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"This feels weird. Is this weird for you?" Lexi asked, suddenly giddy. She felt giggly, which never happens. Lexi Howard is not the type of person who giggled when she got nervous, but there she was. Giddy was probably a better word to describe her as she gripped his palm against hers. She stood in front of him in a black ruched dress, curls cascading down her back and scents of vanilla specifically for tonight.
A smile cracks in Fez’ stern expression and looks around his room, rubbing his lips together. He was in a white shirt with tile prints all over and a pair of pants that hung off of his hips. He had half a wood in his pants and it looked promising. She could suddenly barely resist the urge to throw him on the bed and take him right there.
"Nah, you good...” He trailed off, looking directly down at her lips and leaning in to close the gap. Words weren't important, she guessed. Lexi forgot any need for them as he sucked her bottom lip between his before licking his way into her mouth. He slid his tongue slowly against hers, stroking it in a suggestive manner. He pulled away and raised an eyebrow as if he was asking for approval.
Lexi smiles, raising her hands up to drag her fingers across his head. "We don't have to do everything."
"or anything," he echoed. "Yo no pressure, right?"
"I know,” She nods. “It’s just that I think we owe it to our... relationship."
He looks at her with questioning blue eyes urging her to continue.
"I mean, we've been good for so long I think we might combust if we don't at least do something. This doesn't feel rushed or wrong or....anything," Lexi promised.
Fez swallows, making his Adam's apple bob slightly. It was now or never and she didn't want to let her nerves get the best of her. If she didn't do this, she would combust like she had mentioned. So she leaned forward and kissed him there on his neck, letting her teeth scrape against him lightly as her hands on his head anchored him to her. The skin of her forearms could feel the way goose bumps rose up on his neck from her touch. She broke away and rubbed her hips against the tent that was forming in his pants. He shifted against her, his freckled cheeks turning the slightest hint of red as he inhaled a raspy breath. She kissed her way up his neck, over the jawline she loved so much, and up to his mouth. His lips moved slowly over hers for a few seconds before she broke away to look at him.
"We owe it to ourselves." she says a little out of breath.
"Right,” was the only reply Fez could muster, his vision getting hazier by the second.
She kissed his neck again, humming in answer as her hips made another pass over his erection. A low, strangled moan came from his throat as she lowered her hands to brush the front of his pants, suddenly feeling bolder from the way he’s looking at her. The noise seemed to die on his lips as she passed over it again. She let her hands linger against his now stiff arousal, rubbing up his length. The pants did little to hide how excited he was, and in turn that made Lexi anticipate what was to come.
She kissed him again as she pushed his shoulders back towards his made bed. They fell back onto the comforter on their sides, her leg immediately hooking around his. His lips attacked hers, the light amount of stubble on his chin brushing against her skin with each pass. He kissed down her stomach, down her abdomen, and to the edge of her dress.
"This okay?" Fez asked as he kissed her thighs, gripping the hem of her dress and slowly lifting it.
Lexi could only nod and whimper at this point lifting her hips at the sensation. He ran his hand up with her now exposed thigh. When she thought Fez would stop, he surprised her. He goes back to her lips and takes off the straps of her dress. He broke away for a moment to let his eyes fall to the exposed area.
"Shit, I’ll never get tired of this," he says, voice raspy, His lips claiming hers again. He broke away tortured as he looked at her body again. They were on the bed, side by side in the colorful, dim light of the stained glass lamp in the corner. It was a flattering light; Lexi had never been one for much nudity. She had been modest since she was a teenager so letting anyone see her naked was quite a feat, hell even deciding to wear her sister’s strapless dress was a little too much for her.
Fez’s eyes gave her another appreciative gaze as she let him look at her. "Like what you see?" She teased, her confidence growing by the minute with how the boy looked at her as if she was a goddess. You see, no one’s ever looked at her like that before. She doesn’t think people would even notice her if she didn’t speak. Living inside her head was her favorite thing to do and you can’t blame her knowing the fact that all this shitty town has to offer her were shitty people with their shitty frames of mind.
That was before he met the local drug dealer at a New Year’s Eve party.
He actually listened to her. Told her stories and told her she was fearless. When he said he missed her after leaving for five minutes, she didn’t believe it for one second with how hazy his eyes were and ultimately just observing how his world moved slower than hers.
But then he started saying that talking to her was the best part of his whole year. Lexi was stunned, saying the first thing that came to mind and him catching her doubting herself. Again. She didn’t even notice she did that so did it mean that he was actually paying attention to her? Still confused and a little flustered, the next thing she knew was they were exchanging numbers and he was leaving.
Some Friday nights, Lexi would spend doing home works at his place and he’d just sit there with her smoking a blunt, watching a movie and sneaking little looks at her he thought she wouldn’t notice but she noticed because she notices everything. And most times she didn’t trust her gut but the way Fez looked at her through soft and faded lights, he could tell this man she meant at least something to him and her heart fluttered at the thought.
His brown eyes flashed when they met hers. "Fuck, you know I always have," he chuckled. He took a short breath before letting his lips crash against her. His gentle, slightly calloused hand made her skin prickle as he ran it up her bare side. He skimmed her breast, just barely touching the curve of it before tracing his fingers lightly down her arm.
Agony, but the best kind.
His lips were urgent and excitable as he kissed her and it took her a moment to catch up. The only thing she could concentrate on was the way his lips felt against hers, his hands on her body, and the way he was making her feel so good.
A strangled breath caught in her throat as his fingertips teased the skin of her collar bone. She felt herself shudder at his suggestive, feather light touches. She wanted him to touch her and he knew it too; he was teasing. He wasn't even close to her breasts and she was quickly coming undone. However, she was certain Fez could touch her on her kneecap and get her mind reeling wildly.
It started off small. He kissed her on his couch one afternoon and one thing led to another but never letting it get too far. She would sneak in little pecks on his neck to his cheeks when he was counting the money on the register of his store and dragging him to the back room not knowing Ash was there making his cereal, a string of curses leaving his mouth every time. They would make out in his car outside her house before dropping her off, with her on his lap and God, it felt so good but her mom would scream and call her “Lexi, that you?” at the top of her lungs and the moment is ruined.
So, you know, it had to happen. Somehow.
She broke away from his kisses and began pulling at the hem of his pants, craving more skin. She wanted to feel more of him. She wanted to admire the full view firsthand.
He chuckled and rolled onto his back, pulling the pants down his legs and lifting his butt far enough off of the bed to push them down past his ankles. They fell to the floor with a soft noise and he was left in his white boxer briefs.
"Those have to go too," she chided playfully, running her finger down his chest. She let her hand linger there, her fingers playing with the elastic. Fez’s mouth twitched with a smile as she slid her fingers inside just far enough to make him jump. She playfully snapped the band of elastic against his hip, making him jump again.
"Aight aight, damn," he laughed, pulling them down. He turned back to her, rolling back on his side once they were completely naked. He sighed and mirrored her pose, leaning on his elbow as he looked at her expectantly.
They grinned at each other as she tried not to look down. She didn't want to make it completely obvious that she was checking out his junk for the first time, but she still wanted to get a good look. He was her boyfriend after all. Didn't that entitle her to have a look at his package?
"'Sup?" he hummed, a grin on his face.
She stared at him, willing her eyes to behave. "What?"
"You can look, Howard." he chuckled. "you've earned it,".
She laughed, chewed on her lip and let her eyes flash down to size him up. She let her eyes trail downwards, following the light dusting of dark hair down his navel. She smiled and reached her hand out, giving his erect manhood a tentative touch with her fingertips. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and stopped laughing. She looked up at him without stopping her hand, taking in his suddenly hooded gaze. Leaning forward, she placed her lips on his and kissed him softly. He responded back, but just barely. She had to smile; all of the blood in his body was probably surging to his crotch and not helping the rest of his brain with his motor skills at the moment. His hips moved forward slightly, begging her wordlessly for more.
His eyes fell shut and his breath violently left his chest as she took him in her hand and lightly squeezed. She felt the smooth skin pulse under her touch, the heat of him maddening. His free hand slipped down from her collar bone, brushing over one of her breasts. They were still on their sides facing one another, so she pushed him back on his back. His arm went around her as she gave him another soft stroke.
"Is this good?" she whispered.
“Yeah-fuckin hell,” He nodded as she moved her hand up and down his shaft. She suddenly felt nervous. She wanted to make him feel good.
"What do you… you know, like?"
Fez let his head fall back against the bed as he barked out a nervous laugh. "Ion know, fuck. I'm a guy, you know what I like. You're naked and on my bed, I think that...that pretty much covers it."
She chuckles and stroked him again, watching as his hips pushed forward to try to savor her touch. She watched his breathing as she touched him, making note of how he liked it. He enjoyed the firm, even strokes the most but seemed to suck in an appreciative breath when she flicked her thumb over his head.
"’m not gon’ last long, shit," he managed to say. He groaned and sucked in a breath when he was close, his hands clutching the comforter.
"Fuck, Lexi,"
He lost all sense of speech as he came, spilling onto his stomach. She watched him relax onto the bed, running a slightly shaky hand through his head. His breath was still in short, labored pants but began to slow as he relaxed. She handed him a few Kleenex from the nightstand and waited as he cleaned himself off.
"So that was —”
He cuts her off, grabbing her roughly and attacking her mouth with his. She made a noise, gasping as his surprising albeit welcomed attack registered on her body. Fez pulled her on top of him with a grunt, running his hands down her sides and over her ass. He cupped her and settled her over him, making her hiss as she felt him nestled against her center. He was still recovering but she could tell it wouldn't take him long.
A switch went off inside of her. A needy switch.
She leaned forward and finished their kiss, groaning against his lips as she straddled him on the bed. One of his hands stayed on her waist while the other moved between them. He stared at her cheek, caressing it lovingly as they frantically kissed. Then, it slid down to her neck, over her collar bone, and to one of her breasts. He lightly squeezed and cupped her, making her core tingle with anticipation. His thumbnail lightly scraped over one of her nipples, making another hot jolt of electricity shoot down to her clit. She ground herself against him shamelessly, needing some sort of friction to help handle the way he was making her feel.
"Fez," she groaned, the strangled noise muffled against his mouth. He grinned in the way that she loved so much and pulled her closer as his hand slid down. She felt him cup her sex lovingly, teasing her before he delivered. She moaned again; an urgent, pleading noise. He listened. His fingers lightly touched her circling the place she wanted him most.
"Stop teasing," I chided playfully.
"Aight then," he muttered. With that, he sunk two fingers into her and effectively made her a quivering mess in his lap. She felt like Jell-O. He sat up, shifting into an indian-style pose as she straddled him. She opened her eyes for a brief second and saw his dilated brown gaze as he watched her. His fingers were thick and warm as they stroked her on the inside, bringing her closer and closer. She couldn't have done it better herself. He added his thumb, making her fall forward against his shoulder with a shaky laugh. It felt so good.
"You don't fight fair," She whined against his skin. She kissed his clavicle as his fingers teased her further. He hit a good spot, making her scrape her teeth against his skin in response. He sucked in a sharp breath and laughed against her ear.
"Hell no I don’t,"
His fingers curled slowly forward, brushing against her g-spot. She cried out in surprise as they continued their efforts, her body jolting uncontrollably. Her calves clenched so hard she had an immediate double Charlie horse, but she was seeing too many stars to care.
"Fuck!" She cried, her voice cracking. He pressed his thumb down on her clit as he kept his other two fingers busy against her g-spot and I came again. "Holy shit," she groaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she moved her hips against his fingers. His thick, talented, amazing fingers.
"Fuck Lexi," he breathed out.
"Shit," she panted in response.
A pleasurable aftershock rolled down her spine and stretched to the tips of her fingers and toes as she came down. With his free hand, he pulled her face down to his and gave her a deep, lingering kiss. She kissed him back, not expecting him to suddenly continue. His fingers stroked forward, again brushing the spot deep within her walls that made her tremble.
"Oh god..."
Her body jerked roughly again, sending another euphoric orgasm over ricocheting off every inch of her insides. She fell forward on his shoulder again, her body undulating against his hand as he brought her down. He pulled away, uncrossing his legs and pulling her down beside him on the bed with a tired pant. She gasped a few times as she recovered, her lady bits singing his praises.
She looked up at him with hazy eyes as he pulled the blanket around them and fell back on the bed as they lay on top of the comforter.
"What the hell," she asked in disbelief.
Fez turned his head slightly, smirking proudly, his blue eyes darting to meet her as he stretched his arm around her shoulders.
After her breathing went back to normal, she put her head on his chest and let herself enjoy the post-orgasm feeling. While she still wanted to go further, it was the slow burn of their relationship at this point that she didn't want to waste. They were still in the stages of a relationship where they were getting more and more comfortable but still able to laugh nervously with each other when they breached something else. It was exciting. The newness of it all was dizzying and electric.
"I love this," Lexi admitted, letting her fingertip dance across his broad chest. He was built but not ripped, pale skinned and soft where she touched him. The few sparse hairs on his chest tickled her fingers as she pressed her ear over his heart. His heartbeat was steady and strong, thumping loudly in her ear as she sighed contentedly.
"Word," he replies and she just chuckles in response, closing her eyes as sleep and tiredness slowly take over.