by Nella Tyler
I talked about Dexter a lot and was happy to see that given the way he had done what was necessary to get me back, Laura forgave him.
I had no idea what I would’ve done if she hadn’t.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like that was a possibility that I even had to entertain, which reinforced the positivity I was feeling toward ringing in the new year!
Dexter
Time seemed to stand still. I couldn’t wait until it was time to go pick up Mazie and I spent an exuberantly long time trying to look my best. After my major screw up, I wanted to show appreciation for her giving me another chance.
Plus, I wanted to dress the part for the news I had to give her.
When it was finally appropriate for me to go pick her up, I couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous.
However, when she answered the door, looking positively stunning in her crimson dress, with her hair pulled back in a sensual fashion, all of those thoughts drifted out of my mind.
Immediately, I had the urge to rip the dress off her body and ravish her, but I controlled myself, knowing that considering the circumstances, that probably wouldn’t be wise.
As usual, Mazie was all ready to go when I arrived, and in the car, while driving to the restaurant, we made pleasant conversation.
Mostly, Mazie told her what a wonderful Christmas she’d had, and I was pleased that she didn’t require much from me since I only had one conversation on my mind.
I waited until after we had sat at the table and ordered to reveal my news, still not sure if it was the right time but deciding it would be better to get past it.
“So, I’ve got some news…” I started when I was given the chance, knowing I wanted to tell her but not sure how she would react.
“Oh?” Mazie answered, her eyes narrowing slightly with intrigue, “Is this news good or bad?”
“Good…I think,” I answered honestly as Mazie leaned closer to me, as though she thought I was going to tell her a secret.
“Okay, so, what’s up?”
“My father…he asked me to take his place as partial owner of the company.”
Immediately, her eyes lit up, and she beamed.
“Oh my God, Dexter! That’s great! I am so excited for you! What do you mean, that is great news…unless,” she stopped her burst of excitement suddenly as she thought deeper into why I would answer in such a manner, “What do you think about the situation? Is it good news for you?”
“Yeah, for the most part, sure. It’s just, you know, a week ago, my father hardly spoke to me and now, this? It just seems…sudden?”
Mazie nodded with understanding.
“Yes, but you said you guys are doing well. Trying to make a change even. Maybe he thought it was just the right time?”
I felt my shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant manner, “Sure, I guess. It’s still weird though; a pretty quick turnaround, considering the enormity of what he is asking.”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“I want it to work out. I’ve been waiting my entire life to actually talk about taking over the company. I just don’t want it to come back to bite me in the ass.”
“Well, even though your father is nothing like my father when it comes to the business, I think they both would only do what’s best for its survival…it is their legacy, after all.”
“I guess you’re right,” I answered, trying to sound more convinced than I was. “I just hope that this wasn’t some big I told you so. I don’t know, I can just imagine my father getting some news that could potentially kill the company, so he passes it off to me so that when I fail, he can come back and save it, using my dumb ass as a scapegoat.”
I could tell that Mazie was trying not to laugh, but eventually, she did.
“Wow, you really don’t trust your father, do you?”
“Not as far as I can throw him, at least not yet. As thrilled as I am that we are finally building a relationship, I’ve still had a lifetime worth of mistrust.”
Mazie didn’t try to argue that fact. Instead, she made a motion of understanding and finally gave an answer that was genuine, instead of idealistic, “I want you to think what will be right for you. If you make the decision that makes you happy, I don’t think you will ever regret it. Go with your gut and do what you think is best for you. I did, and it worked out alright.”
“Besides being the pariah of societal functions?” I teased.
Again, her shoulders rose and fell, but this time, it was in a playful manner, “Somebody’s gotta give those stiffs something to scoff at and talk about.”
“Well, being that we’re together, if I do turn down my father’s offer, at least we’ll have one another to talk to,” I laughed, and the conversation eased into jokes from then on out, until it was time to leave.
“So, what do you want to do now?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she offered earnestly before falling into thought, “I have never seen your house.”
I playfully snorted, “Why would you want to go there?”
“So we could be alone?” her eyes raised as she squeezed my hand suggestively.
“Oh…” I answered in a teasing fashion, “Well, in that case, I don’t think I want to keep you in suspense.”
So, after settling the bill, I took her back to the house.
Once inside, I started to show her around. I started with the front of the house, showing her the kitchen and the dining room, purposefully leaving the bedroom for last, hoping that something would come of it.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” I offered as we passed the kitchen, trying my best to be a good host.
“No, thank you,” she replied, trailing behind me as she took in the sight of my house. “It’s beautiful,” she added after I presented a few more areas.
“Thanks,” I answered, looking back to her with a small, knowing grin. “It does its job.”
“No, my little apartment does its job. This does far more than house you,” she argued in a lighthearted manner.
“It’s nothing like your parents’, or my father’s house,” I returned as we started down the hallway.
“Fair enough, but I wouldn’t want their houses.”
“But, you’d want mine?” I teased.
Even though I didn’t chance a look behind me, the tone of her voice told me that it likely was accompanied by a shrug.
“I could get used to it,” she retorted playfully.
I continued down the hall, pointing out the bathroom, the office that is hardly ever in use, and the guest bedroom.
Hoping to God that she was still in the mood when I introduced my bedroom, I turned around in a suggestive manner, only to be surprised by the sight of Mazie in nothing but her panties.
“Oh…” I answered, my eyes growing wide at the sight of her engorged breasts and perfectly formed body. Instantly, I felt a throbbing in my groin, having to resist the urge to rip off her underwear and take her right there, against the wall.
Mazie giggled, “I thought we could skip the formalities.”
While she spoke, she inched closer to me, sauntering seductively with every step.
I turned to face her, with my back still in the doorway, taking in her delectable nakedness.
My heart started to beat heavily, and my mouth ran dry as all the fluid I had in my body seemed to culminate in the vicinity of my manhood.
I swallowed hard as I felt her nimble fingers press against my body, immediately removing my shirt.
Mazie worked slow but diligently, easing me out of my shirt before kissing my now bare skin. The feel of her lips and her gentle touch sent tremors of excitement through my body, and as her fingers drew a line toward my pants, I braced myself in the doorjamb.
I groaned, feeling her hands so close to my groin as she unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor.
Drawing in a wild, ravenous breath, my eyes dropped down to her as I imagined being inside of her.
When we were both
equally nude, however, I couldn’t take another moment of this torment.
“Mazie,” I called, tearing my grip away from the wood of the doorway, causing her to look up.
Immediately, I grasped ahold of her, pulled her up, spun her around with my lips on hers and guided her toward the bed.
Mazie
My heart pounded, and my mind raced. I thought of everything and nothing all at once as I felt his nakedness press against mine.
When Dexter lowered me back into the bed, I felt my body quiver with excitement.
I grinned as his mouth reunited with mine, thrusting his tongue through my teeth with power and vigor; solidifying his ravenous resolve.
I moaned, smiling behind his lips as my arms entwined around him, pulling him closer so that I could feel the heavenly pulse of him.
With every pulse, I felt a jolt of excitement ripple through me.
With the taste and sent of him surrounding me, I thrust my bosom against the taught rope of muscle that encased his chest.
The warmth of his body eased my already overly-sensitive skin into a flurry while his strong arms secured me, flexing against my skin with every subtle movement.
By the time his lips traveled off mine and started to caress their way down my chest, my heavy breathing was exacerbated.
Rubbing my legs together, I also noticed that moisture had started to coat my womanliness as I readied myself for Dexter’s entry.
I closed my eyes and eased my head back, reveling in the feel of his lips and the slight scratch of his beard nuzzled against my breasts.
Slowly, seductively, Dexter traveled down the valley of my cleavage before he suddenly thrust both his hand and his mouth up toward my nipple.
I gasped as he shifted his weight against me, suckling my breast and winding his tongue around the already swollen, blushing bud.
He moaned my name as I wrapped my legs firmly around him, pulling his groin toward me, causing a thrust of elation to erupt between my wetted legs.
I coaxed myself up, riding him gently, teasingly. He returned my taunting with a slight nibble of his teeth, tugging with just enough to relay his devilish charm.
I squealed with surprise, and he growled in response, pulling back from me to stare upon my fully exposed body.
Inspired by Dexter’s movements, I giggled and pushed against him. He allowed me to push him over until I was straddling him, looking down into his ravenously sexy eyes.
My hair fell around him as I took in his delectable body and ran my fingernails down the front of his chest.
Enriched by another tremor of erotic euphoria, I crouched down so that the majority of my body was pressed tightly against his, tilted my head, and pressed my lips against his.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the feel of him. I reveled in each and every crevasse my body melded into and the increasing warmth that was nearly molten at his virile core.
I focused on his lips, how they felt against mine and the increasing taste that tingled my senses, always leaving me wanting more.
Dexter was certainly an addiction, and after fearing that our love affair had ended, I now couldn’t get enough of him.
I wanted to be sure that I ingrained every solitary scent, taste, and touch into my memory, not because I feared losing him, but because of how much I knew he meant to me.
Thrusting myself against him, I rubbed up and down against his throbbing member while pressing his shoulders deeper into the bed when he reflexively went to move.
Of course, I was certain that he could overpower me at any moment, but his relaxing of the reins he usually held in a death grip was encouraging.
I leered at him, rocking back before easing my way up his manly rod again, this time with a slow, tantalizing movements that drove him crazy.
I watched as his eyes grew ravenous.
When my wanton flower graced his apex, Dexter couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a loud growl of feverous excitement, Dexter pushed himself up, and the two of us wrestled around, playfully.
I giggled and pretended to put up a fight, but eventually, I found my shoulder blades kissing the sheets of his large bed.
Again, in an instant, I was surrounded by him, and this time, I could tell he wasn’t going to let me get away.
With an arduous breath and a sly grin, Dexter stared down at me before backing up and easing himself against my moistness.
“Dexter…” I moaned, thrusting my pelvis toward him, more than willing for him to take me, “Oh my God…”
His low, gravelly laugh was sexy, and his boudoir touch was enticing.
With a deliberate, torturous stride, Dexter eased himself against me, nearly piercing the veil of my arousal before pulling back, leaving it vacant.
When I writhed under him, pressing my hands firmly around his arms in an attempt to plead mercy, he only simpered.
Again, he left my loins unsatisfied but on the third stroke, he eased himself in and finally, blissfully entered me.
“Oh God! Yes!” I screamed, arching my back and squeezing his arms.
His girth and length was immediately filling, yet I pulled him closer, ensuring that I was able to feel him inside me as deep as possible.
When Dexter pulled back, I gasped, readying myself for the next thrust.
“Yes…yes!” I exclaimed when he started to pick up the pace of our lovemaking.
Hastily, I was able to meld to his pattern, and soon, we were coursing swiftly and jointly, like a tide of unbridled desire.
The two of us moved faster and grew closer as our hearts beat to the rhythm of our quick-paced breaths.
I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly, trying to make the wonder of this moment, as we both approached our climax, last as long as possible.
However, eventually, with one final thrust, I heard Dexter grunt with euphoria as his warmth ejected deep inside of me.
Moments later, I too was consumed by the elated, cataclysmic eruption of passion.
At that moment, my breath and body absconded, leaving only mine and Dexter’s souls, uniting and flourishing as one.
With a ragged exhale, I fought to keep the feeling alive, but after a moment of sheer heaven, I felt myself descend back into reality.
When I opened my eyes to gaze up at Dexter, I found that I was left only with a memory and the promise of reaching such fantastic heights again.
Once we were finished, feeling completely exhausted, I lay there in the bed, wrapped tightly in Dexter’s arms, trying not to fall asleep. For, as comfortable as I was, I knew that if I drifted into the dreamless slumber that beckoned, I would lose this moment to my memory, and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted to hold onto this feeling of bliss for as long as I possibly could.
However, eventually, inevitably, I felt my eyelids grow heavy as a deep breath drew in his virile musk. I grinned, thinking about how thrilled I was to be sharing this moment with him. I wasn’t sure if Dexter was sleeping, or simply enjoying this moment, fighting sleep like myself, since all I heard was his deep breathing. I focused on the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat, which had slowed significantly since I first rested my head on him.
It still seemed strange to me, the position I had found myself in, and I still couldn’t imagine how I ended up here.
Yet, beyond the haze of sleepy wonderment, I didn’t care. I was here and for the first time, I found that I was finally, truly happy.
Only moments before I surrendered to sleep, I realized that was all that truly mattered.
Dexter
Waking up the following morning was wonderful. Before I even opened my eyes, I realized that Mazie was still wrapped tightly in my arms. I pulled her closer as the scent of her hair wafted into my senses, causing me to breathe deeper.
I nuzzled into her hair, grinning before I pulled back to look at her slumbering form. Flawless beauty surrounded her, and I couldn’t help thinking that she was even more gorgeous when she was sleeping.
However, it w
asn’t long before she started to stir, but instead of trying to wake her up, I simply reveled in her process.
Mazie awoke slowly, with her eyes moving behind her eyelids a few moments before she opened her eyes.
When she did, she stretched and yawned, before looking back at me.
She grinned.
“Good morning,” I told her. “I’m glad you stayed.”
“Good morning,” she replied sleepily, giggling at the thought of last night. “After what we shared, there was no way I was leaving you.”
“You’re beautiful,” I offered, not sure of what else to say. After all, this was the first time a woman had stayed over that I wasn’t trying to kick out the door.
“And you are handsome,” she replied, kissing him briskly on the lips before turning to get up.
“Wait! Stay with me,” I let out a low, enticing growl, “I want to persuade you not to leave today either.”
She laughed, “As enticing as that is, I can’t. I have plans to go see my father today, but if you want, we can get together tonight.”
“Of course,” I agreed as I watched her get dressed.
Once she was ready, she returned for a deep, meaningful kiss goodbye before hurrying out of the room.
I waited until she had left before deciding officially that I couldn’t deal with work today.
I was in too good of a mood, and I didn’t want the thought of spending all day in bed with Mazie to be wasted on office bullshit.
I knew that my father would understand me needing some time to myself to figure things out, and so I called out and met Garrett at the gym.
“Damn! You get a girlfriend and I don’t hear from you!” Garrett teased, yelling across the room, causing some heads to turn.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Jesus, Garrett, does the whole fucking world have to know?”
“That you’re a pussy-whipped little bitch? Sure. It seems fair to me.”
