.
"You okay, baby girl?"
She nods before nestling back against me. Looking back at the mirror, I take in our reflection, letting my eyes drag over her body, taking in every detail; the way her loose white shirt drapes over her newly-established curves, how her black skirt glides over her ass, the deep split at the front exposing the beginning of her thigh, the way her hair is loosely braided and casually slung over one shoulder. My hand slips from her waist to brush over her hip as I slowly twist her in my arms.
"Beautiful," I murmur as I tip her head back again so I can see her eyes, rimmed in her traditional black and gold. Her red lips break into a shy smile. "My Lexi is one hot Mama."
She giggles, cheeks flushing. "What are you after?"
"Nothing," I promise.
"Really?"
"Well..." I offer her a sly wink, grinning as she chuckles in response. "Aw, c'mon. Can you blame me?"
She eyes me thoughtfully. "Perhaps not," she says slowly, her gaze flickering for a second. But when she meets my eye once again, I note the way her pupils have dilated, how her breathing is a little more shallow, the way she subconsciously chews her lip; all signs that I know only too well.
Dipping my head down, I trace a finger across her cheek, my eyes shifting between hers and her mouth, her bottom lip just begging to be kissed and tugged. She arches against me, her kiss soft and warm, her hands sliding over my arms, nails scratching at the base of my neck as she mewls into my mouth.
"Let's be late," I breathe against her lips as I pull back. "Lexi… Please..."
But she shakes her head, rolling her eyes as her phone chirps from the bedroom. "Later. I promise."
She presses another, more chaste kiss to my lips before she tries to escape my embrace. She giggles as I pull her back to me, her hand sneaking up to rub at my lips, flashing me the faint red stain that she removes with her thumb.
"Ro..."
"Lexi..."
I squeeze her again and then let go, expecting her to step away and gather up her purse in preparation to leave. But to my surprise, her arms wrap around my torso, her cheek pressing against my chest. Grinning down at her, I set about pulling my hair back into a bun once again, this time managing to complete the task without distraction.
"Hey," I lean down and kiss her head. "We should go."
She nods, her arms still wrapped around me as we head back into the bedroom.
"You sure you're okay?" I ask again as she eases herself away from me and bends to pick up her shoes. "You've been kinda quiet since I got back this afternoon."
"Just keeping thinking about Shiv."
I glance over at her, watching as she fumbles with the strap of her shoe. "What about her?"
"I don't know. She said something earlier and it kinda bothered me."
"I thought you said–"
But she shakes her head. "Oh, no, it's not about them getting married. I mean, it is, but not like that. Trust me, I am beyond thrilled for her and Seth."
"So..." I prompt.
"I just feel like a shit friend. I mean, I get it, she didn't want to tell anyone because she didn't want to getting out and turning into a big deal, but the reason for it? It makes me feel awful because she didn't have to go through that alone. I could have been there for her. And then," she pauses for a deep breath. "And then I start thinking that maybe she didn't tell me because I was too wrapped up in Ella and she didn't feel like I had time for her."
She looks up at me and my heart starts to break as I take in her sad expression. "Lex… C'mon," I cross over to the bed and settle down beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "She didn't go through it alone."
"It's not the same," she murmurs.
"I know," I press a kiss to her temple. "But Seth supported her, Lex. He's doing all that he can to protect her from all that bullshit. They're a team, just like you and me and they help each other get through the tough times, just like you and I have done."
"I know. But it doesn't make me feel any better. I just feel useless. I feel like it was my chance to step up and prove to her that I can be the same friend that I've always been and always will be and I missed it. And after everything she did for me, for us, for Ella… It makes me feel even worse."
I chew my lip, debating whether to go there. "Remember before we found out about Ella?" I start tentatively.
Lex freezes in my arms for a second before nodding.
"Remember how you didn't want to tell anyone?"
She nods again slowly.
"Maybe that's how Shiv felt. I know," I add quickly. "I know it's not the same thing, but maybe there's a reason why she didn't tell you about what happened. Maybe she didn't want you to worry."
"But–"
"You said the exact same thing. You knew what her reaction would be and you didn't want to put that pressure on her. And guess what? We got through it together, just like Shiv and Seth have got through their problems as well." I squeeze her gently. "I get that you want to look out for your friend and I know that you've been feeling…" I search for the right words. "A little lost? About how you can be a mother and a wife and a best friend all at the same time? But you are all those things, Lex. You were a best friend and a girlfriend and then a best friend and a wife and you can be a best friend and a wife and a mother all at the same time."
"I'm being silly, aren't I?" Her voice is small, her fingers plucking at imaginary fluff on her skirt.
"No," I tell her. "You 're not silly at all. You're incredible, that's what you are. Because you might not realise it, but you're doing a damn fine job of being all those things and more, Lex. I look at you and I don't understand how you can switch so effortlessly between all those roles. You care so much about all of us and we all know it."
She rocks against me and I reach for her hand, drawing it up to my lips so I can kiss each knuckle softly. "Shiv knows what a good friend you are, Lex. But she has Seth, just like you have me. And sometimes there are certain things that they have to face together, alone, just like we do."
"I guess..." She twists her head up to face me. "Thank you. I didn't mean to start tonight like this. I'm sorry I keep flip-flopping like this and–"
"You have nothing to apologise to me for, baby girl. Your best friend just told you some amazing news and despite how happy that makes you, it's natural to worry about what she went through at the same time." I lean down and kiss her softly. "C'mon, let's go."
"I love you," she murmurs as I stand and turn, offering my hand out to her.
"Love you too, baby girl," I smile as she takes my hand.
"I really don't think this is a good idea," I groan as Dean slides a shot glass in front of me.
"We gotta toast our body, dude!"
"Didn't we do that already?" I look pointedly at the empty beer bottles that litter the table.
"One teeny tiny shot is not going to hurt your pretty little head," Dean grins as I raise the glass to inspect the lurid green liquid inside.
Seth slams his own, now empty, glass down on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in disgust. "What the hell, Ambrose? Did you pick the cheapest shit they had behind the bar?"
Dean frowns as he picks up his own glass and knocks it back. "C'mon, it's a bachelor party. What's a bachelor party without alcohol that could strip paint?"
"Again, this is not a bachelor party..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Dean looks over me. "Drink up."
Under duress, I drain the shot and quickly reach of my beer to wish away the rancid after-taste. Glancing sideways at Seth, I catch his eye. "If you ever want to get your own back, I am with you one hundred percent."
He nods with a wry smile. "Good to know."
"I'm sure it won't be long anyway," I grin.
"What won't be long?" Dean asks curiously.
"You and Becca."
"What about me and Becca?"
I tap my own wedding ring, my grin spreading as anticipate the cool brush-off, a shrug of the shoulders and a quick change of subject. But to my surprise, he just chuckles.
"What, no sarcastic comment, no telling us to fuck off?" Seth says in mock-shock.
"Good to know you've adopted your wife's sarcastic tendencies," Dean grunts in response, taking a swig of beer.
"Hey, it's cool, man," Seth reassures. "I'm happy for you."
"But," Dean continues, his finger pointing towards Seth and then me. "Don't you go getting any ideas. I ain't about to pop the question if that's where this headed."
I laugh. "Like he said, it's cool, bro. You and Becca seem pretty good at where you you're at."
Dean's gaze drops to the table, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah…" Raising his head, he glances between us. "I guess we all lucked out pretty well, huh?"
"Damn right," agrees Seth, raising his beer. "To us being lucky bastards."
"And to the amazing women who put up with us in the first place," I nod, lifting my own bottle in agreement.
"So," Dean drawls after a long swig. "This vacation you took Shiv on is putting us two to shame."
"Huh? How so?"
"That view, man. Looked pretty fucking spectacular from the photos."
"Yeah," Seth nods, an absentminded look coming over his face. "Spectacular is a good word for it."
I chuckle. "Something tells me that you weren't exactly concerned with the same view as Dean is."
"Yeah and what details do you remember from your honeymoon, bro?" Seth retorts with a laugh.
"My new wife throwing herself off a fucking bridge for starters," I groan at the memory. "I take it there were no adrenaline junkie acts on yours, given the injury?"
"Woah," Dean holds his hand up to stop Seth from answering. "Back up a second. Lex did a bungee jump on your honeymoon? Why is this the first time we're hearing about this?"
"Because the big dog didn't want to admit that his wife took the earliest opportunity to quite literally jump ship?" Seth laughs.
"Fuck you," I mutter under my breath. "She really wanted to do it and I didn't realise how serious she was about it–"
"Until she leapt into the void?" Dean sniggers. "Lex has gone up in my estimations. Chick's got balls."
"Bigger ones than her husband it seems," Seth adds before swiftly ducking my hand that threatens to collide with the back of his head. "Chill, bro. We all know heights ain't your thing."
"Wasn't even that," I say, shaking my head as I remember how I felt watching Lex step off the platform. "It was watching her falling and then the bungee rope going taut and making her whole body snap up and down again." I shudder. "The fun thing is, she got a video of the whole thing. So we can re-watch the entire thing on demand."
Dean snorts with laughter. "I guess we all know what we're watching the next time we all descend on Casa de Reigns."
I roll my eyes and take a long swig of beer. "Anyway, someone was clearly avoiding the subject."
"Nah, man. I was just proving a point," Seth shakes his head.
"I personally find it reassuring that it doesn't all go down hill after you put a ring on it," Dean comments.
"Well I'm glad I've managed to satisfy your curiosity," Seth shoots back dryly.
"Not just you, the big dog too," Dean winks at me. "We all saw you, bro. You can't keep your hands to yourself. Didn't take you and Lex long to get back in the saddle."
"We're good," I say firmly, unwilling to divulge anything more.
"Must be good to have some time together, just the two of you," Seth points out.
"Sure," I say, my mind starting to drift back to this morning in the bathroom. "Although even without Ella, we still seem to be interrupted."
Seth laughs. "My bad, bro. You could have just ignored my call."
I scrub a hand over my face. "I tried to. Lex thought it might be my parents calling about Ella."
"Shit, I'm sorry. Y'know, I told Siobhan that you guys were probably making the most of a lie-in," he grins.
"Something like that." I drain my beer. "Another round?"
I leave them to it, letting the conversation drift elsewhere and away from any further inquiries into mine and my wife's bedroom antics. But their comments, however innocent or however much in jest, have already caused my mind to start dissecting this morning's brief and interrupted tryst. What with the events that unfolded over brunch and then the countless media appearances this afternoon, I haven't been able to give what happened much thought.
I meant what I said; I'm more than happy for Lex to set the pace, to go at her speed rather than pushing too far myself and watching months of progress back-fire. This morning is possibly the closest we've come. Sure, there have been the odd moments here and there: extended make-out sessions on the couch, lazy kisses and touches whilst tucked up in bed or the long, drawn out date night dinners where I am, I hope, the perfect gentleman to Lex, but which always end in a steamy clinch in the car or against the front door. But nothing compared to this morning. For a few moments, it was just us. Like it's always been. It wasn't planned, it wasn't candles and soft lighting and sexy lingerie. It was spontaneous, off-the-cuff and after a few tentative seconds, uninhibited and comfortable. And fuck, it felt good. My spine tingles as I recall pressing her hand against my crotch, relishing in the way her fingers started to explore my length, the way her legs curled around my thighs, how she let me open her robe and explore myself, how her breathless little moans filled the room as I took one breast and then the other into my mouth.
Yet, as always, the interruption was always going to be inevitable. But when I murmured that it wasn't over, her eyes darkened and she nodded, her cheeks heating. It gave me hope that this wasn't just a one-off, that even if this was our new level, she was happy to go back there. A hope that was re-affirmed with three words before we left for the evening:
"Later. I promise."
I can't even begin to fathom what promise those words hold. Especially when they came out of her lips, slicked in the familiar red. Red that has always made its way onto my own lips as she kisses them hungrily, onto my shirt-collars when she misses my neck in her eagerness, onto my chest, my hip… My dick. I grip the edge of the bar firmly, pushing that last image out of my mind just as firmly. I refuse to get ahead of myself. Because whilst said promise could mean fully rekindling that aspect of our marriage, I'm also strangely nervous at the prospect. Because all I want to do is put her at ease and not let it show that perhaps, I'm just as nervous about this as she is. A second's hesitation on my part could put us back to square one and that's the last thing I want to do. Not because of my owns needs and desires, but for Lex's sake. I've made so many promises to her, ever since we discussed the prospect of a family and I don't want to fall short of that. I owe her that much at least, given all that she has done, both physically and mentally.
All I want to do is prove to her that we can still be everything we always were. The couple that teases back and forth, in more ways than one, always knowing what the line is, always with a reassuring glint in the eye or a soft, upwards curl of the lip. The couple that once didn't leave a hotel room for 24 hours because every time one of us moved any further than the bathroom, the other always pulled them back into bed. The couple that can lie in each others arms and discuss endless topics for hours on end, without even a hint of sexual undertone despite both being completely naked. The couple that isn't afraid to ask for what they want, to give what the other wants, testing boundaries on countless occasions, yet always safe in the knowledge that respect and trust is paramount on both sides. The couple who helps each other through all the highs and lows that come our way, picking each other up, dusting each other down and tackling whatever might come our way, with her hand in mine and mine in hers. That's who we've always been.
I look up to see the barman approach to take my order. As he sets about opening three bottles of beer, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Drawing it out, a smile tugs at my lips as I see Lex's name flash up once and then twice. But I don't get a chance to read any further as the barman places the beers in front of me. Gripping the necks of the bottles between my fingers, I head back to the table, my other hand eagerly unlocking my phone.
The first message is a photo of a napkin, the name of the club slightly blurry, but her message beneath is plain and simple.
Come find us xx
I chuckle to myself as I retake my seat and slide the beers towards Seth and Dean.
"What's up with you?" Seth comments as I continue to thumb at my phone, scrolling down to her next message, a video this time.
It's hard to see, but Lex's outline is clear as she rolls her hips to the pounding music that vibrates through my phone. Her face ducks closer to the camera and I can hear her giggle, her mouth pouting briefly before she blows a kiss before twisting away, the camera lens dropping slightly to focus on her ass before the frame freezes.
I can hear Dean sniggering, a dry observation from Seth, but all I can think about is Lex, how good she felt this morning, how good she would feel in my arms right now, how good it would be to feel her ass pressed against my crotch, her hips rolling against mine, her hands sliding mine over her body, her head rocking back against my chest, my shoulder, those red lips offering themselves to me, begging to be kissed, sucked, bitten.
A clicking of fingers.
Blinking, I glance up and see Dean lower his hand. "What?"
He stares at me incredulously before he points at my phone. "Everything okay?"
But before I can answer, both his and Seth's phone buzz loudly on the table. I watch as they flip them over, smirks slowly spreading before they look back up.
"Last one here?"
"Fuck yes."
"We're never going to find them," Seth grumbles as head inside the club. "Where do we even start?"
To our left is the bar area, the queue already four or five deep in places. The queue gives way to a packed dance floor and I'm already scanning the figures on the outskirts of the floor, but none of them look familiar. To our right is a staircase, leading to who knows where. Groups of all sizes are tripping their way up and down them, calling out to each other over the loud music, gesturing for more drinks.
Dean shrugs in response to Seth, heading left through the sea of people. Despite my height and our proximity to the dance floor, it's hard to see over the crowd, the dim lighting around the lounge area casting everyone into shadow, whilst the bright lights above the dance floor, twist and turn, making it almost impossible to pick out any discernible faces. The music is loud, pumping out some pop song that's been playing non-stop on the local radio, a song that Lex always turns off because she finds it irritating.
"They're not here," I shout over the music at Dean. "Let's try upstairs."
He nods, his eyes still searching the dance floor as we make our way back through the throng of people and up the stairs. It's slow progress and I can feel Seth getting more agitated behind me as I lead the way. With a smirk, I wonder what was in the text from Siobhan that has made him seemingly more eager than me to find the girls. The staircase suddenly widens and we find ourselves on the edge of another bar area. I scan the sea of heads, still unable to see Lex.
"Maybe they moved on," Seth calls out.
But Dean shakes his head. "Nah, Becca sorted them out bottle service."
"Then why the fuck are we looking in the bar area?" Seth snaps back.
Casting my eyes upwards, I see there's a balcony above the dance floor and in the dimness I spot a row of booths. All I can see is the legs and feet of the occupants, the occasional sashay of the VIP bar staff as they check on each booth. Taking a step further towards the dance floor, my eyes keep moving until...
I see her leg first, the slit of her skirt exposing her thigh as she exits a booth. She turns, scooping up her drink before she steps towards the balcony, her head nodding along to the music. She leans against the rail, one hand sliding through her loose hair as she looks around the dance floor below her. I watch as her gaze drops to her drink and she takes a long sip through the straw, her nails tapping against the glass in time with the heavy beat.
I nudge Seth, nodding towards Lex. "Upstairs."
He's already pushing his way through the crowd to the second staircase, leaving me to point out Lex to Dean as well and we both follow his lead, albeit at a slower pace. As we round the corner of the circular staircase, I can already see Seth approaching the booth, his arm circling around Siobhan's shoulders. She jumps at the touch, but when she turns, I can already see the wide grin spreading across her face as she pulls him close and whispers in his ear, laughing as she moves further into the booth to allow him to sit as well.
Lex leans against the balcony as I approach, her eyes travelling slowly up my own body as she slowly twirls the straw in her glass, white teeth flashing at me as her bottom lip slowly disappears and then reappears as her eyes reach my crotch. Her head tilts slowly to one side as I close the space between us, her gaze climbing to my chest, my neck before she finally meets my eye.
"You found us." Her voice is like silk as she presses against me, her mouth against my ear lobe.
Her hand curls around the back of my neck, her hair tickling my cheek before she captures my lips in a soft kiss. Her tongue dips into my mouth and I can taste vodka, a whisper of tequila, a hint of lime. My hands find her hips, pulling her closer still before one hand creeps up her back to cup the back of her head whilst the other slips daringly south. She whines softly against me as my fingers drift over the curve of her ass, her nails scratching gently at the nape of my neck.
Her hips slip in my hands, her body continuing to move along with the music as she pulls back from the kiss. She gives me a shy grin, her eyes ducking down before slowly climbing back up again. Her breath is warm against my cheek, my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I missed you."
She pulls back, chewing her lip almost nervously. Reaching out, I brush my thumb across her cheek before cupping her face and leaning down to her.
"Missed you too, Lexi."
She shivers against me, the grin less shy, her hips more brazen in my hands.
"Dance with me."
It's a statement, rather than a question, her hands already reaching for mine, ready to push me back towards the staircase that leads to the dance floor below. I let her, remembering all the other times that she's lead me onto the dance floor and how all of those nights have ended. But just as before, I refuse to get ahead of myself, even if she is making it difficult to think of anything else, what with her ass pressing firmly against my crotch as we pause at the top of the stairs. Her head lolls against my shoulder, her lips moving slightly as she sings along with whatever song this is.
Glancing behind me, I can see Seth see absorbed in Siobhan, whilst Dean and Becca are nowhere to be seen. Lex tugs on my hand and we move forward, her fingers slipping between mine, her wedding and engagement rings scraping against my own as she pulls me down the stairs. Her body slams against mine as we reach the bottom and press through the crowd, Lex leading the way to the centre of the dance floor.
Her head nods along with the beat, her hips rolling against me as she covers my hands with her own and directs them onto her body. My palms slide over her skirt, her fingers curling over mine, encouraging to tug it a little higher. I groan inwardly as I feel the tips of my fingers touch bare skin, the slit in her skirt revealing the top most part of her thigh to me. She grinds back more firmly, her head dropping forward as she arches her back and then rolls her body back towards me, glancing over her shoulder as she does. I let one hand glide up her side, smirking as she shivers and presses against me. I slide my fingers through her hair, pulling it to one side, exposing her neck to me. Dropping my own head, I press a soft kiss to the bare skin, my eyes slowly closing as I inhale her perfume. She arches against me once again, her hands reaching to grab at my hips this time as she grinds steadily along with the beat, forcing my knees to bend slightly, making me move along with her.
But as always, I'm not complaining. I'm just relishing in having her in my arms, feeling her move against me, encouraging me to do the same. I'm only half-aware of our surroundings, of the other people on the dance floor. My only focus is Lex and how good it feels to finally be just us. We could be anywhere: alone in our bedroom at home, in the kitchen, back in the hotel room or right here in the middle of packed nightclub, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that this feels right. It feels like it did when we first met, when we started dating, when we got married. She fits perfectly against me, my body responding like it always has done to her touch and vice versa. She feels relaxed, less conscious about her body with the way she's letting my hands roam up and down her sides and over her hips and waist.
Lex twists in my arms, her own circling around my neck as she presses against me. Her fingers tickle my hairline and she gives me a coy smile as the music changes. The beat is slower and her hips slowly change rhythm as she murmurs along with the lyrics, her head nodding along too as she catches my eye and grins. Her fingers tap along my shoulder, her palms spreading over their width before she slowly slides them down to my biceps. With a smirk, I flex them, watching as the lights focus on us long enough for me to see her eyes widen and darken. I hold my breath as I sink a hand lower again to her ass, squeezing softly. Her eyes flicker up to mine and I swear I can feel a small gasp of air leave her as she holds my gaze.
Dipping my head down, I capture her lips briefly, feeling a moan vibrate through her as I nip at her bottom lip. Pulling back, I kiss her cheek, cupping the back of her head as I find her ear.
"Lexi..."
My tongue flicks across her ear lobe, causing her fingers to dig into my arms in response.
"Please, Lexi..."
For a brief second, she doesn't respond and I wonder if she hasn't heard me or if she's unsure what I'm asking for. And to be honest, I'm not sure either. All I want to do is get out of here, go back to the hotel room and spend the rest of the night with her and only her.
"Lex–" I start to say, but she interrupts me with a nod. A shiver rolls down my spine as she pulls back and stares up at me. I watch as she swallows, her eyes unreadable in the dim light, but her second nod is unmistakably clear. As is the way her hand grips mine as she pulls me back through the crowd.
I jump as I feel Lex's hand slide underneath the back of my shirt, her nails gently scratching just above the waistband of my pants. Glancing over my shoulder, I raise an eyebrow watching as she mimics me and then giggles. Turning, I lean against the hotel room, casting a glance either side of us to make sure the rest of the corridor is clear.
"Behave, Lexi."
Her eyes dance as she slides her other hand under my shirt as well. "Or what?"
I groan quietly. "You know what."
Her nails dig in a little deeper and I have to stop myself from growling, my dick twitching inside my pants as she presses her body flush against me. "Perhaps I need reminding."
I look down at her, my heart pounding. "Lex..."
She smiles softly. "Please, Ro."
"Baby girl," I breathe back. "You don't have to plead with me."
"I know." Her eyes darken. "But I also know you like it."
I shake my head. "Not tonight. I'm going to give you anything you want. You name it, you've got it."
She nods slowly. "I just want you, Ro. I just want us."
Cupping her face, I lean down and press my forehead against hers, licking my lips as I hear the hitch in her breathing. "You got me, Lex."
"Just..." she starts, before shaking her head.
"Tell me."
"Slow," she murmurs. "I need you to be slow."
I nod. "Anything for you, baby girl."
She holds my gaze and I see the hesitancy in her eyes, mixed in with the want and the longing. "Shit..." She exhales.
"What?"
"I feel…" She shakes her head again. "It's stupid."
"Tell me."
"I feel like it's my first time all over again."
I chuckle. "Me too."
"And how did that go?"
"It was fantastically awful," I grin. "You?"
"Hurt like hell. I just laid there thinking 'is this it?'"
My arms circle around her. "That bad huh?"
"The worst. I swear I didn't do it again for a long time."
"So what changed?"
She grins. "I got a better boyfriend."
"Showed you some tricks?"
Lex blushes. "You could say that. What about you?"
"Well they say practice makes perfect."
"Sure does."
"And a summer fling was very… patient with me."
She smirks. "I've always wondered where you learnt how to use that tongue of yours."
Now it's my turn to my blush. "Take it you approve?"
Her nails dig in once again. "I thought you'd know that by now."
"Perhaps," I breathe against her lips. "Perhaps I need reminding."
She clings to me as I slip the key card into the lock and push open the door, her mouth finding mine as it closes behind us. I'm hungry for her, starved in fact, falling over myself to get rid of my shoes as we stumble back towards the bed. It's the opposite of slow and as she falls back onto the sheets, I make a point of not following her.
She stares up at me curiously, anxiety flickering behind her eyes. "Ro..."
"Every inch," I murmur, watching as her eyes darken once again.
Reaching down, I draw up her right leg, slowly easing back the skirt until it pools around her waist. I watch as her hands scramble to move the material over her crotch and I'm half-tempted to stop her. But I decide against it, wanting to keep her comfortable, not wishing to push her beyond what her comfort zone currently is. So instead, I focus on her leg, letting her foot rest against my shoulder as I slowly unbuckle the strap of her shoe and tug it free. My hand slides over her foot, her ankle, softly tugging so that she slips a little further down the bed.
My dick stirs again as I recall the countless times I've fucked her in this very position, her leg flush against my body as I watched my dick slip in and out of her at a steady pace, her breasts moving back and forth with every thrust. Pressing my lips to her ankle, I pull her further down the bed again until her other leg is fully hanging off the edge, her skirt now fully bunched around her waist. My hand slides down her upright leg, over her knee, spreading over her thigh, my eyes on her face.
Her eyes flicker shut for a second, before opening slowly, a hazy look within them as my fingers drift over her inner thigh. Her body jerks slightly at my touch, making me want to touch in the same place again and again. Leaning down, I bend her leg slightly and press my lips to the outside of her knee, smiling as she gasps beneath me. Her leg slips from my grasp, but I'm already reaching for the other, repeating the same actions. Only this time when I kiss her knee, my tongue tickles the flesh as well, releasing a soft moan from her lips.
I crawl over her, my hands cupping her head as I kiss her softly, breathlessly. Her hands clutch at my shirt as she lets her legs part so I can settle between them. Her hair is soft between my fingers and I groan as I remember how thrilling it always was to clutch at big handfuls whilst her mouth covered my dick or to wrap its length around my fist as I pounded into her from behind, her shouts and moans and whimpers always making me thrust harder, faster. And as I scoop large handfuls away from her face and neck, she moans softly into my mouth and it takes all my strength not to tear the clothes from both our bodies.
Tilting her head back, I adorn her neck with a never-ending amount of kisses and soft bites, each one tugging a different sound from her throat. Her hands continue to clutch at the hem of my shirt, slowly drawing it further up my back. I groan against her throat as a nail scrapes along my spine, a hissed curse slipping from my lips as she hits a particular sensitive spot. Glancing up, I watch her eyes flicker closed, a satisfied smirk plastered across her face as she repeats the movement, only this time a growl spills from me. Her eyes snap open and she stares down at me, her cheeks flushing.
"You okay?" I murmur.
She nods. "I… I've missed that."
"Missed what?" I say in between soft, sweet kisses along her jawline.
"That sound."
"Yeah?" I reach her ear, teeth nipping at the soft lobe and earning a small whimper from her. "I've missed that," I growl.
"Ro..."
My hand slips to her waist, slowly pulling at her shirt. "Lex..."
Steadying myself above her, I hold her gaze as my hand slips slowly underneath her shirt, my fingers softly stroking at her side. Watching for any signs of hesitation, I let them drift across her stomach, groaning as I feel the heated flesh beneath my finger tips.
"Breathe," I whisper as I feel her body tense. "You're beautiful, Lexi. Trust me. Please."
She slowly exhales, her body starting to relax and I'm careful to keep my fingers where they are, not wishing to move and start to explore further until she's full relaxed.
"Tell me when you're ready," I murmur as I press my lips to hers briefly. "We can do just this, baby girl. Or we can take a step back, it's up to you. I just… I just want you to be comfortable."
Her hand slips from my back, reaching up instead to cup my face. "I don't deserve you."
I twist my head and press my lips to her fingers. "Why do you say that?"
"You're too patient."
I smile. "I just want you to be happy, Lex."
Her head tilts to one side as she holds my gaze. "I am happy, Ro."
"Good."
"And… I'm ready."
"Lex–"
"I'm ready, Ro. Please..." She reaches up and pulls me down into a heated kiss. My fingers flicker across an unexplored part of her stomach and she kisses me harder, willing me on as I retreat to start tugging her shirt up her body, over her breasts, her head.
Without hesitation, I head south, pressing fevered kisses to her neck once again, whilst she arches her back and allows my hands to slip underneath and flick open the clasp of her bra. Tugging the item away from her body, I lower my mouth at once to her breast, my tongue flicking over the semi-hard nipple. Lex gasps, her legs curling around the back of my thighs as she arches again, not willing to let my mouth move away. So I feast on her breast, worshipping its size, its roundness. My teeth scrape gently against her nipple and she hisses and yelps, but her hands grip the back of my head. Reaching up, I cup the back of her head as I continue to wet her breast with my mouth, my thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth before my hand sinks back down to grasp her other breast. Squeezing it firmly, I flick my thumb across its nipple before I shift my attention fully, covering it with my mouth and sucking firmly.
Lex's breathing is ragged, her chest heaving as I continue to grope and fondle both her breasts, my mouth moving between them until they are satisfyingly wet, her tight nipples glistening up at me. Her bottom lip is plump, her cheeks flushed as I look back up at her with a sly smirk.
"More?" I murmur as I ease myself down her body, my tongue sliding over the underside of her breast.
"More," she confirms in a breathless whisper.
I press warm, open-mouthed kisses to the top of her stomach, slowly working my way down to her belly button. Glancing back up at Lex's face, I smile as I meet her gaze. Her stomach still carries a softness to it, but I don't care. For me, it's a reminder of how incredible her body is, how amazing it was to see her carry my child, our beautiful daughter. I remember how conscious she was of her bump at first, how she told me how upset she was when she first realised her body was changing and how I changed her mind by being completely over the moon at the first appearance of her bump. And now, almost a year later, it's my chance to change her mind once again by embracing her post-pregnancy body, to show her that she is still beautiful to me, that an extra softness here and there is nothing to be ashamed of and that in fact, it's a trophy of her body's fantastic achievement. And I'm not just saying that or going through the motions. I truly believe it.
I circle her belly button with the tip of tongue, grinning as she squirms beneath me. My fingers tickle down the sides of her stomach, seeking out the stretch marks, making sure to cover every single one with the tips of my fingers before I move and cover each one again with my tongue.
A hand slides over the back of my head and I glance back up to see Lex chewing her lip.
"You okay, baby girl?"
She nods.
"What's with the lip-biting?" I reach up and tug at her bottom lip.
"Your kisses tickles."
"Sorry," I whisper. "But I can't help it."
"Help what?"
"This." I press another kiss to her stomach. "It's amazing, Lexi."
"What is?"
"What you did." I stare back up at her. "I know I keep saying this, but thank you."
She gives me a shy grin. "You played a part too."
"I think my part was over pretty quickly in comparison."
She shakes her head. "No. You did so much more than just that. I couldn't have done it without you, Ro."
"You did all the work though, baby girl." Another kiss, this time below her belly button, my fingers at the waistband of her skirt.
I'm expecting a resistance, a slight hint of hesitation at the very least, but she raises her hips on her own accord, allowing my fingers to slip underneath and seek out the zip. I ease it down slowly, before gripping the bunched up material and pulling it further down her legs. Rocking back on my heels, I tug her legs up and slide the skirt from them, tossing it over my shoulder.
"Ro..."
"What?"
She reaches out and tugs at my shirt. "Get rid of this."
I grin as I cross my arms and pull my shirt up over my head. "Better?"
She nods with a grin, her hand pressing against my own stomach. My dick, which has been quietly throbbing since we tumbled onto the bed, kicks into a second gear, pulsing hard as Lex's hand slides along the waistband of my pants.
"These too?" I ask.
She nods again.
I fumble with my belt and then the button and zipper, exhaling as some of the pressure on my straining dick is released. But then Lex's hand slips inside my pants and the pressure is back as her palm slides over my length.
"Fuck… Lexi..."
"All me, right?" she murmurs.
"Hell yes," I tell her. "Every inch, baby girl. Every inch, all because of you."
Leaning back down, I press a chaste kiss once again to her stomach, before I slide further down between her thighs. Slowly, I ease them apart, resting them on my shoulders. Twisting my head, I kiss the heated skin delicately, tickling it with my lips and noticing how Lex's gasps and whimpers change pitch and volume with every touch. God, it feels good to hear those sounds again. They fill the room as I blaze a path up to the join between thigh and torso and then move across to the other side and work my way back down.
But as my fingers reach up to grip the waistband of my panties, her hands find mine.
"Ro..."
I glance up and see the look of trepidation in her eye. "Baby girl, it's–"
"Please, Ro."
I let her hands guide me away, let her pull me back up until my face is level with hers. "I was there, Lex."
"Exactly."
"Seriously, baby girl, it doesn't bother me."
"But it bothers me," she says quietly.
"Okay," I murmur, kissing her forehead. "It's okay."
"I don't want to stop," she whispers. "I'm just not ready for that."
"Hey," I tilt her head up to meet my eyes. "Your pace, remember?"
She nods.
"Can I..." I let a hand slide back down her body, my finger skimming over the waistband of her panties. "I just wanna make you feel good, baby girl."
She chews her lip for a second and then nods. I smile reassuringly, my fingers slowly exploring her through her panties. Dipping between her thighs, I seek out the small damp patch and rub gently, my smile widening as she lets out a small sigh, her eyes drifting shut.
"Feel good?" I ask her.
"Yeah," she exhales slowly, her eyebrows drawing together slightly. "Higher… Please."
"For you, baby girl..." I lean down and kiss her as my fingers slip higher as requested until I find her clit.
She gasps as I circle it with the tip of my finger, slowly closing in before I change to my thumb and start to gentle stroke through her panties. Her eyes squeeze shut as she lets out another gasp, her body jerking beneath me.
"Better?"
She nods, her head rocking to the side as she fists the sheets with one hand, whilst her other grips the back of my head, her finger digging into my previously neat knot of hair. Ducking my head down, I find a nipple and suck firmly, whilst my free hand slips down to clutch at her thigh, pushing it down onto the bed, whilst I use my own legs to pin down the other. She arches again as I pick up the pace on her clit and then when I slow again, she whines.
"Tease..."
I let go of her nipple with a soft pop. "That's just the start, baby girl."
Her eyes flicker open and I hold her gaze as I cover her breast again with my mouth, moaning as my tongue circles her nipple. I change fingers again on her clit, slowing once again before my fingers dip south again and I feel the damp patch has increased in size. Pulling back from her breast, I swallow thickly before I let my hand slide back up to the waistband.
"Lex, please… I don't wanna hurt you."
"Ro..."
I kiss her softly. "Tell me if it hurts."
She looks up at me hesitantly and then gives me a small nod. "Okay..."
My hand slips inside the waistband, my fingers brushing over the small strip of hair. I capture her mouth once again in an attempt to distract and relax, but her fingers still dig into my arm as I slowly trace her sex with the tips of my fingers. She's tense beneath me, holding onto a breath that she refuses to let go as I gently explore, reacquainting myself with her most intimate parts. One finger slides over her opening and I groan into her mouth as I feel her wetness. I spread her softly, my finger gathering the wetness before moving up to circle her clit. She whimpers into my mouth, her body slowly relaxing as I rub her clit with the tip of my finger, the barely there touch causing her to pull away and gasp loudly for air.
"Like that, baby girl?" I murmur against her cheek, shifting my hand so my thumb is on her clit and my fingers can continue to spread her wetness.
"Yeah," she moans back. "Ro..."
I push a finger slowly inside her, groaning as I feel her pussy close tightly around it. "Shit, Lexi."
Her nails scrape over my arm, her body arching at the intrusion. Leaving her thigh to do as it pleases, I raise my hand and cup her cheek, my thumb stroking gently as I start to ease my finger in and out of her.
"Breathe, baby girl."
Slowly, but surely, she starts to relax beneath me. My thumb continues to rub her clit, my mouth covering hers in hot, fevered kisses, in between which I tell her over and over again how fucking beautiful she is. Her body arches slightly as I increase the pace of both my thumb and finger, both working in unison as her cheeks start to flush and her eyes squeeze shut. I sink lower to her breasts, squeezing, sucking, biting as she lets out a loud moan, followed by short whimpers that build and build.
"Don't stop," she gasps as her body arches once again, her feet scrambling on the sheets.
"Never," I promise, my voice gravelly as her squirming leg rubs against my boxer-clad dick. My finger slips inside of her with more ease and I rub a second at her entrance, watching her face carefully as I push it inside with the other.
A rumbling moan vibrates through her body, her hand in my hair yanking thick strands loose as she forces her breasts up into my face. I greet them with renewed passion, happy to do anything she needs to get off at my touch. All I want her to do is focus on the pleasure, to forget about her hang ups, her anxiety about what pregnancy and child birth has done to her body and we're so agonisingly close to achieving that. Her body arches again and I can feel her pussy clamp down once again on my fingers as her head rocks from side to side, her hair sticking to her flushed face.
"Ro!"
She gasps for air, her body frozen for a second before she collapses, trembling uncontrollably. Easing my hand out of her panties, I gather her in my arms, rolling onto my side so she can curl against me. I press my lips to her forehead, my fingers sliding through her hair as she breathes hard and fast against my chest.
"Lexi… Talk to me."
Her mouth presses against my chest and I smile. Her head slowly tilts back and I take in her hazy gaze, the red cheeks, the swollen lips.
"More?" I murmur.
She nods.
"Okay."
I roll her onto her back once again and then move back, stripping away my pants and boxers. I watch as her eyes flicker south, her tongue darting to wet her lips and I chuckle. "You look like you wanna eat me up, baby girl."
She blushes, her eyes darting away.
"Hey," I reach out and pull her gaze back to me. "I ain't complaining..."
"Where are you going?" she murmurs as I step towards to the bathroom.
"Protection," I grin with a wink.
"Oh," she looks embarrassed. "I should have thought about that."
"It's okay. I did," I say over my shoulder as I duck into the bathroom and grab a condom from my wash bag. When I step back into the bedroom, she's propped up on her elbows, her lower half completely bare.
"You planned ahead," she comments as I kneel on the edge of the bed.
I grin sheepishly. "Thought it was better to be prepared."
She reaches out and stills my hand as I start to tear open the wrapper. "Thank you."
I shrug, watching as she pulls the wrapper from me and finishes what I started. I'm about to respond when her hand slides over my dick and all comprehensible words disappear from my mind.
"Fuck..."
She grins proudly up at me, her head cocked to one side as she watches my face. Her thumb rubs at the tip and I curse again, louder this time as she tightens her fist. I almost let out a whine of my own as she lets go and eases herself up onto her knees as well. Edging closer, she presses an open-mouthed kiss to the tattooed side of my chest, her hand finding my dick again and stroking firmly for a few seconds before she rolls the condom over its length.
My hands slip to her hips as hers slide back over my stomach and up to my chest and shoulders. I slowly ease her back onto the bed, my mouth on her neck as I settle between her thighs. My dick jerks against her as I reach between us and slide my fingers over her slick entrance once again.
"Slow," I murmur. "Until you say otherwise."
She nods, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as I start to guide the tip of my dick inside her. She flinches as I push inside her and I immediately still, watching her face.
"It's okay," she breathes. "Keep going."
I slip a little further inside her, groaning loudly at the sensation. Shit, it really does feel like my first time all over again, my eagerness threatening to get the best of me once again. I squeeze my eyes shut as I take a deep breath and steady myself.
Lex's fingers dance over my cheek. "Ro… Look at me."
She slowly comes into focus, her hair spread out on the bed like a goddess, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling. "You okay?"
I nod. "You?"
She smiles, but I can see a flicker of pain in her eyes.
"Lex..."
"Slow," she tells me.
I nod and start to move again, sinking further inside her, pausing every few seconds to give her time to adjust. I can feel sweat gathering on my forehead as I fight to hold myself steady as Lex takes slow, deep breaths. Her hand slides around the back of my head, pulling me down as she raises herself up and I bite my lip as I feel her press a kiss to my hot skin.
Her leg curls over mine as I reach the hilt and pause again, breathing hard as she shifts beneath me. Her heat engulfs me, my dick throbbing inside her as she gives me a soft smile.
"Move."
I don't need telling twice. My hips roll slowly against hers and she lets out a moan that makes my heart leap. Her hands move up to grasp the back of my head as she manoeuvres my mouth to hers. Her fingers finally free all my hair from its knot and I groan as she tugs at it, pulling my head back, her mouth slipping to my chin.
Despite the prolonged build up, the hesitation, the caution, it's just like before. She's still clinging to me, attacking me with her mouth, the sounds escaping her body still doing wonders to my ego. I clutch at the sheets next to her head as I rock my hips faster and harder, smirking to myself as she arches in response, her head dropping back. I reach out and grasp at her breast, squeezing as I adjust my position and then cover the heated flesh with my mouth. Nails scrape against my scalp, down my back as she urges me on.
"More," she breathes against my forehead.
My arms slide under her and I roll, taking her with me. Steadying her on top of me, I slowly sit up, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass. She stares down at me, her hands cupping my face as she slowly rocks her hips. I match her pace, my eyes closing as she leans down to kiss me. One hand moves to my knee and her pace quickens, her mouth leaving mine with a soft moan.
"Shit..." Her mouth twists into a small 'O', her head tipping back as her hips thrust forward. She grips my shoulder as she rises and falls on my dick, her feet tucking under my thighs.
"You okay?" I murmur as I cup the back of her head and pull her against me.
"Yes," she hisses. "Aw, shit, Ro..."
"You feel amazing, baby girl..."
Her eyes squeeze shut, a look of concentration taking over her features as she grinds down a little harder. My fingers dig into her ass cheek and she whimpers in response. Bending my knees slightly, I raise her up on my dick and start to help her in her rhythm. A flicker of a smile, a brief flash of dark eyes.
"Feel good?"
She nods, her grip tightening on my knee and shoulder. Her fast and shallow breathing is hot against my cheek as I nip at her jaw, her neck. I can feel her body starting to tighten, her moans getting louder. And then:
"Ro… Help me."
I press a chaste kiss to her lips. "Anything for you, baby girl," I remind her before wetting my fingers and letting my hand sink between our bodies.
She cries out as my fingers brush over her clit and I waste no time with teasing. Her body arches, my hand moving to grip her lower back as her movements become more erratic. Her breasts bounce in front of my face, my tongue flicking over one nipple and then the other as I rub her clit and push her towards her climax.
I pull her close as her body jerks and goes taut, my fingers still moving, my tongue still lapping at her breast, my hips still rutting against hers. She lets out a loud sob as she collapses against me and I pause in my actions as we fall back onto the sheets. Her hair sticks to her forehead as I press a kiss against her cheek, both hands on her back as I rub slow, soothing circles until she stops trembling in my arms.
Rolling her onto her back, I take up a slow pace once more, my mouth alternating between her lips and her neck as I start to chase down my own climax. I smile down at her as she opens one eye, her hands climbing up my arms. She starts to pull back long strands of my hair so she can see my face fully. Her hand slides over my head, gathering the sweat and slicking my hair back fully as I groan and growl above her. Her eyes sparkle whenever the latter escapes me, so I do it deliberately, relishing in the way she tightens around my length.
"Lexi..."
She tugs harder at my hair as I thrust into her, another growl escaping me as blood rushes south and my vision starts to blur. I call her name, let out a string of expletives as I pulse inside her before collapsing on top of her.
Lex's hand releases its firm grip on my hair, her fingers light in their touch as she strokes my shoulders and nuzzles at my cheek. Raising myself up onto my elbows, I look down at her with a bleary-eyed smile.
"Hey," she murmurs.
"Hey."
Her fingers brush over my cheek and move my head so I can capture the tips between my lips. She smiles back at me, her head rocking to the side as I roll off of her and dispose of the condom. She shivers as I pull her back into my arms, my hands sliding up and down her back as she nestles against me.
"I'm sorry about before."
I look down at her in surprise. "Sorry? For what?"
"For putting this off for so long."
I shake my head. "No need to apologise. It was worth the wait," I grin.
She goes to open her mouth again and then closes it.
"Lex… Tell me."
"It was. Worth the wait, I mean. But I just wish we'd done it sooner. Ro, I've missed us so much and I feel silly for all the times I didn't let you go further because I was worried of what you'd think of…. Well, everything. And earlier, when you wanted to go down on me? I should have trusted you. I just–"
"It's okay," I tell her softly. "I told you, I'm happy to go at your pace."
"I'm starting to believe what you say," she murmurs. "What you say about how I look. I didn't at first. The irrational side of my brain didn't want to, but you were so… Persistent, shall we say, that I started to think that maybe you were telling me the truth. That coupled with the fact that you could never seem to keep your hands to yourself."
I chuckle. "Yeah, it seems that hasn't gone unnoticed by other people..."
She grins. "Shiv and Becca said the same thing… And I kinda confided in them."
"And what did they say?"
"That if they looked like me after giving birth, they would consider themselves incredibly lucky," she blushes. "And that a guy who can't keep his hands to himself even after watching you give birth is definitely a keeper."
I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. "So I take it I'm a keeper?"
She giggles. "Yeah, you'll do."
"She builds me up, she tears me down," I chuckle.
Reaching up, she cups my cheek. "You're a keeper, Ro. No doubt about it."
"Likewise, baby girl."
She slides away from me with a grin, reaching for my shirt and slipping it over her head. She disappears into the bathroom for a few seconds and I can hear the tap running. And then she's back with two glasses of water.
Handing one over, she clinks hers against it. "A toast."
I raise an eyebrow. "To what?"
"Being us."
I smile. "To being us."
A/N: Next up is Shiv/Seth. See you all soon. x
