I whimper, desperate; arching, twisting into his miraculous hand.
“Nobody else has seen you like this,” he murmurs, still watching, fixed on me. “They don’t know you like I do. The way your body rises to me, the way your face looks when you’re on the edge.”
I throw my head back and let out a twisted cry of frustration. My body is aching, God, I’m pulled tight, nothing but stardust sensation and raw, empty need made hungry by every slow thrust of his fingers, every slide of his thumb over my tight nub. Oh God, this is it. I feel the shivers start to spread, taking hold at the very base of my soul.
But Dex pulls back, stilling his hand.
“Wait for it,” he orders. “Wait until I say.”
“Please,” I gasp, lifting my head. “Dex…”
His lips curl in a wicked smile. “Say my name again.”
“Dex,” I cry.
“Louder,” he orders, plunging his fingers inside me again. Oh fuck, he’s pulsing them again, high inside, that dizzying place I’ve never known before, better than anything, white hot with joy.
“Dex!” I’m screaming now, beyond words, all I have is this syllable, this one anchor to the world and his tormenting touch.
“Come now,” he commands, lowering his mouth to me. “Come for me, sweet Alicia.”
He closes his lips around my clit and sucks, sweeping his tongue over me in a sharp burst of pleasure as his fingers thrust thickly inside me and I go shattering over the edge into sweet surrender. I come screaming his name into the dusk, ecstasy crashing through me in relentless waves until my body is breathless and gasping in his arms, and all I can think is,
More.
I roll on top of him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. I’m still flushed and trembling, but there’s a new need burning hot in my veins, an empty space deep inside me that his fingers can’t fill. Dex stiffens against me in surprise, but now I’m the one unleashed: kissing him greedily, my skin slick against his body as I reach between us and stroke him, hard through his jeans.
Dex lets out a tortured groan. I unzip his jeans and reach inside, closing my hand around the hard, thick length of him and pumping slowly as I tease and nibble at his earlobe. I feel him jerk against my hand, impossibly big, and now I’m the one in control, leaning over him, edging his jeans and underwear lower as I kiss my way down his body.
He smells of saltwater, sweat and masculine musk, and I inhale him hungrily. God, this man, this man I could devour for a hundred years and still not have enough. I find the head of him with my lips, sliding just the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the moisture beading there, but I barely touch him before Dex yanks me up.
“No,” he growls, pushing me down on the bed beneath him. “When I come, it’s going to be buried to the fucking hilt in your sweet, wet pussy.”
I shudder, and his lips curl in a familiar smile.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you,” he murmurs, leaning over me. “You like hearing how I’m going to thrust my cock deep inside, filling you up, so big you’ll be stretched wide open for me.”
Lord. I’m on the edge again, my whole body sensitive and trembling for him.
“Do you like that, baby?” He reaches over me to the bedside table, and takes a condom from the drawer. “Every inch of me is going to be buried, right here.” He slips a hand between my legs, stroking slowly at my slick heat. “God, Alicia.” His eyes are hooded, glazed with lust. “You’re so wet.”
“For you,” I whisper. “All for you.”
Our eyes meet then, and it feels like an infinity stretching between us. He rolls on the condom, and then shifts me, moving to lie between my open thighs.
I feel his body settle over me and I spread wider for him, falling back into the bliss of his skin on mine, body to body, damp and sliding with slippery friction.
This was what I was made for. This is why I waited, all these years. So I could be possessed by his firm, commanding hands. So I could surrender to the hot desire pooled deep in those dark, dangerous eyes.
“You,” he murmurs, bending his head to kiss me. It’s a question and an answer, a promise and a plea all in one. And I answer it the only way I know how: arching up against him as he positions himself at my entrance, spreading wider, longing to be filled.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper in his ear. “I want everything you have. Everything you are.”
I feel the shock of my words ripple through him, and then with a low groan of possession, Dex thrusts into me in one swift stroke.
Oh. My. God.
I cling to him, overtaken, overcome. God, how can something feel this good? He fills me, stretches me, just the way he promised, and oh, I can hardly take it: sharp pleasure and sweet pain, mingling in one, taking me over, fire racing in my blood as I lose myself in him, in the sensation of being possessed, owned, taken over.
He slides out a few inches and thrusts again, this time deeper than ever, igniting my last threads of sanity and sending me plunging into the inferno. I cry out, clenching around him, feeling his body tense and shiver in my arms.
“Oh God,” he gasps, and I see it in his face, this miracle of sensation. “You feel…God, Alicia, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”
He thrusts deep again, and I’m right here to meet him, arching up, grinding my hips to release the stardust shuddering from my core. He pins me down, slamming into me harder, and now I’m really gone, mindless and gasping for more. His grip on my wrists is punishing, his body demands more than I can give, but this is what I want, the total command, the reckless heat as I thrust against him, taking him deeper, wanting all of him. This is sweet insanity, a place beyond thought or words. Our bodies plunge and slide in slick determination, our mouths devour each other, and in the midst of it all, I lose myself to him: I surrender to the madness and pure, craven need. I open myself and take everything, every inch of his thick, demanding cock, and the dark hunger in his eyes, and the jagged edges of his beautiful soul, until my body can’t stand the pleasure any longer and I break, coming apart again with the sweetness of a thousand sun-drenched mornings, firelight singing in my blood and blazing through my soul as I gasp his name a final time and feel the truth brand itself on my heart with pure possession.
“Nobody else has seen you like this,” he murmurs, still watching, fixed on me. “They don’t know you like I do. The way your body rises to me, the way your face looks when you’re on the edge.”
I throw my head back and let out a twisted cry of frustration. My body is aching, God, I’m pulled tight, nothing but stardust sensation and raw, empty need made hungry by every slow thrust of his fingers, every slide of his thumb over my tight nub. Oh God, this is it. I feel the shivers start to spread, taking hold at the very base of my soul.
But Dex pulls back, stilling his hand.
“Wait for it,” he orders. “Wait until I say.”
“Please,” I gasp, lifting my head. “Dex…”
His lips curl in a wicked smile. “Say my name again.”
“Dex,” I cry.
“Louder,” he orders, plunging his fingers inside me again. Oh fuck, he’s pulsing them again, high inside, that dizzying place I’ve never known before, better than anything, white hot with joy.
“Dex!” I’m screaming now, beyond words, all I have is this syllable, this one anchor to the world and his tormenting touch.
“Come now,” he commands, lowering his mouth to me. “Come for me, sweet Alicia.”
He closes his lips around my clit and sucks, sweeping his tongue over me in a sharp burst of pleasure as his fingers thrust thickly inside me and I go shattering over the edge into sweet surrender. I come screaming his name into the dusk, ecstasy crashing through me in relentless waves until my body is breathless and gasping in his arms, and all I can think is,
More.
I roll on top of him, capturing his mouth in a kiss. I’m still flushed and trembling, but there’s a new need burning hot in my veins, an empty space deep inside me that his fingers can’t fill. Dex stiffens against me in surprise, but now I’m the one unleashed: kissing him greedily, my skin slick against his body as I reach between us and stroke him, hard through his jeans.
Dex lets out a tortured groan. I unzip his jeans and reach inside, closing my hand around the hard, thick length of him and pumping slowly as I tease and nibble at his earlobe. I feel him jerk against my hand, impossibly big, and now I’m the one in control, leaning over him, edging his jeans and underwear lower as I kiss my way down his body.
He smells of saltwater, sweat and masculine musk, and I inhale him hungrily. God, this man, this man I could devour for a hundred years and still not have enough. I find the head of him with my lips, sliding just the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the moisture beading there, but I barely touch him before Dex yanks me up.
“No,” he growls, pushing me down on the bed beneath him. “When I come, it’s going to be buried to the fucking hilt in your sweet, wet pussy.”
I shudder, and his lips curl in a familiar smile.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you,” he murmurs, leaning over me. “You like hearing how I’m going to thrust my cock deep inside, filling you up, so big you’ll be stretched wide open for me.”
Lord. I’m on the edge again, my whole body sensitive and trembling for him.
“Do you like that, baby?” He reaches over me to the bedside table, and takes a condom from the drawer. “Every inch of me is going to be buried, right here.” He slips a hand between my legs, stroking slowly at my slick heat. “God, Alicia.” His eyes are hooded, glazed with lust. “You’re so wet.”
“For you,” I whisper. “All for you.”
Our eyes meet then, and it feels like an infinity stretching between us. He rolls on the condom, and then shifts me, moving to lie between my open thighs.
I feel his body settle over me and I spread wider for him, falling back into the bliss of his skin on mine, body to body, damp and sliding with slippery friction.
This was what I was made for. This is why I waited, all these years. So I could be possessed by his firm, commanding hands. So I could surrender to the hot desire pooled deep in those dark, dangerous eyes.
“You,” he murmurs, bending his head to kiss me. It’s a question and an answer, a promise and a plea all in one. And I answer it the only way I know how: arching up against him as he positions himself at my entrance, spreading wider, longing to be filled.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper in his ear. “I want everything you have. Everything you are.”
I feel the shock of my words ripple through him, and then with a low groan of possession, Dex thrusts into me in one swift stroke.
Oh. My. God.
I cling to him, overtaken, overcome. God, how can something feel this good? He fills me, stretches me, just the way he promised, and oh, I can hardly take it: sharp pleasure and sweet pain, mingling in one, taking me over, fire racing in my blood as I lose myself in him, in the sensation of being possessed, owned, taken over.
He slides out a few inches and thrusts again, this time deeper than ever, igniting my last threads of sanity and sending me plunging into the inferno. I cry out, clenching around him, feeling his body tense and shiver in my arms.
“Oh God,” he gasps, and I see it in his face, this miracle of sensation. “You feel…God, Alicia, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”
He thrusts deep again, and I’m right here to meet him, arching up, grinding my hips to release the stardust shuddering from my core. He pins me down, slamming into me harder, and now I’m really gone, mindless and gasping for more. His grip on my wrists is punishing, his body demands more than I can give, but this is what I want, the total command, the reckless heat as I thrust against him, taking him deeper, wanting all of him. This is sweet insanity, a place beyond thought or words. Our bodies plunge and slide in slick determination, our mouths devour each other, and in the midst of it all, I lose myself to him: I surrender to the madness and pure, craven need. I open myself and take everything, every inch of his thick, demanding cock, and the dark hunger in his eyes, and the jagged edges of his beautiful soul, until my body can’t stand the pleasure any longer and I break, coming apart again with the sweetness of a thousand sun-drenched mornings, firelight singing in my blood and blazing through my soul as I gasp his name a final time and feel the truth brand itself on my heart with pure possession.
