Dex flashed me another tired grin, kissing the top of my head right before he side-stepped me with a smack to my ass.
"Get some sleep," he said as if that was even an option when it felt like Niagara Falls was between my legs.
By the time I realized that he wasn't kidding, leaving me there standing like a complete moron, he'd already turned on the shower.
That dick.
I climbed into bed trying my best not to think about Dex's pleasured face the night before—all loose and relaxed with happiness mixed in there. Which then got me not thinking of how he'd looked days before that with his mouth...
Stop it.
The bed was surprisingly a lot more comfortable than my bed at Sonny's, and definitely way more than Dex's couch. I wasn't surprised when I fell asleep almost immediately after putting my head on the pillow.
And it felt like I'd barely done that when I was rolled onto my stomach, my cheek against the sheets. Warm lips and cool air tickled my spine. Two sets of fingers swept over my shoulder blades, down the twin sections of my back.
I was still half asleep as his forearm slipped between my belly and the mattress. His mouth traced over the notches of my spine. Warmth curled from the nape of my neck down to my tail bone, and instinctively, I arched my back like a cat into his touch.
Blinking sleepily, I noticed it was pitch black in the room. We must have only been asleep for a few hours at the most. The only noise came from the low hum of the air conditioner against the wall and the creaking of the bed under Dex's shifting weight as he inched his way down the mattress, arm still locked around me.
"Not tired anymore?" I whispered the question in a hoarse voice.
His low chuckle filled the room, tongue swirling a circle at the lowest point of my back. "All I needed was a little nap," he breathed right before nipping my butt cheek.
Oh man.
I may have stretched into a deeper arch, which earned me another nip on the other cheek.
Dex's free hand cupped my bottom, his long fingers spanning from the crease to nearly my hip. "This ass..." he groaned, kissing each cheek simultaneously. "Do I gotta thank all that time you spend swimmin' for it or your ma, that you got blessed with it?"
I wiggled my butt a little. "I don't know."
There was no warning for the hard crush of his arm hiking my hips up high before the tip of his tongue streaked its way down my cleft, slipping into my slit with a wet thrust.
Holy crap. Holy times a million craps.
Dex's flat tongue licked over my seam, once, twice—not enough—careful and controlled when he'd make a quick detour to dip his pointed tongue inside.
Dead, dead, dead. He was going to kill me with his mouth. And his lips.
Oh lord, especially his lips when he started sucking gently on the each soft fold.
Mother. Blooming. Heavenonearth.
I probably should have been embarrassed by the cries and the moans that wormed their way out of my throat as I tried to push my hips back against him. My cheek was still flat on the mattress, fingers curled into the hotel room's bed sheets, and it must have been the lack of vision that heightened every wet touch, every low little groan he made of approval when he'd slip his tongue where I wanted—needed—something bigger.
Almost as if he'd read my mind, his hand gave my ass a little squeeze before I choked out a cry in time with the deep press of long fingers inching into my channel, replacing that brutal, raspy tongue. Dex's mouth kissed my cheeks, fingers sinking deep in me. Curling. Moving in and out as I whined into the bed.
"Perfect, baby. So fuckin' perfect..." I barely heard him pant into the skin of my bottom.
I was so wet I could feel it. Hear it. The sloppy sounds of his fingers going in and out of me, making me desperate for that tingle that had blossomed in my lower stomach the moment he'd rolled me onto my stomach.
The speed of his movements doubled then tripled. That burn grew and grew as he kissed and nipped at my cheeks, biting harder and harder the more wet I got. Between the frenzy of his fingers, and that blessed heat radiating off of his body, it was paradise.
Until he suddenly pulled away.
I turned to look over my shoulder, not caring at all that I could barely see the outline of his frame in the darkness, but the hot presence of his arm around my waist confirmed he was still there.
Then, he was there. The fat tip of his cock was suddenly between my lower lips as he dropped his weight down to cover me. Thighs on the outside of mine. Groin over my back. Chest on my back. Dex was a human blanket that slowly pushed his broad, beefy shaft into me inch by delicious inch.
Even now, after barely twenty-four hours, it was the tightest fit. Not painful exactly but there was no way in hell I could ever forget, even after just having that bulbous head in me, that he was there. Filling me. Stretching me. Grinding himself into my cleft once he'd worked that long length in me.
And holy shit. Holy. Shit.
I pulsed around him before he even had the chance to withdraw for the first time.
Dex's mouth came down on the curve of my shoulder and neck, biting down hard, we both groaned for completely different reasons. "Fuck, Ritz," he whispered but there was no power behind it. No real need or desire for me to stop.
So I squeezed my inner muscles again, and got a circling of his hips in response along with another deep, guttural groan. It felt like I was filled to the max. One more inch, one more millimeter in girth and there's no way in hell I could have taken him without being in pain, I figured.
But this... this was perfect.
I arched my back even deeper, appreciating the years I'd spent practicing yoga and stretching after swimming, and that settled the ridge of his cock even deeper. "Oh!"
Dex groaned, long and low against my back. "Goddamn it, baby," he hissed. Damp lips moved across the line of my shoulder. Never withdrawing an inch, he slipped his knees between my legs, spreading my thighs so wide if I had on clothes, it would've looked like I was crawling under barbed wire in the military.
The arm around my waist tightened when he finally withdrew the barest inch, and then thrust forward. Hard. He withdrew two inches the second time, and then slammed home. Slow and steady, Dex built up the push and pull, one inch on top of another inch until just the very tip of his engorged head stretched home.
Then, he thrust.
And I choked sounds and wild gasps as his warm balls slapped against me on splitting pushes in. The sounds of Dex panting on each measured slide broke the steady panting out of my mouth, the sound of flesh meeting flesh. His hard cock burying itself into me with powerful thrusts that made me push back for more.
I groaned into the bed when he tipped his hips a certain way that hit something magical in me.
He growled his agreement before biting my shoulder again. "Good." He nipped the other side. "Fuckin'...good."
Oh hell.
With a quick shift of our bodies, he gripped me hard to him and flipped us over, keeping the wet, filled connection between us until he was on his back with my back and hips settled perfectly on top of him. Dex planted his feet on the bed and spread my legs so that they went over his, knee to knee, leaving me open and vulnerable.
At least until he bucked his hips.
I cried out his name and got another pump of his pelvis.
It was instinct that had me reaching both arms up on either side of his face to brace myself on the headboard. Dex's face was right next to mine when I tipped it to the side. I couldn't see more than just the easy shape of his features, so hard and strong even in the dark that I knew where his mouth was, finding it where I shouldn't have been able to.