I bite my lip and nod my consent. And when he touches me, the pleasure I see in his eyes is just as intense as the pleasure I feel with every stroke of his fingers. I’ve imagined this moment so many times, but it’s real now, and he’s touching me exactly the way I like to touch myself, like somehow he’s privy to my innermost thoughts and deepest desires, and I can hardly catch my breath because,Oh my god, Oliver Dexter is touching me, and within a few minutes, I’m almost to the point of unraveling.
“Wait,” I tell him breathlessly. “I want you.”
Dex leans back and locks eyes with me, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“You only had that one beer, right?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
I laugh. “Yes—and I didn’t even finish it. Don’t worry, Dex. I really want this,” I assure him. “I wantyou.”
With his arms still tight around me, he lays me down on the bed. He takes off what’s left of my clothes, and then I help him strip off his. He pulls a condom out of his wallet and puts it on.
“Have you done this before?” he asks when he’s on top of me.
Have I had sex before? Yes. Have I had sex with someone I’m madly in love with? Never.I honestly don’t know how to answer. “Does it matter?” I ask him.
“No, I just…I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“You won’t hurt me, Dex. Trust me, I’ve never been thisturned on in my life.”
He responds by pressing his lips to mine. For a minute or two we kiss, and then he pulls back to look at me again. I nod, and he continues to watch me as he pushes inside me, and when he’s in all the way, my eyes flutter closed, and I arch my back and sigh, and Dex makes this delicious sound I’ve never heard him make before, and we move together so effortlessly—a dance between lovers—and if he were to ask me again if I’ve ever done this, I now know the answer would be a resounding no—no, never in my life have I ever felt anything like this.
I had no idea it could be this fucking good.
Ihad sex with Oliver Dexter last night.
It’s the first thought in my head when I wake up the next morning. I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up, my entire body still buzzing with excitement—so much so that I hop out of bed and run to my full-length mirror to see if I look any different.
I touch my smiling lips, which are still swollen pink from kissing him. I tilt my head and spot the faintest hint of a mark on my neck where he sucked on my skin.
This really happened. It wasn’t a dream.
He made me come. I’m no stranger to self-love and have enjoyed many orgasms by myself before last night, but this was on another level. Feeling the warmth of his skin on mine, inhaling his clean, soapy scent mixed with the salty taste of his sweat, and hearing the pleasure in his sighs—and that look of unfettered desire in his eyes—all my senses heightened as I surrendered myself completely. Like the sun-kissed ocean surrenders to a summer breeze. Warm waves of ecstasy rippling inside me.
It was extraordinary. And I can’t wait to do it again.
While I’m still admiring my post-sex-with-Dex glow in the mirror, my phone line rings. It’s him.
“Hey,” I say, not even trying to hide how happy I am that he’s calling me.
“What are you up to?” he asks with a sexy rasp in his voice that causes my heart to pound as wildly as if he’d been talking dirty to me.
I grin at my flushed reflection in the mirror and start fanning my face with my hand. “Nothing really…I just woke up.”
“Me too. Want me to pick you up? My parents are at work. We can hang out here.”
“Yeah,” I say with a smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “That sounds good.”
But it feels different being with him in the daytime, with the bright summer sun streaming in through his window, completely exposing me to him. And I find myself worrying that Dex—with his perfect abs, and pecs, and delts, and, hell, even his traps are amazing—willreallysee me now, in the light of day, and whatever spell he was under last night will break. And that fear becomes more and more real with each passing second, as his mouth travels from my lips to my neck, then around my nipples and past my bellybutton, his body shifting further down the bed, where he starts kissing my inner thighs, then looks up to me for permission.
My heart is hammering. “No one’s ever done that before,” I admit.
“Do you want me to?” he asks.
My mind is going a mile a minute. Idowant him to.Somuch. But I’m scared. We’ve already had sex but, somehow, this particular act seems even more intimate.
Dex can read the ambivalence on my face. He smiles. “Well, I like doing it. And I’m good at it,” he adds, not so humbly.
