“Shh,” he whispers, hands tightening around my thighs. “Enjoy it.”
His tongue touches me again. It’s warm and wet as he licks me from bottom to top, and my head falls back against the couch cushion when he parts my lips with his mouth and sucks on my throbbing clit.
I fooled around with a couple boys in high school and had sex with College Boyfriend, but I’ve never felt anything like this. This is getting caught in a summer storm. Losing my breath. Standing on the edge of the unknown—and stepping off the ledge.
Dex wraps his arms around my thighs, gripping me, holding my legs apart as he sucks harder. I’m moaning now, my fingernails digging into the throw pillows on the couch. His tongue dips into me, and then he’s back at my clit, circling it, sucking on it, lavishing it in attention. The pleasure swells inside me, building and building. My toes curl, a trembling starting in my legs.
But then Dex shifts, not yet letting me finish. I open my eyes to find him sitting up. He reaches for his belt, and a heat wave of desire goes through me as he undoes the buckle and frees the top button of his jeans.
Standing, Dex pushes his jeans and boxers down, and his dick springs free, flushed pink and glistening at the tip. The sight cultivates such hunger in me that I immediately sit up and lean forward on the couch, reaching for him, wanting to feel him, to taste him.
He’s hard beneath my hand, and he groans as I take him into my mouth. Slowly, I ease him in, widening my jaw to adjust to his size. My tongue brushes against his head as I slide my lips over his dick, and he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls, which only makes me wetter. I move faster, groaning around him as he gets harder in my mouth.
I vary my speed, going fast and then slow, wanting him to want it, to crave it. And if the sounds he’s making are any indication, I think he’s about to explode.
He hardens again, getting impossibly firm between my lips, but before he can cum, he eases himself out of my mouth, pulls me up off the couch, and lifts me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him and find his lips with mine, then his tongue. He tastes like me, like that secret place no one else has ever tasted. If it were anyone else, I might be turned off by it, but with him, I want to drag my tongue across his lips, to relish every taste he gives me.
His arms are strong, sturdy, and he carries me into my bedroom with ease. There’s only a salt lamp on in this room, and the dim light cuts shadows across his jaw as he lowers me gently onto the bed.
“I have to have you,” he says, climbing on top of me and parting my legs with his hips. His dick is poised to slide into me, to sink fully into my body, but he hesitates, waiting, watching my face.
“Then take me,” I whisper breathlessly.
Desire flashes across his face. And then he pushes through my folds and plunges into me.
My body takes him in, eager and willing. I gasp as I stretch around him, but the momentary sting of pain quickly gives way to pleasure. I’m soaking wet now, dripping as he pulls out and thrusts back into me. I’ve never wanted someone this bad before. Even as he’s inside me, I yearn for more. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, clinging to him, wanting to draw him closer even as he’s buried inside me. He catches my lips, kisses me deeply. I could drown in this ecstasy.
Dex pulls out and sits back on his knees. I almost whimper at the emptiness it leaves inside me.
“Sit up,” he says. “Grab the headboard.”
I do as he says. Climbing to my knees on the bed, I bend slightly over in front of him and wrap my fingers around the wooden headboard. Maneuvering behind me, he lifts my left leg in the crook of his elbow, then eases his length back into me. Once again, my body pulls him in, hungry for his heat.
Fully inside me, his naked chest pressed against my back, Dex reaches around, and his fingertips find my clit. I gasp at the sensation. Now he’s thrusting slowly, matching his pace to the speed of his fingers pressing circles against me.
And it’s everything. It’s shaking legs and panted breaths. It’s a sheen building up on my low back from the fire burning through my body.
I’ve fantasized about Dex fucking me, have even touched myself to the thought of him, but even in my wildest imaginings, it was never like this. I always imagined him bending me over and doing me hard, having his way with me, leaving me trembling. But this, what he’s doing right now, is even better. It’s deep and slow. It’s transcendent. It’s borderline holy.
I cry out as he thrusts into me. His fingers rub harder against my clit, and I’m building up again, breathing faster, closing my eyes. In my mind, I see his head between my thighs, the shimmer of his tongue as it slips inside of me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
His skin slaps mine, harder now, faster.
And then he takes me there. My walls clench and throb around his dick, my toes curling as I let out a moan that even my neighbor must hear. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm, his fingers touching me more gently now, easing me down from my explosive high.
“Fuck,” he bites out. He drives his length into me one more time, burying himself deep, then pulls out.
He cums on my ass, grunting through his release. Heat rolls down my cheek and onto the back of my thigh. The sensation makes me shiver.
For a moment, neither of us speak. Dex lowers my leg, then pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in the side of my neck. His chest pressed against my back, I can feel the rapid beating of his heart.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
My lungs heave as I try to catch my breath, and as my orgasm subsides and the racing of my heart begins to slow, a tidal wave of emotion crashes over me.
I want him here, with me, forever. I want to make love on the kitchen counter, then eat greasy Chinese takeout and play video games until we fall asleep. I want him to sing just for me, and I want him in the audience every time I step onstage.
But that’s not real life. That’s a fantasy, one that will never, ever come true.
And that realization makes my eyes flood with tears.
I want to blame it on the hormones coursing through my body, and that probably plays a small part, but as I kneel here cradled in Dex’s arms, his breath warm against my neck, I feel terrified that he’s going to leave.
I’m a fool. I knew what could happen. I warned myself time and time again to stay away from him. But his pull is like gravity; I tried, I fought, but in the end, I couldn’t resist it.
A tear slips down my cheek, and he must feel it, because he pulls away slightly.
“Nora? Are you okay?”
I force out a light laugh, not wanting to reveal the torrent of emotions raging through me. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired now.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck again, and his scruff tickles my skin. “Then fall asleep with me.” His voice is gruff, quiet, and his words make my heart pick up its rapid beating again.
Is he going to stay?
I figured he’d get dressed and leave right away, add another notch to his bedpost, but it seems I was wrong.
