“Dex, please?—”
“Tell me,” I murmur against her heated skin. “Use that voice and tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” she gasps. “All of you. Please.”
I work my way back up her body, pressing kisses to every inch of skin I can reach. When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s trembling with need.
“Look at me,” I tell her as I slowly push inside. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.”
Her eyes flutter closed as I stretch her, and I have to grit my teeth at how perfect she feels around me.
“You okay?” I ask, holding still until she adjusts.
“More than okay,” she breathes. “Move. Please move.”
I start slow, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But there’s only pleasure there, only want.
“Faster,” she demands, nails digging into my shoulders. “I won’t break.”
“Are you sure?” I tease, picking up the pace. “Because you feel pretty fragile underneath me.”
“I’m tougher than I look,” she gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Yeah, you are,” I agree, losing myself in the rhythm we create together. “You’re fucking perfect.”
When she comes apart beneath me, it’s with my name on her lips and her eyes locked on mine. I follow her over theedge moments later, burying my face in her neck as the world dissolves around us.
We lie there afterward, breathing hard, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.
“So,” she says eventually, voice still rough from crying out. “My voice really does it for you?”
“You have no idea,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her hair. “No fucking idea.”
“Good to know,” she murmurs with a satisfied smile. “I’ll have to remember that.”
We’re lying tangled together, her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. In the dim light filtering through her curtains, she looks ethereal—all golden skin and copper hair spread across my chest.
“You know,” I say softly, catching a strand of her hair between my fingers, “everything about you is golden.”
She looks up at me, curious. “What?”
“Your voice—it’s like liquid gold when you sing. Your hair catches the light like fire. And when you laugh...” I tuck the strand behind her ear. “When you really laugh, you light up the whole room. Like sunshine.”
Her eyes soften, something vulnerable flickering there. “Dex...”
“Goldie,” I murmur, testing the name. “It suits you better than Golda. My golden girl.”
A tear slips down her cheek, but she’s smiling. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
“Good,” I say, wiping the tear away with my thumb. “It’s mine to call you. My Goldie.”
She kisses me then, soft and sweet and full of promise. When we break apart, her smile is radiant.
“I like it,” she whispers. “I like being yours.”
“Again,” I tell her, already hardening against her thigh. “I’m nowhere near done with you, Goldie.”
Her eyes widen, then darken with renewed desire. “Already?”
