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Alex laid me down on my bed and crawled on top of me, our lips never leaving each other. I edged further up on the bed and he followed, pushing me down into the pillows when we reached them. His hand gripped my thigh and curled it up while his lips softly devoured mine, his tongue playing with mine.

I was unbuttoning his shirt, my hands shaking from excitement. He stilled them, taking the opportunity to do it for me, sitting up to quickly discard it before he descended upon me again. I got a quick glimpse of his body and then noticed something I knew wasn't there before.

"What have we got here?" I said and traced over the new tattoo on his left pec. It was some sort of symbol I didn't recognize, but it looked beautiful, especially against his golden skin.

"Did you know that in Ancient Greek, 'Sophie' stands for wisdom?"

Huh. It was true what they say, you learned something new every day. "I didn't know that."

"This is a symbol of wisdom," He said, looking down at me.

I looked at the symbol which looked like a cross between a ninja star and a flower. "That's for me?"

"Only you, Soph. Only you."

His lips found mine again and I resisted the urge to cry. God, I was just so damn happy, I couldn't believe I had him back in my arms.

My dress was removed, his pants got kicked off. My bra and panties were discarded, same went for his boxers. In a flash we were both naked, lying under my covers, both our bodies aching and grinding to do the thing I knew I had missed more than anything; making our love. Not just any love. Our love.

Alex kissed me down my stomach, pausing at my belly button. He then moved down to the angelic spot between my thighs and parted my legs, groaning at the back of his throat as he met my glistening heat, all of it just for him. "Jesus, Soph. I'm an atheist, but dammit, this right here... it tells me all about Jesus."

I smiled blissfully, but then gasped when I felt him kiss my folds like he was pecking a kiss to my cheek. He repeated, moving lower. "Oh, God..."

How could something so delicate and sweet feel so extreme and wild? He kissed my bundle of nerves, then parted me with two fingers and licked. My back arched and my breath evaporated. When he sucked me into his mouth, I cried out and writhed. My knees started shaking.

God, I had missed this boy.

"You haven't been going to ballet these past months," He murmured in between kissing and drinking me both up and down. "You've lost three inches in the width of your hips."

I moaned loudly as he tilted his head sideways and softly bit into one swollen fold, quickly soothing it with his tongue. "Mm, God. How do you... notice that?"

"I notice everything about you, Soph. Plus, as you probably recall, I loved spending my time in between your legs before..." He paused, letting the sentence hang in the air for me to finish in my head. "It's more cramped down here than before, so to speak, you used to be able to open wider. That means you haven't been doing your ballet, otherwise your hips would've stayed just as flexible."

What this boy didn't notice. It was true, after he left, I couldn't do any of the things that reminded me of him. That included ballet, watching movies and eating cookies. I couldn't even look at a goddamn chocolate chip without feeling the urge to cry.

Speaking of crying; Alex slipped two fingers inside me and ripped a cry from my lips. I squirmed, feeling him hit my golden spot. "Aaaah, Alex!"

"I almost forgot how tight you are," He murmured, pushing his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm. "God, I missed you, Sophie-girl."

"So close," I mewled, writhing under his touch. "So close, so close, so close..."

"Then why don't you come for me, baby?"

'Baby' was never a nickname he had favored around me, but hell if it didn't sound sexy coming from his lips which were pressed against my pussy. I came in a series of cries and moans while Alex leisurely drank up everything I gave him. He was lapping up my juices like a kitty drank its milk; Happy, content and purring. His hands were circled around my legs, keeping my hips in place as I rode it out. Finally, I collapsed.

"We are so not done," He warned when he noticed my flushed cheeks and my heavy breathing. "I haven't had me some Sophie in three months, I'm taking everything on the menu tonight."

Grinning tiredly, I smoothed my hands over his shoulders and down his arms as he climbed in over me, nesting himself between my legs. "Well in that case, bon appetite, Monsieur."

I spread my legs as wide as I could for him and then enjoyed the carnal, dark, lust-stricken look that formed on his face. His lips parted and he let out a low rumble, something almost guttural. "You... are... ineffable."

Laughing, I gripped on to the hairs at the nape of his neck as he dived down to my neck and begun showering me with hot kisses. He begun rubbing his length against me, stroking me up and down my wet folds, causing me to moan.

"You're still on the pill, right?"

I nodded quickly, moaning louder as I felt his blunt tip nudge my clit. "Yes. God yes, yes, yes, yes..."

He stroked me one last time and then grabbed his shaft and led his tip to my opening. He slowly pushed inside me, just the head at first, but then thrust all the way inside. He stretched me incredibly, making me cry out as I felt his hips bump against mine and his crown touch my cervix. As he gently pulled back and thrust hard inside again, we both groaned. My inner muscles tightened around him, holding him in my vice-grip as he rocked in and out of me, each stroke making me wetter and more slippery until he was gliding back and forth, my core finally accepting his thick length. My nails were clawing down his back as he buried himself deep within me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear while doing so.

– Just like that, we were back to where we were before all this nonsense started; back to us.

I cried out as he reached bottom inside me and threw my head back when he began sliding languidly in and out of me, each long stroke as symphonic and smooth as a bow playing a violin. His lips were all over my neck and décolletage, moving down to the valley between my breasts. My hips bucked against his, throwing me into a state of pure euphoria.

"Alex..." I breathed, dragging his lips up to mine. He kissed me deep and slow, and set the pace to an easy one. But my legs curled around his hips, urging him to go faster. I needed... "More..."

"Fuck," He groaned, his hips now taking over for him. "I've missed you, Soph. I'm home again." He grabbed my thighs and plunged deeper inside me, harder. I bucked again, feeling each stroke fill me up entirely, the friction bringing me closer to my need.

"Alex!" I cried as his lips traveled down my jaw to my throat again. He buried his head into the crook of my neck and then pressed small kisses to my skin. Incoherent words begun flowing from my mouth, most of them just me telling him how much I had missed him and how much I still loved him and always would.

"Sophie," He hoarsely groaned, thrusting deep inside me. So deep. "My Sophie."

"Yes," I moaned back, digging my heels into his back. "I'm yours."

He hit bottom inside me, causing me to moan and made me dive my fingers into his back. "Fuck, Alex!"

He groaned and reciprocated the favor by biting into my shoulder. "Don't ever leave me again, Sophie."

"Don't ever lie to me again, Alex."

"Say my full name."

I felt the corners of my mouth lift into a little smile. "Really? This again?"

Without a warning, he pulled out of me and flipped me over with ease. I let him, my limbs tired and heavy. His hand swooped under my body and pushed my bottom up while he spread my legs with his knees. He penetrated me again from behind, this time moving slower, more languidly. "I just spent three months without hearing you say my name, so say it, Sophie. Spell it, breathe it, moan it, scream it. Just let me hear you say it."

"Alexander," I mewled, emphasizing each syllable. "Al... ex... an... derrr." My hands curled into balls as his hand traveled up my spine, his lips somewhere at the nape of my neck. He dusted kisses all over my back, while he gently fucked—no, made love to me.

"Mmm," He hummed. I could feel him smiling against my neck. "I love the way you say it. Have I ever told you that?"

"Only about a million times," I lazily grinned, bucking beneath him. This position was foreign to me, but I knew I instantly loved it. His long strokes were measure and gentle, yet firm and aimed. I bit my lip when he hit me just right.

"I love it," He murmured. His warm chest pressed against my back. "I love you."

I moaned softly and tilted my head sideways when his lips found my neck and nibbled their way up to my ear. "I love you, too, Alexander. So much."

"I want to feel you cūm around me again," He whispered, his hot breath on my skin making me squirm. "It's been too long. Will you cūm for me, Sophie?"

Mewling, my fingers dug into the mattress when his hips sped up. They met my ass and together created an hard, erotic slapping sound. My legs were turning into jelly and threatened to give out. The friction was too much. Too intense. Alex held me up somehow as my ōrgasm closed in, each hard, fast stroke of his cock ripping the air from me.

"Alex... Oh god, oh god, oh—"

Just like before, he gave me no warning when he suddenly pulled out and rolled me over like a doll. I was too exhausted to even object, not that I wanted to. My legs parted on their own accord, and for a second, he just watched that.

I could only imagine what that looked like from his point of view; My legs spreading for his entry, my pussy glistening with mine and his silky juices, swollen and pink from arousal. My belly flat, my breasts full, my nipples cream and taut. The small love bites he had surely left here and there on my body, my flushed cheeks and blonde hair thrown wildly across his pillows. I probably looked like a hot mess.

"God, Sophie... I could cūm all over you just by looking at you."

What about himself then? I thought. That sexy new tattoo on his chest, a fine new asset to his already smoking hot body. That rippled stomach, those broad shoulders and strong arms... that healthy throbbing cock pointing at me as if telling him what it wanted. You. I choose you.

"Come here," I whispered, smiling when he did. He laid down on top of me again, pushing inside me once more, filling me up. I moaned and bit my lower lip. "I love you, Alex."

His mouth found mine, biting into my pink lip, too. "I love you too, Soph. Now look at me. I want to watch you as you cūm."

I didn't realize my eyes had closed themselves until he told me to open them. I did as he began thrusting again, the tightness in my core tingling, threatening to burst each time he hit my G-spot, ground against it. God, this boy...

"Alexander!" I cried and threw my head back into the pillows, my eyes automatically snapping shut. "Yes, yes, yes, so close, so close..."

"Scream, Sophie," He hotly breathed into my ear.

– And so I did.

I climaxed and screamed his name off the top of my lungs, until I was certain my new neighbors knew I was getting fucked by a guy named Alexander. And I wanted them to. Because I wasn't planning on letting him go again anytime soon.

Midways through my ōrgasm, I felt him jut and then pop inside me, grunting as he emptied himself. Ropes of his cūm filled me up and warmed me as he pushed the last few times. We then both collapsed, breathing and panting heavily. Both of our skins were glistening with a fine layer of sweat and I was sure he felt just as content as I did. I could feel his sticky juices leak out of me, but I loved the sensation. Had missed having him fill me up, both body and heart.

Alex rolled off me with a little groan and let himself plop down on the spot next to me. Yet not a moment later, he curled up to me, turned me over on my side and spooned me, wrapping an arm around my waist protectively.

My eyes stung with tears.

He was back. My man was finally back.

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"I just realized something," Alex said midways through a big chew of cereal. "You never told me how you realized all of it was a scam."

I looked up from my own bowl of cereal and eyed him out. "I guess I didn't."

"So?" He asked, licking his lips from milk residue. God, even that looked sexy. "How'd you find out?"

"It was easy, really," I said, shrugging casually, I crossed my legs on the kitchen counter I was sitting on, watching Alex who sat in the bar stool. "Remember I told you I talked to your mom?"

"Yeah?"

"Well she talked to me, too. She told me how things went down between you, how it started. Apparently you'd walked out of the bathroom without a shirt on and she'd seen your tattoo. How things escalated from there."

"Yeah, so?"

I chuckled when I saw the sly look on his face. "Don't act like you don't know. You just want me to say it."

"I've missed your voice, Soph. Indulge me."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The Alex I knew would never have walked out without a shirt on. Even when you were as high as the Himalayas back in the days, you were never dumb enough to just walk out shirtless while your mom was in the room. It would upset her to see the tattoo and maybe even make the truth come out. You'd never let her see it unless her safety depended on you doing otherwise. So when Audrey told me you walked out of the bathroom shirtless that day, I figured you wanted her to see your tattoo so she would ignite a fight, ergo give you an opening to spill everything. Now when you told me today that everything was a scam, that's when I remembered her telling me all this. I then thought about the mysterious phone call you got on your birthday and then I just connected the dots. I guess I didn't really think about all of this back then because I was too..." I stopped myself when I realized I almost said it. But the damage was of course already done.

Too heartbroken.

"Sophie," Alex whispered. He slid his bowl aside, stood up and then scooped me closer to him, so that he was standing between my knees. "I'm so sorry I had to put you through that. I'll never do it again."

"I know," I mumbled, fiddling with the shirt I had put on. His shirt. Did I mention he was shirtless right now, only in his boxers? We were eating cereal for lunch. "It was necessary, I see that now..."

"Maybe, but it still doesn't fix what I did." He pushed a stray lock of my wet, freshly-washed hair out of my face and tugged it behind my ear. "I'm going to make it up to you. I promise."

I shook my head. "That's really not necessary, I should actually apologize too, I said some horrible things—"

He silenced me with his lips. Within seconds he had unbuttoned my—his shirt that I was wearing and was kissing me down my cleavage. "Sophie... my Sophie. Don't ever apologize to me. Ever."

I buried my fingers in his hair as the warmth of his mouth circled around one of my hardened nipples and performed sweet torture on it. His hand cupped both my breasts and softly weighed them, making me arch into him. "Why... not?"

"Because you're my everything. My girlfriend, my baby, my future wife, my world. As long as I have you, you can do nothing wrong," He murmured, flicking his tongue to tease my hard peb. "You can scream at me, call me names, accuse me of everything and nothing, I don't care. Because at the end of the day, you chose to take me back, to stay with me, so I just don't care. As long as you love me."

"Alright, Justin Bieber," I chuckled, gripping onto the roots of his hair, tugging. "That's enough sweet-talk. If you're going to turn me on, talk dirty to me."

"How dirty, baby? How I want to bend you over this counter and fuck your sweet little pussy again? How I could fuck you all night, even though you're probably sore? How I want to take this ass—"

"Fuck, just kiss me," I breathed yanking  his head up to me. I just saw the smirk on his face before his lips found mine and his hands sought down to my hips. His sweet lips and tongue worked me into putty while his fingers found the aching spot between my legs and begun rubbing it. Warmth was pooling in my belly as he worked me up again. His other hand pressed at my lower back and drew me closer. "Mm, Alex..."

"Fuck, Sophie. So wet."

I moaned again when he pressed down on my clit, rubbing it hard. I then leaned into him as he began dragging my shirt off with his one hand, exposing me. Our mouths found each other and then I was gone. Gone within him. Alexander.

"Oh blimey, my eyes!" Someone suddenly screeched from the door. Neither of us had heard it open, we had both been too preoccupied.

Me and Alex both jumped and then pulled away from each other in a hurry. Alex quickly covered my body up, shielding me from the guy standing in the doorway to my apartment.

Shit, I had completely forgotten about Toby.

"Who the bloody hell is that?!" Toby exclaimed, staring at me with his mouth wide open in disbelief.

"Me? Who the fuck are you?" Alex snapped, protectively holding me. Good God, this was awkward.

"I'm the guy who lives here!" Toby replied, now glaring at Alex. "What the heck were you doing to Sophie?!"

"I was teaching her how to make pastrami, what the fuck do you think?" Alex snapped back, now whipping his head to me. "Who the fuck is this prissy Brit and why does he live with you, Sophie?"

"Alex, this is Toby, Toby, this is Alex," I awkwardly mumbled, my cheeks flaming. Awkward, awkward, awkward...

"Do I look like I fucking care what his name is?" Alex growled at me. "I want to know why the fuck this dick is living with you. Is he your boytoy or what? Some sort of sad fucking replacement of me?"

"What?!" Toby shouted. "Boytoy? What the heck, Sophie, who is this bloke!?"

"I'm the bloke who's fucking her," Alex snapped at Toby, giving him a murderous glare. "And I'm the bloke who's about to kick your fucking ass into the ground."

"Alex!" I gasped.

"Kick my arse? You're the bloke who's in my flat, fornicating! I'm going to kick your ass!"

"Toby!" I snapped.

"Bring it the fuck on, Britty," Alex snarled, clenching his fists. "Wanna see how we Aussies throw a punch? Let me give you a hint; We aim down under."

I finally had enough. I yanked at Alex's ear and made him look at me. "For God's sake Alex, take a look at him, will you?! Use your goddamn eyes!"

Alex frowned, but then nonetheless turned his head back to Toby and did a scan from top to toe. I then saw the look slide over his face; The look that told me he saw his shoes and noticed that unlike most shoes, they were polished and tied correctly; That his pants were hemmed and fit properly and didn't have a smudge of dirt or soil on them; That his belt matched the color of his shoes and that his watch was fashionable; That his brown and black striped shirt complimented his chocolate eyes and the dark wisps of his brunette hair which had been styled neatly. The last thing he saw was probably how his eyebrows were groomed, as were the faint stubbles on his cheek and jawbone.

"Oh," Alex said, his tone immediately perking up. "My bad. Sorry, mate."

"Wait, what just happened?" Toby asked perplexed when Alex just turned back to me as if nothing was wrong.

He looked over his shoulder again and gave Toby a glance. "You're gay."

"Yeah, I know that, the question is how do you?"

I rolled my eyes when Alex grinned smugly and I therefore spoke up; "Toby, this is Alexander. He's the guy I told you about."

Toby's face lit up with recognition, taking a once-over of Alex as well, probably since I had described him to him. In great detail. Too much detail. I was drunk, for Christ's sake. "Oh! Bloody heck, I thought you said he was a wanker?"

Alex turned to me and rose an accusing brow. "A wanker?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Thanks, Tobe. Yes, you're a wanker, Alex. Words provided by good ol' Toby over there with compliments of Great Britain," I chuckled when Alex's face looked all kinds of wrong. "Toby is my roommate. He's studying abroad here in Australia, he's from Manchester, England. He needed a place to stay and I needed help with rent."

"Cheers, mate," Toby said and gave an awkward wave. "So you're the infamous Alexander who screwed over Sophie here?"

"Uh, yeah. That's me," Alex looked back at me. He raised a brow. "Never thought to mention you had a roommate?"

"It slipped my mind?" I sheepishly tried. To be fair, a lot had happened today.

He rolled his eyes. "Right."

An awkward silence stretched between us all. After a moment, Toby finally cleared his throat and awkwardly looked anywhere but us. "Right, well... I think I'm going to take a long walk. A really long one. In the mean time, you two can, uh... finish." He coughed again. "And please, for God's sake; disinfect the kitchen counter when you're done. I don't think I'll ever be able to eat there anyway, but still."

"We promise," I laughed. Alex actually chuckled, too. This was just so goddamn awkward. "Thanks, Tobe."

"No fucking problem. Pun intended. Cheerio."

He left and then me and Alex just looked at each other and laughed. After a moment, I finally gave him a quick kiss and then sighed. "We should wrap this up."

"Why?"

"Because you, mister, have a lot more people you need to apologize to. Especially a certain someone who's been waiting for your return with a bleeding heart. Someone who deserves a proper explanation and a warm hug from her son."

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This chapter got so long, but hey. Yolo or whatever.