Page 96 of No Place Like You

“No?”

“I want…” He pushes a second finger into me, and all words left in my vocabulary disappear instantly.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“I want…” A nibble on my ear interrupts my train of thought, almost as if he’s doing this on purpose.

“Hmm?”

I turn to face him, looking at him as his eyes flare with heat. “I want you to fuck me.” His hand stills. “I want you to make me come with your cock.”

A sharp smack to my ass fills my lungs with a sudden gasp. And then he’s gone. The air suddenly feels so cold, but I wait patiently as he reaches into the pockets of his pants to retrieve a condom. He rolls it on, moving efficiently before climbing back on the bed. He reaches across my bare chest and glides his open hand until he’s gripped my throat, pushing me back toward him.

And then his voice stutters. “Lucy, I-I don’t…”

I reach my arm around to grip his ass, pushing him toward me. “What?” I say, suddenly scared. Is he going to stop? I swear, I’m going to kill him if he does.

His eyes darken, looking down at my naked body. “I’m not going to last very long.”

I can’t help the low, relieved laugh that slips through my lips. “I thought you were going to back out.”

“Oh, fuck no.”

“Dexter, I don’t care,” I tell him. “We have all night.”

He smirks against my ear, and I feel his hand moving between us, his knuckles grazing my ass as he takes himself in his hand and presses his tip into me. My entire body stills, waiting, anticipating. Like I’m at the edge of my seat with my knees bouncing and only my toes touching the ground. Like I’ve waited a century for this, and these next few seconds until he finally fucks me feels like an eternity.

When he pushes into me, I feel his entire body tremble. He groans and rolls his forehead between my shoulder blades. “Fuck,Lucy. I’ve been thinking about this, how it felt before, but this is far beyond what I imagined.”

My teeth clamp onto my lower lip, and I shift, adjusting to him. He starts to pull out but then I stop him, my hand still on his bare skin, pressing him to me. “Wait,” I say through a strained voice. “Just wait a minute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” I answer. “I just need a minute.” I need a second to adjust to feeling so full. It feels like every spare part of me is filled with Dexter, and it feels almost too much. A shiver runs down my back when he trails his nose along my neck, and I nod. “Okay.”

“You good?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” And he pulls out before slamming back into me. I cry out at the same time he groans. “Fuck!Jesus Christ, you feel so good.” Another sharp breath spills from my throat when he slams into me again. My body bounces forward, and he holds me tighter. Our bodies start to move in tandem, him bucking against me as I push into him. He starts touching me again, his finger circling my clit, and I start to feel it spread everywhere, to all ten fingers and all ten toes.

My hand covers his while the other holds on to the headboard. He starts to fuck me hard and rough, while his tempo increases and his fingerswork me into fucking euphoria. His hands don’t stop touching me. One between my legs, the other running over my sensitive skin in desperate yet sensual strokes. It’s mind-blowing how I can feel him all over, even on the parts of my body he’s not touching. He’severywhere. And I just know after all of this is said and done, I’ll still feel him.

Dexter wraps his arms around me tighter, and I feel that electricity start to cluster at the base of my spine, making me moan loudly and my body tense up.

“Dexter…I’m—ohh…”

“I know,” he says, his low voice gravelly and thick. “I can feel you.” And his hand grips my chin, turning my cheek to kiss me. “Ohfuck, Lucy.Christ, I can feel you coming.”

“Dexter!” He kisses me fiercely, crushing my lips to his. My orgasm rattles through me, and somewhere between me coiling around Dexter and my entire body tensing underneath him, he comes too. I feel his entire body shudder, and those strong and sure thrusts become jerky and violent.

We sort of just stay how we are, our bodies heaving through large gulps of air. But his touches are sweet and soft as he caresses me. “I’m so glad we have all night.”

I laugh. “Me too.”

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