He pulled in the driveway, the dark sky lit by the intense lightning overhead, his mind and body weary from the long hours of work and the numerous arguments with the guys. As the last verse of the song played out, the one he had hoped to record on the next album, he rubbed his temples and sighed heavily. He had thought the song to be a winner, one that would grab the attention of the fans considering it was a love song he had written about Lexie, however the oldest member of the group was against it, didn’t think it good enough for the next album. Tired and aching to hold Lexie again, he had hopped the first flight out of New York, never telling them he was leaving. He was angry, he was hurt and he just wanted to be home with the love of his life.
His relationship with Lexie hadn’t been going as well as planned either and he hoped to make it up to her tonight by allowing her to hear the song. She had never given him an ultimatum over his career and he knew that she never would, but things were definitely tense at home. For months she had begged him to spend more time with her, to allow her to go out on the road with him but he refused. It wasn’t because he didn’t miss her, because god only knows how much he longed to see her and touch her. He just didn’t want to subject her to the lifestyle that he and the guys lived. The hectic schedules the early morning arguments because they had gotten up too early and to bed too late, the rushed meals, the overzealous fans that didn’t respect their need for some quiet time. He wanted to protect her, to shelter her from all of that as much as possible. He had seen two of the guys lose the women that they cared about over all the bullshit that went along with being a celebrity and he couldn’t do that to Lexie. Not the woman he hoped to make his wife one day.
He ejected the tape from the cassette player and slipped it into his pocket. Thunder rumbled overhead, the sky threatening torrential rains and severe thunderstorms for the night. Hurriedly, he ran towards the house and was about to open the large mahogany door when Lexie surprised him by pulling it open herself.
She stood before him, her glacial blue eyes wide with disbelief and unspoken torment, her gym bag thrown over her shoulder along with the butterfly shaped purse he had bought her for her birthday. It was obvious she had been crying and he figured she was on her way to the gym to blow off some steam as she usually did when life got too crazy.
“I thought you and the guys were in New York until Saturday” she said bluntly.
With a smile, he moved past her and took the gym bag from her arm, tossing it to the floor. “We were but I got tired of all the shit and decided to come home early. I’ve missed you so much, baby. Right now, all I want to do is hold you in my arms.”
Now cradling her face in his hand, she looked at him sadly, her bottom lip trembling.
“You need me too, Lex. I can see it in your eyes.”
As he kicked the door shut, he kissed her tenderly, his lips crushing hers as his tongue darted out to taste her.
She was hesitant at first but quickly gave in to her passion, wrapping her arms around his neck, a soft whimper escaping as he picked her up and carried her to the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.
“Let me light a fire” he mused as she shook beneath him.
She simply nodded her head, silent tears forming in her eyes. As she blinked the moisture back, she couldn’t help remembering the first night they spent in the new house and how they had made love on the rug simply because there were no other furnishings in the newly renovated home. It had been the sweetest night of lovemaking she had experienced with him and her heart now ached realizing that he honestly had no clue as to how she felt or what had happened while he had been gone.
She drank him in as if it would be the last time she ever saw him, her eyes allowing her mind to memorize the way his movements were so easy and flowed like water. As if he sensed her eyes upon him, he turned and winked at her, his mocha eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the newly lit fire.
He took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, his muscular arms and chest prominent as he lay down beside her, propping himself up on one elbow.
“I love you so much and I have missed you more than you will ever know.”
Afraid her tears would spill over and her voice would falter, she kissed him passionately instead of saying all the things that her head screamed.
With his hand running along the soft curve of her hip, he guided her black jeans over her legs and pushed them out of his way. Suckling her neck, his mouth leaving tiny purple marks along her flesh, his hand tracing the intricate lace pattern of her panties, she sighed. She couldn’t fight him nor her desire to be in his arms, no matter how hard she tried or how much her mind beckoned with her to just get up and run.
He knew her every weakness, loving the way she responded to his touch, her back arching from the rug where they lie and her soft moans echoing in his ear as he teased and tortured her. He could feel the heat emanating from her mound; the thin fabric allowing the moisture of her excitement to seep through it’s dainty lining.
Lexie ran her hand slowly along the waistband of his jeans until she reached the button that kept him from her. As she opened it, she slid her hand inside only to find that he wore nothing beneath the thick material. Her touch against his shaft intensified his need to be inside of her, to feel her soft velvet walls caressing him and loving him as only she could. She was by far the most attentive and best lover he had ever had, her touch soft and gentle yet electrifying when she took command of his body and his senses.
Lost in her touch, he didn’t realize that she had pushed his jeans from his body and was now pushing him to the rug, straddling him.
He reached up gingerly and helped shed her tank top from her thin shoulders, her perfectly rounded breasts springing free. Much to his delight, her eyes never left him as she tossed her long dark hair over to one side and leaned forward. Pressing her breasts against him, she traced a wet and wonderful path from his hardened nipples to his jaw line, her teeth nipping and scraping playfully.
He closed his eyes, a hungry growl distinct as he rolled them over and took control. He bit her bottom lip as his hands roamed her heated flesh freely and methodically. With her hands tangled in his hair, he slid down her femalely-sculpted body, tracing her belly button with his tongue before settling against the soft downy curls at her juncture between her thighs.
Carefully he slipped her panties down her long tanned legs. She parted them for him as he nestled his mouth against her wet folds, ready to take her to heaven and back with the expertise of his tongue. Slipping a finger inside of her core, she cried out as his tongue flickered across her swollen bud, her hips lifting to greet him.
It had been so long since he had touched her intimately that it wasn’t long before her orgasm threatened to send her spiraling out of control. Sliding yet a second finger inside of her, she cried out deliriously, wave after exquisite wave cresting as she rode out the ecstasy his ministrations created. She no longer had control of her tears, the hot salty liquid spilling down her cheeks in streams.
He kissed her tears, absorbing all that he could before brushing the remainder of them with his thumb. Thinking that the orgasm and her frustrations had caused the tears, he thought nothing else of it. He had seen her cry during their lovemaking sessions before, however, he had no idea how different the tears were this time. He was too blinded by his desire to love her that he missed the pain in her eyes. The pain he had caused.
“Make love to me” she whispered.
Wanting to please her and barely able to control his longing to be inside of her, he entered her, a collective sigh between them as he adjusted to her tender walls. He wanted to savor every moment of being inside her so intimately, the feeling of her surrounding him and loving him. She felt so good, wet and soft against his hard shaft. It never ceased to amaze him at how incredible she felt when they made love.
“Please....oh, God....please move” she begged.
He obeyed and began to move slowly as she locked her ankles around the small of his back, pulling him deeper into her wet folds, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.
Lexie couldn’t take her eyes off of him, his long eyelashes that brushed his skin when his eyes were closed, the swell of his lips after they had kissed and the soft curls at the base of his neck when the fine sheen of perspiration began to gather there.
He always made sure she was satisfied both physically and emotionally when they made love, his whispers of how much he loved her and how good she felt fueling her fire.
“I’m not going to last much longer, baby” he moaned, her walls clutching him tightly, milking him for all that he had to offer.
Reaching between them, he circled her nub, applying just enough pressure to take her over the edge with him. And, as he called out her name, emptying himself deep within her, she moaned loudly, her body shaking in long hard spasms.
As their breathing returned to normal, he collapsed against her and placed soft butterfly kisses along her lips, eyelids and forehead.
“I’m so glad I got home before you left, baby.”
“Me too” she whispered, rolling over to face the fire now roaring behind the glass encasement. He had now idea just how glad she was that he had come home to make love to her one last time.
Spooning against her, her breathed in the familiar and intoxicating scent of her long silky hair and sighed. “I love you, Lex. Sleep sweet, baby.”
He never saw the fresh tears that spilled from her swollen eyes, never felt the soft sobs that wracked her body and he never felt her slip from his embrace once she knew he was sleeping peacefully.
Dressing quickly, she picked up her gym bag and purse from the floor, slipping them both over her shoulder. Now standing in the doorway, the rain soaking the ground as it came down in blinding torrential sheets, she stole a last glance of the home she loved.
“I love you” she whispered as she walked out into the cold rain, out of the security of the life she had grown accustomed to and out of his life forever.