Page 65 of Cross My Heart
“Whatever you need, baby, but I want to make sure you stay here with me. At this moment, can you promise me your head won’t wander to anything but what you’re feeling, right here, right now?”
I hadn’t thought of it that way.
“Baby, I want you aware of who you’re with every minute of this.I think you should keep your eyes on me and only me, can you do that? I won’t force you, but I’m worried if you close your eyes, this might not end well.”
“Okay, eyes on you,” my words are shaky. Dex knows I’m nervous.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Lanie. From here,” he kisses the base of my neck, “to here,” he touches the instep of my right foot, “and back again,” his finger ghosting over my entire body, sensitizing me in ways I never imagined.
“O-okay,” is the only word I can form.
“Keep your eyes on me at all times. Understand?” He whispers against my skin.
I can no longer form sentences, so I nod my head.
His lips make their way across my collar bone, then he slides his tongue back across the skin he just kissed. The ocean-air feels frigid against the wetness of his hot tongue. My entire body quivers underneath him.
“I’m going to unhook this now?” He asks, pulling at the strap of my silk bra.
“Mhm…yes,” I add when I remember he wants words, not incoherent blubbering. Closing my eyes, I feel him reach in between my breasts to the tiny clasp holding both sides of the purple fabric together, but he doesn’t release them.
“Open your eyes, baby, look at me,” he commands.
My eyes fly open, not realizing I had closed them.
“You good?” He asks, looking deep into my eyes.
I smile at him. “I’m good, I want this, Dex. I want you.”
“That’s what I want to hear, sweetheart.”
With the flick of his wrist, my breasts are freed.I’m a C-cup, so there was definitely some spring when they were released. My eyes move from my nipples to Dexter’s eyes. He is licking his lips and his eyes have darkened as he sits back to take me in. Slowly, showing me what he is doing, his hands move to cup each breast.
“God, Lanie. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
His fingers knead and pull at the flesh, rolling one nipple then the next. I’ve never known how sexual this could feel. His hands lightly pulling and pinching my erect nipples has me moaning and writhing.
Sweet baby Jesus, he has barely touched me,yet my belly is coiling and tensing like I’m going to explode. I feel a light sheen of sweat appear all over my body.
Leaning down close to my ear, he asks, “You like this, Lanie? Does this feel good?”
“Yes, God, yes,” I answer, unable to keep my voice down.
He growls loudly in response. He moves to straddle me and I feel how hard he is beneath his shorts. Without thinking, I reach for him, but he swats me away.
“Not yet, sweetheart. You touch me now and I’ll never last. Just let me explore you for a while. I want to know every inch of your body, Lanie. Every dip,” his hands run over my hip bone to my navel, “every valley,” his finger trails up my sternum, “every peak,” his hands rest once again on my pointed nipple.
Dex leans down and kisses the most raised of my scars, the one that crosses from my left rib cage down to my right hip. I shudder beneath him, not from his touch but by fear of what he must be thinking, being so close to those jagged marks.
“Lanie?” He queries, now running his tongue along the bottom scar that runs hip to hip just above my pubic bone. “These,” he pauses, kissing the third and final abrasion on my abdomen, “are just marks, they are just parts of your skin, parts of you, and trust me, baby, there is nothing I don’t find sexy about you. Every single inch of you is delicious. I am going to have so much fun tasting and touching and teasing as often as you’ll let me.”
My breathing is ragged. I’ve never felt this exposed, or this wanted. The smell of salt air, the sounds of waves hitting the boat, and the feel of Dex when he lowers his mouth to my nipple once more, is more than I can bear. I combust. I see stars. I feel like every muscle in my body is spasming. When I can finally breathe again, I open my eyes to see Dex resting over me with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Holy shit, Lanie, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says in admiration.
“I, um, well…sorry?” I say as he creases his brow. He looks as confused as I feel.
“Lanie, have you never had an orgasm before?” I might die. Right here, underneath Dexter Cross, I just might die of embarrassment.
