A gasp of disbelief comes out of me.
“Holy shit, Dex, I had no idea.”
“What do you mean?”
“That this is how you talk to women you have on your bed. It’s freaking hot.”
I’ve got no filter. Every bit of energy is spent holding myself in place instead of pulling him over me.
“Women?” His huff is indignant, like I insulted him. “The only woman on my bed is you, Sabrina.”
“C’mon, you know what I mean.”
He shakes his head while unbuttoning his shirt. It’s mesmerizing, the way his fingers efficiently flick each obstacle out of the way, the fabric gaping till his gloriously sculpted torso is unveiled. The movement is slow and precise. I can’t take my eyes off his hands as they unbuckle his belt, promising to unleash the rigid length underneath.
Then, he stops.
My eyes fly up to find his amused grin. I know bait when I see it. He rubs his groin, drawing my attention like a magnet. Thick and long, his bulge strains against the zipper. A zipper he has yet to pull down.
“You’re torturing me!” I declare incredulously.
“You want to see how hard I am for you? Then do what you’re told.”
His voice is soft and husky, but there’s no denying the tone. It’s an order.
“Lie back and open your legs.”
“What if I don’t?” I sound like a brat.
Not sure why I’m resisting at all. Every part of my body vibrates with the need to be closer. Yet there’s something stronger thrumming in my veins. A compulsion to see what he’ll do if I disobey. A small rebellion to test his limit.
Instead of answering, he puts one knee on the bed and leans in, his body looming over me. He smells of sandalwood and pine, our kiss lingering on his honeyed breath.
“You need convincing before you do what I tell you? I can work with that.”
There’s a hint of mischief to his raspy voice, like a secret he’s been saving for exactly this moment.
Dex kisses my jaw, the shell of my ear, and down my neck. It’s light and playful at first before the kisses get increasingly urgent and insistent. He sucks the junction between my neck and collarbone, hard and harsh.
I fall on my back at the pleasure.
His mouth finds my breasts as he repositions his elbows on either side of me, using his ridged abdominals to rub against my apex. Dex shoves the delicate cups aside and worships my breasts, licking the valley between them and pinching the sensitive tips. A heavy palm runs up and down one side, gripping one butt cheek firmly and tilting my lower half to grind harder and deeper. He draws my nipples into his mouth and sucks hard till I’m reduced to frayed nerves and delirious moans.
Sensations overwhelm me.
It’s as if I’m discovering my own body for the first time. He makes me feel treasured and plundered, protected and ruined all at once. Ruined for anyone else, I mean. Because as much as I’m falling apart, his embrace makes me feel substantial and whole. An unexpected sense of completeness washes over me.
Dex moves lower, leaving a wet trail of erotic nips and kisses, until he’s over my mound.
He’s right.
I open my legs because he’s right.
“That’s it, Sabrina. Nice and wide, so I can see how wet you are.”
“Dex, Dex,” I chant. His breath lingers over my core and the aching pressure is nearly unbearable.
He licks me in slow, continual strokes. The flat of his tongue awakens every erotic cell in my body. There’s a steady thrumming at my center. He eats me in a steady rhythm that intensifies, moving quicker and pressing firmer when I need him to. My desperation builds. Dex devours me with the enthusiasm of a man determined to relish every flavor. He carries me to a blissful precipice so acute it’s sharp, nearly painful.
