My hands shook as they planted themselves on his ribs, on Uriel, and slid down all that soft skin, rippled muscles and obliques, before pausing at the button of his jeans. I plucked at it like an old pro, my heart beating a quick nervous beat. I tagged the zipper, and slipped my fingers into the band of his underwear. Down, down, down they went. Everything.Jeans and boxers went over hard thighs. I dropped to my knees and kissed the Widowmakers tattoo inked on his thigh, ignoring the long bobbing muscle aimed right at me.
I could do this. I could do it.
The moment he kicked his clothes to the side, I tipped my face up to kiss the diagonal line of muscle over his hip after helping him take off his thick socks.The tiny round studs at the base ofhispink cockwere right there, right next to my face, as the sleek musclepointedstraightat the wall.
"Babe," Dex hissed.
My shaky hand wrapped around his meaty shaft, squeezing the hard length. I watched his face as I licked acircle around the broad tip of his crown just likehe’d shown me days before. He tasted salty, musky, andso, so good. The groan that tore out ofhis throat when I wrapped my lips around the thick headwas like an aphrodisiac, reaching right between my legs.
God, he was thick. My hand could barely wrap around him completely as I licked a circle in the deep ridge between his head and shaft. Over and over, I dragged my tongue into the crevice, letting the low sounds coming from Dex's throat fuel me.
His hand slipped around the back of my head, holding me in place. Those blue eyes were hard and heavy above a tight mouth. "Wrap your mouth...oh...oh...fuck, just...ah...just like that...suck it...suck...motherfuck..."
He only gave me the chance to suck the pink tip with all the pressure my lips could vacuum twice before he jerked out of my mouth abruptly and pulled me to stand.
"Baby," he murmured, slanting his mouth over mine immediately afterward.
The kiss was emotion andownershipall wrapped into one. His tongue was raspy and warm. I was soinvolvedin his lips and the heat of his hands on the middle of my back, I barely noticed when he undid my bra, or when his thumbs flicked at the button of my pants and shoved my underwear down to my knees. His bare feet brushed my legs as he helped me get my bottoms completely off.
He didn't stop for a second while pulling my bra off my arms, and I didn’t let myself stew on the monumental steps we were taking. He didn't hesitate when his fingertips found the peaks of my breasts, circling his thumbs until they pebbled. Dex's groin pressed against my stomach, a thick pipe of warmth that wrote erotic dreams into my skin.
"Need you," hepantedagainst my mouth. Notthis. He didn’t needthis, he neededme. And that’s what made a world of difference.
This was it.
This was it.
I raised my leg without any suggestion, hooking it over his hip in a move that made me feel incredibly vulnerable. What ifthis didn’t live up to his expectations?
The worry wasforgottena second later when Dex grabbed the back of my thigh in a firm hold. With his other hand, he slid it from my breast down, down, down until he slipped those long, artistic fingers over my slit. Fingertips dipped between my damp lips, stroking the tiny little button hidden between them.
I cried out.
The cry spurred those miraculous fingertips to move from my clit until they were sinking inside me, slowly. Two thick fingers stretched the tight tissues, earning a stifled breath from Dex.
"Shit, Ritz," he hissed.
He pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing back in. Dex thrust in and out, over and over again, scissoring then plunging until I was soaking wet, until his hand was drenched with my excitement, my lips spread tight aroundhis digits
“Never wanted anything the way I want you,” he groaned into my skin. “Feels like I’m gonna die if I don’t have your hot little pussy wrapped around my cock, baby.”
Then, he stopped. Just like that, he stopped. Dex pulled his fingers out slowly, trailing over to the back of my thigh. He hoisted me up to brace my back to the wall. Dex’s grip flexedover my ass as he brought his pelvis against mine. The long column of his erection rest between my slit.
God, he was so warm, and his muscles were so firm...
Dex edged his hand from my ass up my spine as he laid a soft kiss on my shoulder. He rolled his hips so that the tip of his cock nudged up my stomach, all hard andhotand insistent. The breath that fanned my neck waschoppy.
"Honey." He ground his pelvis into me, the smooth globes of his balls brushed my cleft. "I can't—"
I kissed him to cut him off. My arms wound their way around Dex's neck, fusing our mouths together. "Dex."
He pulled away only to bite my chin, his breathing so heavy I worried that he'd pass out, or in his case, spontaneously combust from whatever dozens of emotions were hammering through his system. "Please. I need—"
Me.
I snuck my hand between our bodies to grasp his thick erection. Adrenaline and nerves pumped through my veins as I tried to line him up where he belonged, the thick tip nudging too high, then too low until finally,finally, he was there. Thebig mushroomhead dipped the barest inch inside, more like a friendly kiss than anything.
Dex slid an arm under my ass to hold my weight, the other one crossing my back diagonally so that his palm cupped my shoulder, bringing our chests flush. "Here, Ritz?" he asked in a husky voice, sinking an inch deeper into me. The fingers on my shoulder tightened.
