“Fuck,” he exhaled. His fingers moved the same path, almost experimentally. My breaths were jagged, unsteady. Spots impeded my vision.
“Dex, please.” I gasped at another brush of his fingers. “This is really embarrassing, but I’m going to come and I don’t want to come like this. This is great. It’s unbelievable. But I need your fingers or you need to fuck me orsomething.”
He blinked up at me, his cheeks flushed, the haze in his eyes clearing slightly. “You’re going to come?”
“Yes.”
“Why is that embarrassing?”
“We haven’t even done anything yet.” I tried to take a steadier breath. “It’s been a long time since I was with anyone.”
“Okay,” he said, and he ducked his head between my legs. My mind lagged, catching up as his mouth opened up against me,and we both moaned at the slide of his tongue. “Christ,” he said, angling my body closer. “This is all I’ve thought about for weeks.”
My fingers fisted his hair, probably too hard. I had no control. “Oh my god.”
“You taste like a fucking dream.”
I couldn’t pinpoint whether his words tipped me over the edge, or his fingers joining the swirl of his tongue. Blinding pleasure rushed in from all sides. I was vaguely aware of my own sounds—a mix of garbled words and whimpers—and as I came down, I realized my grip on Dex’s hair had inched too far past rough, holding him against me. I tried to catch my breath, exhaled a soft apology and released him, but he grunted his disapproval and dipped another finger inside me.
“Dex,” I gasped, my body jolting.
“One more minute. Can I have another minute?” His tongue melted against me and my head fell back. “Please, Vi?”
“Yes.”
“Grab my hair again. Just like—Yeah.”
I gripped him hard and he rewarded me with a deep groan, his mouth and fingers syncing up in a devastating rhythm, practically devouring me. I’d never experienced this sort of pleasure. Dex loved this, it was so apparent in his sounds. And when I managed a glance down at him, I could see it in his face, how good this was for him, too, and I fell apart again, crying out at the ceiling.
Dex crawled up my boneless body, kissing me gently, tasting like me, and I reached for the buttons of his shirt, working them quickly. He let me push it off his shoulders and run my hands down his chest; my wildest fantasies couldn’t compare. And I wanted his skin, so I shifted to pull my dress over my head, tossing it over the side of the bed, relishing the flare in his eyes upon realizing I wasn’t wearing a bra. Immediately, his hands cameover my breasts, followed by his mouth. The soft suction paired with the guttural groan he let out, reveling, sent a spike of pleasure right through me. Was I that pent-up? Or was this the effect Dex had on me?
“Perfect,” he murmured. Goosebumps rose under his tongue. “You’re perfect.”
“You already made me come twice. I don’t think I’m the perfect one,” I said, slipping my hands to his pants. He was so hard, so patient. I took a moment to feel him, running my hand over him, and he pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “Yeah. I got some at the gas station earlier.”
“Thank god.”
He kissed the space between my breasts and rolled off me, shuffling over to his bag. I sat up, naked, flushed and breathless, and when he looked at me, he tipped his head back and ran a hand down his face.
“Perfect,” he said again.
He returned with a condom and peeled his pants off before climbing over me. I tore open the foil wrapper, my breath coming in hot bursts as he moved down my body, lavishing it with wet kisses and soft bites, sucking the skin under my breast until the pressure was almost too much and I scratched at his shoulders, begging him to let me put the condom on him.
I looked up at him, a little spiral of thrill setting in at the darkness in his eyes, watching me roll the condom down his length. “You sure?” I whispered.
He nodded, cradling my jaw with his hand. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
He settled over me, taking another moment to just look.I can’t stop looking, he’d said. I knew what he meant. And as hepushed inside me, I let myself watch him. The muscles in his neck and shoulders pulling taut, his brow pinching, his eyes roving mine, first in search of discomfort and then a softness edging in as he began to move and I wrapped myself in him, pulling him close, pressing my face into his neck, breathing him in, tasting the salt on his skin, muffling my sounds until I couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled his face to mine. His mouth opened, his tongue sliding over mine. I could taste his sounds, could feel them deep in my gut. My nails dug into his back and he hissed out a “Fuck, Vi, yes.” I lifted my hips for him and he hiked my leg up like he had in the elevator, angling to get deeper.
Vocabulary no longer existed. Just our sounds, our hands, the place where our bodies met, the wet wonderful slide of it. Another orgasm tore through me and I grabbed at Dex, my body out of control as it chased the pleasure, and he worked me through it, sweat beading on his forehead. When he came undone, he groaned my name and nearly bent me in half, his hips jerking into me hard, out of his control, and I held him, whispering in his ear that it was so good, he felt so good.
We fell together, breathing each other’s air, hands absentmindedly stroking each other, his shoulders, my hair, his cheek, my hip. I kept my limbs wound around him so he wouldn’t go, but he didn’t try to. He pressed his face into my neck, letting out the smallest sigh when I brushed my fingers through his hair.
“I have the bizarre urge to thank you,” I said.
