Natalie shook her head. “N-no baby.”
I could feel her legs trembling as her hands gripped the sheets. A warm sensation fluttered at the pit of my stomach, and I knew I was close.
Natalie laid her head back and captured my lips with hers. “This pussy is yours, Dexter.”
I looked into her eyes as I held her hips. “Don't tell me that unless you mean it.”
Leaning over, she wrapped her hand around my neck and gave me her tongue. “Dexter, baby, it's yours.”
I thrust inside her harder. “Tell me again.”
“It-it's yours. Dexter, fuck, this pussy is yours.”
Natalie screamed out as her body jolted and she came all over my dick.
“Fuuucckk!” I moaned as I pulled out and came all over her ass.
I walked over to her bathroom, grabbed a washcloth from her cabinet, and soaked it with hot water and soap. Walking back to the bedroom, I cleaned off Natalie before myself and placed the towel into her hamper. Natalie was getting into her bed when I came out of the bathroom.
“Get in with me,” she instructed.
“I thought you were going to kick me out,” I teased, sliding into the bed and wrapping my arms around her.
“Nah, never that,” she said, looking up at me. “Besides, I told you I was yours, and I meant what I said.”
I smiled down before I planted soft kisses on her lips. “That's what I thought.”
She pinched me, causing me to laugh out loud. I pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head. After a few moments, Natalie's soft breathing slowed down, and I could tell that she was asleep. Any other night, I'd still be up tossing and turning because I couldn't shut my mind off, but having this beautiful woman in my arms had eased my soul. The next thing I knew, my eyelids became droopy, and I was out like a light.
Natalie
My eyes fluttered openwhen I felt Dexter twitching in his sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I picked up my phone and realized it was after three in the morning.
“P–please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt y’all, please.” Dexter murmured, his head faintly moving side to side against the pillow.
Placing my hand on his shoulder, I gently nudged him. “Dexter? Dexter baby…wake up.”
Dexter's eyes snapped open as he shot upright. His chest heaved rapidly as he scanned the dark room. His breaths became ragged, and I could feel him frantically moving around as if hewere trying to remember where he was. Turning my bedside lamp on, I gently ran my hand down his arm. Once he realized where he was and who I was, his shoulders sagged with relief.
Running a hand down his face, Dexter exhaled a long breath. “I’m-I'm sorry. Sometimes, I get these bad night terrors…anyway I hope I didn't scare you.”
“You did a little,” I admitted, scooting closer to him. “It sounded like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?”
Dexter let out a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. “No, not really.”
“What's wrong?”
Dexter waited a beat before he glanced over at me. “Can I share something with you and you promise not to judge me?”
“Of course.”
“I mean, I know that's a lot to ask, especially since we haven't really gotten into details about what you and I–”
“Dex!” I laced my fingers with his. “You can talk to me about anything.”
Dexter ran his thumb across my palm as he sat silently again. I patiently waited for him. I could tell he was trying to find the right words, and I was not going to rush him. I could understand how he was feeling; having the truth burning a hole in your chest and you wanting nothing more than to be set free, but there wasn't anyone safe enough to be vulnerable with. There have been plenty of times that I sat with my mom as we shopped for my fake wedding and wanted to tell her the truth about Lawrence and me. I hated I was wasting her time, and I hated that I was still helping him. When I really think about it, the only reason I haven’t come clean is because of pure embarrassment and greed.
“I'm a liar,” Dexter blurted out, breaking me out of my thoughts.
