Addison
I’m wrapped in a terry cloth robe as Rex leads me through the halls of his house. I am completely soaked between my thighs. It’s uncomfortable but also makes me feel pretty damn sexy.
He has released me from the silk tie at my wrists—to my surprise I had actually really liked it, the feeling of having him be in such control of my body, the eagerness of wanting to touch him made me feel even hotter. But I don’t think I could take it much more because I need to touch him. My hands are as eager as the rest of my body to have more of him. He holds my hand as he guides me through the maze of his house, and I squeeze back a little tighter than necessary.
Just as I liked the wrist ties in the beginning but now want more freedom, I’m also happy to see that Rex leads us into his bedroom where I’ve been once before.
“Want me back on your home turf?” I ask.
“I always want you here, Addison” he says. “If it were up to me you’d never leave.”
Hearing him say that pulls at my heart in a way it never has before. I know he’s joking around, but he says it so seriously. Wanting me around is in such contrast to the way I grew up. The man and woman who raised me didn’t want me there. They couldn’t wait until I turned eighteen and I was out of their house. I couldn’t wait to leave either, be sure of that, but the feeling of not being wanted in the place you call home is nothing short of devastating.
So the fact that Rex tells me he wants me here for always—whatever the reason—gives me a new feeling of acceptance. And damn it’s nice to feel accepted.
It’s also really nice to feel wanted. And I know that Rex wants me now as much as I want him.
The bed has already been turned down—that Sheldon, always making sure things are done before you even know you need it. I wonder briefly if Rex ever has to do anything as mundane as make the bed or change the sheets.
He takes my face in his hands and holds me for a moment. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, drinking each other in. It’s intense, this feeling of having already been so exposed to him in one way, and yet in this way I feel an even deeper connection to him.
We’re both feeling the same strong feelings, but I think neither of us is ready to say too much.
He may tell me he wants me to stay here with him, but he still hasn’t told me much about his family. I know they’ve hurt him the same as mine has, just in different ways. As he holds me so gently and looks at me so intensely, I start to wonder if this is love that’s happening.
“Addison, I…” he begins. I wait, I wonder, what is he going to say? “I…I’m so glad you came out with me tonight.”
“It was definitely the best date I’ve ever been on,” I tell him, because of course. How could all that—a helicopter ride to dinner on Catalina Island and Hollywood Bowl for a private concert—ever top a date from some actor guy I met at an audition? I don’t know where this thing with Rex is going, but I’m resigned to the fact that tonight, at least, just may be the greatest date I’ll ever go on in my entire life.
“I’m glad,” he says. “We should do it again, then.”
“I don’t need all of that,” I say. “A dinner is enough. You’re enough.”
I’m afraid he’s going to ruin the moment and say something about us marrying for convenience and I don’t want that to happen. I’m starting to realize that I could fall in love with Rex—and that’s major for me—but marriage is just too uncertain. It has to be perfect, and I won’t be a part of some weird business arrangement. The fact that Rex could propose such a thing really puts me on pause.
But he doesn’t bring any of that up. He pulls me to him by the belt of the terry cloth robe and kisses me. It’s a soft kiss, gentle and slow. I can smell myself on him and when he slips his tongue across mine I can taste myself too. It all gets me worked right back up again.
He unties the belt and the robe falls open, once again exposing my completely naked body. His warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me close to his body which, I have not forgotten, is still completely clothed. My hands start quick work on his shirt, and as one layer after another comes off his body we begin to move faster, more urgently. He leaves only his underwear on when he falls with me back onto his bed, his mouth crushing into mine. The weight of his body on top of mine feels like a place I always want to be. Now that I can finally wrap my arms around him again, feel his flesh under my hands, the hard lines of his muscles, I realize how starving I was all night.
“Addison,” he says in my ear, his hands caressing my side, down to my hip.
Just hearing him say my name and nothing more makes me pull him closer, want him more. Soon he’s shucked his boxer briefs and he’s on his knees between my legs, his dick in his hand. He slides it over my entrance, one last tease before he leans over me and slowly fills me up.
We let out moans of satisfaction together, our bodies finally merging as one. He goes slowly at first, easily moving in and out of my soaked pussy. He’s watching me as he moves, a crease between his eyes, his lips full and open. I reach up and caress his jaw, my eyes never leaving his.
He leans down to kiss me, deeply, pulling me closer as he ups his tempo. He hooks his arm under my knee and pulls it up, and with a slight move of his hips his dick is putting glorious pressure on my clit. I cry out at this, letting him know that yes, this is good, this is what I want, don’t stop. He goes harder and harder into me, stretching out my already worked pussy, my hands holding onto his arms, feeling the hard rock of muscles, digging my fingers into him.
“Come with me, Addison,” he says. He’s looking down at me, watching me. “I’m going to come. Do it. Come with me.”
“Yes,” I say because I am so close, he’s working me so good, knowing my body so well. The intensity not just of our bodies moving together in such passionate rhythm but with our eyes locked onto one another…it’s one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had.
Even when we come we keep our eyes open and on each other as we explode into and on one another.
Rex collapses on top of me and we stay like that, still connected, panting for a long while until our breathing finally slows. And then my least favorite moment comes when he slips out of me, separating our bodies.
We cuddle under the covers and Rex pulls me close, our limbs entangled in one another.
“So is that the tour you give to all your guests?” I ask.
He laughs gently. “Hardly. That was special, just for you. Tomorrow, I really show you the rest.”
I love the thought of tomorrow with Rex. I fall asleep in his arms knowing we’ll both still be here in the morning, together.
When I wake the next morning I am alone in his bed. I look across the room, listening, wondering if maybe he’s in the bathroom. But all is silent. Panic builds in my throat.
I hear footsteps and silverware clanking from down the hall. Sheldon. I bet he’s doing…something. I wonder if Rex went off to work or something and left me here. I look for a note and find nothing. The footsteps get closer and I pull the sheets up over my chest, looking for last night’s robe to cover myself from Sheldon.
And who walks through the bedroom door carrying a tray of food but Rex Croft himself, dressed and wearing a grin across his morning-stubble face.