All because of us

10

Lexie POV:

Am I dreaming?

I feel like I'm stuck in an orbit. The time in space feels like one hour yet in reality it's been years. That's how my mind is processing certain events that have occurred. My body is in its current state but my mind is in a completely different dimension.

It's consumed by one thought and one thought only.

I don't think I could ever articulate in words or in writing of how I'm truly feeling. Every time I try to do a certain task, it's a remembrance of what took my breath away. It's a memory that keeps replaying unceasingly; a memory I don't want to forget nor could I even if I tried.

Last night feels like a dream. A dream that I would totally want to make my reality because I've never felt so wanted, so seen.

Bren took care of me in ways I don't think anyone has ever bothered to. It's sad really, the one person who's been in front of me all these years has been the one to make me completely surrender a part of myself that I didn't think I would ever do again.

Last night... was only a mere glimpse of what it could be like to be with him. And I know that that small minuscule momentary lapse of judgment... is all it was. We were so consumed in each other... compelled in lust that we didn't think of the consequences—at least I didn't.

We haven't looked at each other since. Putting it simply, it's only been about twelve hours, and yet, I feel like I'm still there in that room. The room, that one fleeting moment—that altered everything.

My heart beats incredibly fast that I'm surprised I haven't collapsed right here with the way he's looking at me right now.

My mind can't still process that I Lexie, started to touch Bren. That Bren, touched me. And here I am laying on the bed we're sharing for the weekend practically exposed, panting and admiring, watching him stroke his cock.

I didn't think a visual like this could be so erotic so.. enticing. I mean I've seen porn, I've been with other men, but nothing could have prepared me for something as so sensual as watching him touch himself. The veins on his hands grasping his cock in such a way that makes me feverish.

The act itself makes my body burn entirely, flames igniting on every surface of my skin, burning it's way through my core to my heart. One thought that makes me frightened of the future is; will the burn be too much? My brain will be fried, my skin will be severed, and my poor heart will be shredded to ashes. I don't want to feel that way, I don't want to be vulnerable, nonetheless, I'm terrified that that's where it's headed.

"Lexie." He grunts, picking up his pace making me spiral out of my thoughts.

I sit up and get on all fours crawling up to him. I don't want to think. I just want to savor the moment. If I get one chance to live this moment, I choose this one. And so I do.

I sit back on the heels of my feet, craning my neck to look up at him. "May I?"

He blinks, and then blinks again in stupefaction that I would be bold. You don't know me yet baby. "Uh, only if you want to."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't." I cheekily say, biting on my lower lip, smiling and bringing up one hand enveloping it around his thick cock.

I've seen many dicks in my lifetime. Don't judge me. It's true, but this one, specifically leaves me speechless. I know he's impeccably tall, but I didn't think to question the severity of his size. I've never been with a man that wasn't cut, that wasn't as impressive and as thick as him. I gulp staring at it and without any second thoughts, embrace it.