Those kisses were everything that our other two weren’t. Exploratory in a way that made me feel breathless and restless. They were sweet and patient up until he started sucking one lip and then the other between his. Because after that, they got wet. Slow and sensual. Dex slanted his mouth, slipping his tongue in with so much stealth I didn’t realize it until it brushed against mine.
I whimpered as his arm slid around my back. He dropped his weight until we were flush. My breasts to his chest, stomach to stomach, groin to groin. With only the barrier of my thermal shirt, our underwear, and the thin shorts I slept in, I could feel every inch of him. That included the hard nudge of one of his nipple rings against my bra-less breast.
Holy crap.
I’d been kissed before and in between those kisses, I’d put my hand and mouth on one of my two boyfriends. So out of those few times, those few kisses, the porn I'd watched, and the romance novels I'd read, I had a general idea what things were supposed to be like. But with Dex, and his hot insistent mouth, strong, possessive hands, and hard, tattooed, and angelically endowed body, I felt like I’d graduated from high school to college. Better yet, from high school straight to graduate school.
My hands had somehow managed to find their way to Dex’s waist as his controlling mouth took over. My fingers curled into the hard muscle that cushioned his hips.
I felt fingers around my waist start to drift lower, slowly gripping the hem of my thermal. I panicked just a little, ready to stop him if he tried to pull my shirt off. I wasn’t built spectacularly. I’d always considered myself pretty average by most standards. My stomach was pretty flat, and my skin was dotted with the occasional freckle.
I was okay, my body was okay, but I wasn't ready for him to know about my arm. Not yet.
So even though I knew I wasn’t shaped like a model or a bombshell, like I envisioned Dex might have been used to from what I'd seen him with before, I wasn’t too insecure. But he tugged my shirt up, up, up. Over my belly-button, over my ribs, and over my breasts until he stopped. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He stopped, bunching my shirt just underneath my collarbones. But as Dex’s eyes landed on my bare upper body, trailing a hot path over my clavicles and landing specifically and what seemed like permanently on my breasts, I got a little self-conscious but not enough to cover myself.
With a sigh, he grazed the backs of his fingers over my nipples making them pucker immediately. Dex’s other hand reached up so that his thumb rested directly beneath a swell. He tested the weight of it by lifting his finger. “Iris," he said, drawing out the consonant in a hiss.
“Mmm?”
The backs of his fingers brushed over my nipple again. “Perfect, baby.” He muttered, pinching the tightened peak with his thumb and index finger, making me gasp at the sensation. “Love your pretty tits.”
I was on the verge of telling him thank you for a compliment I’m sure he was being too free with, when his head dipped down and his lips pursed around the nipple he’d squeezed. He sucked the little bud softly, tongue laving over it each time.
Dex’s mouth opened wider, taking in as much of my soft flesh as he could. With his teeth and lips, he nipped, sucked, and lapped over and over again.
All I could think was holy friggin’ shit.
Iridescent blue eyes were open and taking my face in with each tug of his hard sucks, and if what he was doing wasn’t the hottest thing in the history of the world, then Dex watching me while he did it, was. These whimpering noises deep in the back of his throat vibrated through me, turning me on just as much as what he was doing was.
I was mumbling stuff that made no sense. A mix of “Dex…God…Dex…shit,” and words in between that were the opposite of logical.
His breath was hot across my chest as he moved to bite my other nipple gently. I wanted to touch him before I burned to death from the intensity of our contact. My hands moved to cup his head, his shoulders. A back-and-forth trek that had me grazing over the short, silky ends of his messy, sleepy dark hair.
His mouth finally pulled away from my chest after a lazy lap at each wet nipple. Dex’s heavy eyes were on me, lips slightly parted before his mouth was on mine again, taking all of me without a second thought as his hand cupped over my shorts. His fingers slipped up one of my legs, pulling my bottoms and underwear to the side, his pads grazing over the seam of my sex.
He made a husky, raw noise in his throat. “Jesus,” he murmured over my mouth, fingertips grazing over the moist line of my lower body.
I was too turned on to care that I was, in fact, really wet, and too wrapped up in my own little world to care that I had a damp spot on my underwear to tell that story. And that little—or maybe not so little—spot was held captive by Dex’s palm.
All of his fingers except his thumb fell away, leaving his thickest digit to brush lightly along the slit. “You’re so hot, baby.”
Holy crap. Holy crap.
Dex swept his thumb over me again and again. He didn’t ask for permission when his index finger spread me wide, his thumb brushing over me once more with a feather-light touch.
Oh my sweet lord. Holy craaaaap.
I dropped my head to the pillow below me, breathing hard as he parted me open, letting the heat of his hand sweep over me. “Iris, Iris, Iris,” he chanted, one of his fingers grazing directly between my legs before continuing its path lower until the tip of a long finger dipped into me. Then dipped deeper. Dex’s eyes closed before he slid it gradually completely inside, palm flush against my outer flesh.
I panted. There wasn’t anything else to do besides call him God, or moan and beg him to do whatever he wanted except stop. What had I been so scared of? Someone please tell me. It felt like drowning and being born at the same time. He pulled his finger out slowly, the crease between his eyebrows furrowing with the movement before he slid it back in completely with a husky groan.
"Fuck," he drawled like he was in pain. Those bright blue eyes made a trek from the center of my body up to my face, heavy and horny, the weight of Dex’s gaze was crushing. His normally smooth skin was flushed pink. Fingers massaged the slick channel they’d buried themselves in and I couldn’t help but gasp.
Dex’s bottom lip dropped just an inch, his breathing hard. “You like that, baby?”
By some friggin miracle, I managed to tip my head down once in agreement, earning a lick across my collarbone from Dex.
His fingers made a slow withdrawal, the pads grazing something incredibly sensitive and so unbelievably amazing. He circled over the same spot again and I might have made some kind of choking noise.
“So fuckin’ hot.” The relentless beast repeated the motion over and over again, as I squirmed against his hand, some part of me wanting and needing more and more and more. I arched my back and wiggled my hips in reaction. What did Dex do? He groaned, his breathing getting heavier. “You keep doin’ that and I’m gonna finger you all day, babe.”
Then he started turning his fingers as his mouth latched onto my throat, kissing me, sucking at me, breathing on me. I had my back arched against him when I spread my legs wider. He slowly slid another finger inside right then, creating that same line of dangerous movement that made my thighs shake with anticipation and my insides sting with the invasion of Dex's digits.
He swallowed hard as he pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before easing them back in. Dex shook his head, licked his lip. "You're ruinin' me, babe."
I pushed my hips down greedily, loving the way he felt stretching me. Any desire to be modest just kind of flew out the window. “Dex.”