"Let's get naked," he suggested, his voice gruff.
I didn't have to be asked twice.
I reached behind me to unhook my bra and threw it off the bed. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and heard Dex's heavy breathing. I glanced up at him and saw his eyes were glued to my hips as I raised them to take them off.
His hand was stroking his bare cock as he watched me.
I slowed my movements and took my time peeling my wet panties away and sliding them slowly down my legs. When they were off, I had planned on throwing them over the side of the bed, but Dex snagged them and brought them to his face.
"God, your pussy smells so good."
I had just had the mother of all orgasms, but at his words I was ready for more.
*.*.*.*.*
Dex was so hard it almost hurt.
He'd had more than his fair share of women over the years and, after his meltdown, had found himself in some pretty kinky situations, but Leila's response to his touch left all of the other women in the dust.
He had never seen anything so fucking sexy as Leila's ass as she moved up the bed.
Or so fucking hot when they dry humped.
Christ!
He had been about three strokes away from coming when he'd been on top of her and they hadn't even gotten naked.
Or so fucking seductive as when she opened her thighs allowing him more room as he played with her between her legs.
Her sweet mewls and moans drove him insane.
But it was the taste of her on his fingers and the smell of her on her wet panties that again had him close to his own orgasm.
Too close.
Leila moved to her side, facing him and copied his pose of elbow to bed, head on her hand.
"That was amazing!" she said softly but with fervor.
Dex could feel his grin as it stretched his mouth. She was right, it had been amazing and he hoped that it would get even more amazing as they did even more things to each other.
He leaned across the small space between them and kissed her, her mouth immediately parted and their mouths made a kind of love as their hot tongues danced together. Dex pulled back.
"Want you to touch me, babe." he said as he rolled onto his back, but stayed glued to her eyes.
"Ah, okay," she said softly but with a tiny frown. "I've never done it before. Will you teach me? Show me what you like?"
His hard on jerked at her words. The stupid ass-hat of an ex-husband hadn't taught her anything about pleasure and Dex would be willing to bet that the ex probably did the old 'slam, bam, thank you ma'am' style of fucking.
But the ex's loss was Dex's gain.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest, a little lower than his breast bone, then removed his hand. He felt every stroke of her fingers as she moved her hand over the hills and valleys of his chest. She pinched his right nipple and moved her hand to his left.
"Will it hurt if I touch it, Dex?"
"You mean my nipple ring?"
He saw her nod.
"No, babe. The ring just makes it more sensitive."
"Really?" And Dex watched as her nipples got hard at just the thought.
Holy fuck but she was sexy as hell.
Her eyes dropped from his as she watched her fingers move to stroke his nipple and flick at the ring. His cock pulsed again at the feeling of her soft, warm hand as she caressed his chest.
Her hand descended, touching softly over the hills and valleys of his abs, circling his navel as her hand travelled lower.
Her head, which had been inclined as she watched her hand now tilted back to his face as she wrapped her velvety, warm fist around his cock.
"Tell me what to do, Dex," she whispered. "Can I make you feel good, too?"
His heart had been pumping pretty damn fast in response to her touches, but now sped up even more at her question.
Her small fist was nearly swallowed up by his large hand as he showed her how he liked to be stroked, even including how tight.
Fuck, it felt good and he couldn't help moving his cock, fucking her tight, warm fist. He heard her gasp and he looked down at himself.
She had her thumb poised as if to rub but she hesitated.
"Babe, it's just pre-cum. Means I like it."
"Really? You like what I'm doing?"
Her innocent question sent another spasm to his throbbing cock and he felt his balls contract.
"God, yes, Elle. Don't stop," he said, dropping his head back to the pillow and thrust up into her hand.
She leaned up to hover above him and captured his mouth, gently licking his lips, teasing the seam of his mouth before sliding her small tongue inside, twirling her hot slickness against his.
She swallowed his long, low groan in her mouth as his come began to jet, shooting out onto his chest and belly.
At the feel of his wetness, Leila let go of his mouth and looked back down to watch. His eyes moved with hers before he brought them back to her face and his cock continued to throb at her awed expression. As the jets stopped, he felt her hot hand move downward and she gently cupped his tight balls before pulling her hand back and wiggling off the mattress.
"I'll be right back," she murmured and he watched her gorgeous ass as she moved into the bathroom. He heard the sound of a small door opening and closing before she appeared back in the bedroom, not at all concerned about her nudity.
She sat down next to him on her knees and used a hand towel to wipe the come off his belly before dragging her forefinger through one of the puddles that had gone high up on his abs. She brought her finger to her mouth, keeping her eyes on him as she sucked his come off.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
That was the fucking hottest thing he had ever witnessed.
"Did you like that, Dex?" she asked softly with a shaky smile.
"Fucking hot, babe. Loved it," Dex growled.
"Your still hard, though," she mumbled looking down at his still firm cock.
"You're sitting naked in front of me, Leila. It's gonna stay hard as long as I can see and smell you."
"Smell me?"
"The smell of your pussy drives me wild," Dex admitted.
He watched her mouth form an 'O' as he spoke.
"Shocking you, babe?"
"A little I guess, but when you talk like that my insides quiver and my…my…"
"C'mon Leila, if you can feel it, you can say it."
"Uhm, the pulse in my pussy…ah, throbs," she finished and he saw her blush.
Dex rolled back onto his side, head in hand. "So what you're saying is that hearing me talk dirty gets your pussy hot?"
He watched her swallow and her eyes move around the room before she looked back at him and nodded.
"It makes me hot, too, babe when you talk that way."
"Really?"
He nodded and tried not to smile.
He couldn't believe that her ex would throw this kind of beauty away.
"Babe? Do me a favor, okay?"
"Okay…" he heard her voice tremble when she answered.
Good.
"Show me your pussy," he said, his voice whispery soft and deep.
"What?"
"I want you to lean back and spread your gorgeous, long legs open. I want to see your pussy."
She was breathing fast, but Dex saw her nipples harden into beautiful pink peaks as she thought about what he had asked her to do.
Leila was still for only a few seconds before she shifted off her knees and put her hands behind her. She stretched out her legs, placing one over his chest and moving the other one, planting her foot on the mattress with her knee bent.
"Move your knee, Elle," he directed and watched as she dropped her knee open. Her face was flushed and she was looking everywhere but at him.
"Look at me, babe." And she brought her eyes to his. He kept her gaze for a few beats before he deliberately let his eyes roam from her face, to her full pink tipped breasts that were gently jiggling as
her breath sped up. His eyes traveled over her beautiful ivory skin admiring every dip and swell. His gaze finally stopped on her swollen cunt, hidden behind her soft bush of curls.
Dex heard her soft moan as she watched him visually devour the sensitive flesh between her legs.
"Leila, touch yourself ," he instructed softly and watched as she visibly flinched at the thought. But it only took her a little while to take one of the hands that was propping her up and move it down to her pussy.
"Hold it open for me, babe." And he watched as she used two fingers to hold her slick nether lips wide. He moaned at the sight she presented and couldn't help grabbing his cock sliding it in and out of his fist.
Her pussy was just as beautiful as the rest of her. Wet, soft, pink, now swollen with desire, her cream was covering her pink entrance.
His cock was throbbing again just from looking.
"Show me how you touch yourself," he whispered.
Leila turned her head away from him, but she moved her fingers down her slit and slid her middle finger in her wetness before dragging it back up to twirl, circle and press against her swollen clit in a steady, slow motion. He watched as she arched her back, her nipples tight, and her pussy began to thrust against her finger.
She moaned and his cock spasmed in his fist at the sound.
He moved his hand off his cock and gently placed his hand on hers, stilling her movement.
"You liked showing me your pussy, didn't you, babe."
Leila took a deep breath and looked at him, her eyes wide.
She swallowed then nodded.
"Tell me," he instructed.
"I liked it."
"Tell me, Leila," he repeated.
"I liked touching myself, touching my pu-pussy while you watched me."
"Good. But now I want to taste you there." Dex moved her leg from across his chest and flipped over on to his stomach.
"Lay back, babe."
He positioned himself between her legs.
"God damn, you're beautiful," Dex whispered looking at her fully swollen cunt that was weeping with wetness.
He hadn't lied, the smell of her pussy, her arousal was unbelievable.
He dragged his hand lightly over her mound and felt her contract at his touch. He used his thumbs, spreading her pink folds wide before he lowered his lips and began licking her sweet juice in soft sips.
He heard her deep groan and felt her hips tilt to shove her pussy at him. His cock, pulsed against the mattress in reply.
When he reached her clit, his tongue echoed what her fingers had done. He swirled and circled in firm strong strokes.
"Yes," he heard her hiss and his tongue lapped the full length of her slit before returning back to work her clit.
Her legs opened further and he moved his hands to maneuver them over his shoulders, his busy tongue wiggling harder against her.
He slipped two fingers into her hot, wet chasm.
Her hips were bucking, thrusting against his face, and he shuttled his fingers in and out of her using her rhythm for both his hard-working tongue and sopping wet fingers.
Hot!
So Goddamn hot!
He knew she was just about there when he felt her hands in his hair, sliding through the strands. He moaned against her flesh and the vibration pushed her completely over the edge with a cry.
As her hips stilled, Dex wiped his mouth on her thighs before moving his body up onto hers.
"Well?" he asked softly, his eyes roaming over her face to gauge her reaction.
Leila opened her eyes to stare into his.
She didn't speak right away but he could tell she was processing and he gave her time.
Finally she spoke.
"It's nice to know I'm not a frigid bitch after all."
And they both burst out laughing.
Chapter Eighteen
When our laughter died away, we moved apart. Dex went into the bathroom while I donned my robe after asking what he wanted to drink.
"Hungry, Elle. Maybe we could nuke the Chinese?"
I looked at him a while before answering.
"I could tell you were hungry, sweetie, just by the way you devoured me."
The look he shot me was stunned.
"Did you just make a sex joke?" he asked and I could feel my blush bloom across my chest and cheeks.
"Yeah, I think I did. There's some sweats in the left bottom drawer of the dresser if you want to use them."
"Meet you downstairs, Elle," I heard him say before I left the bedroom.
I took a few moments to close the curtains on the large windows on the front of the house before making my way to the kitchen. Oops! I had forgot about the mess I made during my tantrum. I got the broom out and began sweeping up the food and broken dish before moving to the sink to wet a handful of paper towels to get the stickiness off the cupboards, the fridge and floor.
I had just finished when he came downstairs in a pair of navy blue sweat pants that he had pushed up to his knees. The blue of the sweats was the same color as the tattoo that ran over his left shoulder and swirled around his nipple, the one that was pierced with a ring.
"Where's the plates?" He asked opening and closing a couple of cabinets. I pointed to the right cabinet and put the broom and dustpan away.
"What stuff do you want, babe?" he called from the kitchen.
"A little bit of everything," I called back and heard him begin to microwave.
"You put a wet paper towel over the top of the food, right?" I asked just as I heard the food pop. I couldn't help it. I giggled and moved to get one so that my microwave wouldn't have to be scoured out later.
"Good idea. Never could figure out why my microwave is always a mess." Dex said, coming to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Liked playing with you, Elle," I heard him say softly. My hair fluffed a bit when he spoke.
"I liked playing with you, too, Dex," I admitted, snaking one arm up and behind me to touch him.
"Can we have a round two after we eat?" he asked, his lips now right on the sensitive skin behind my ear.
"Yes, please," I murmured softly. I could feel his cock moving against the cheeks of my ass as one of his hands slipped beneath my robe to fondle and tweak my nipple.
The microwave beeped and I stepped forward to trade the hot plate with the other one. I glanced at Dex as I handed him the plate and saw him against adjusting himself. I felt another answering pulse deep within me at his movements.
Something must have shown in my face, because he directed a wicked grin my way before taking the food.
"Can't keep your eyes off my cock, Elle?" he asked with a wink.
Oh, really?
Game on, Dude.
I watched as he sat himself at the bar and begin to eat.
"Uhm, Dex?"
"Right here, babe."
I waited until he brought his eyes to me before opening my robe and flashing him. I couldn't help but laugh as he was caught with his mouth open and his fork raised.
"Oh, hell, to the no," he said, dropping his fork to his plate. I saw that he was turning to get off the barstool and I began moving as fast as my feet could carry me to the living room, giggling the entire time.
"You can't just flash a guy and walk away, princess," he explained circling behind the couch to try and catch me.
I was giggling too hard to reply and shifted my direction to avoid him but he moved fast, again cutting me off. I faked a move to my right before climbing up on the coffee table and stepping onto my sofa intending to jump over it but Dex caught me around my hips.
"Gotcha," he crowed, laughing up at me.
My giggles gave way to a smile as I ran my hands over his hair.
"Yeah, sweetie, you did," I murmured and watched his eyes soften. He pulled me over the couch and released his hold around my hips so my body slid down his. When my feet touched the floor, his head came down to mine and did a slow nose slide.
"You're pretty fucking ho
t, Elle," he said against my lips.
"You're not so bad yourself, Dex."
He released me and we went back to the kitchen to finish eating.
We were putting our dishes into the dishwasher, when Dex brought up the issue of birth control.
"I'm on the pill and like I told you, it's been a bit over six years since I've had sex." I still hated to admit to it, but I'd rather be truthful.
Dex stilled at my words before straightening and turning to me.
"I just want to go on record and say that your ex was a fucking twat," Dex said quietly but firmly.
"Thanks, I think."
"I'm tested four times a year or more often as needed," he said, closing the dishwasher door.
"Why so often?" I asked wiping down the counters and bar.
"Work hazard. While there is not a lot of blood when I'm inking, there is some. So I try to reduce the risk by being extra careful to not getting any of my customer's blood on me. Too many diseases can be transferred by blood-borne pathogens. We have a rule at the shop that you can't work if you have any open cuts, scrapes or the rest especially on your hands because gloves have been known to break."
"Wow. I didn't even think of that when I made my appointment."
"Most people, don't. How's your ink by the way?"
I pulled my robe open to show him.
"Looks good, babe," he said softly, running his fingers over it. "It's almost ready to be filled in."
It was quiet as we just stood together looking down at the beautiful ink on my hip.
Dex tilted his face to mine, his arm moving round my back.
"Why the Blue Pansy and pupa, babe?" he asked softly.
I sighed. It really wasn't a secret since I'd already told more than a few people about it and since this beautiful man had touched the deepest part of me with both his fingers and mouth, I had no reason to keep the secret to myself.
"Let's go upstairs and I'll tell you why, okay?" I whispered tilting my face up and kissing him softly on his chin.
But I probably should have just kept it to myself because it pissed him off.
Royally.
And I learned in the few moments of silence following my explanation that Dex was not a man that quietly seethed when he was angry.
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