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“May I fuck you.”

“I need you inside me, now.Please.”I grind out a moan as he rubs his tip over me, tempting me, teasing me.When he won’t push in, like I’m desperate for him to, I writhe against him, pressing back, trying to capture an inch of his cock, something, anything.

He slides his cock up and down, like he’s marking his territory.“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you Dexter.”My voice shakes with urgent need.The logical part of my brain has vanished.His fingers reach between my folds, slipping, and sliding, making me whimper and mewl.

“You’re soaking wet for me, amor.”

I can only manage a sigh as his fingers work their magic, touching, and tweaking.He hooks a finger in, then another one, gliding them in and out, making me arch my back as long sighs roll from my lips.“I need you, Dexter.”

“I’m big, amor.”He nips my earlobe gently.

“Then I want you now,” I rasp.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”His thumb glides over my nub, and I shudder as he plays with me, rubs, then stops.Hooks his fingers in some more.I lean back against him, my knees boneless.“You’re ready now, amor.”

“I am.”All that matters is him, inside me.I need him like I need air.

“Ready for me to fuck you.”Another nip on my earlobe.

“Please,” I beg.”

He moves away, and for the life of me I can’t work out why he’s waiting.But then I hear the rip of a foil, and I know what he’s doing.

Smiling in anticipation, I cry out when he pushes inside me.One hard, fast thrust.Delicious friction.A frisson of pain followed by a wave of pleasure.I feel the sting before waves of pleasure roll over me.I groan, savoring the feel of him, stretching me, filling me up.

“Sorry,” he groans, in my ear again.“I should have gone slow.”He stills inside me, and all I can do is pant.

A moan of pleasure falls from my lips.“Ahhh ...yes...”I whimper, bucking against him, trying to ride him.

My heart drops into my stomach, and my arousal thickens.I wait with slow growing irritation.He fists his hand into my hair, then kisses the back of my neck, along my shoulder blade, raining gently little kisses over my heated skin.

My eyes haze over.I feel him inside me, and I feel full, all I want now is the friction of movement.Spiraling desire consumes me, until his large hands bracket my hips and he pulls out, then drives in hard and brutal.I cry out, not caring what sounds I make.My face falls onto the bed, my hips lift higher, and Dexter pulls them back, his hands firm around them before he pistons in and out, getting harder with each thrust.

I gasp each time he thrusts into me, my whole body shaking, as I savor his fullness before he pulls out again.

“Dexter.”I can barely talk.Can barely breathe.His name is all that falls from my lips.

“You feel fucking divine,” he groans, slapping into me, then pulling out.With each thrust I feel the edge building.He reaches for my breast, curses when he can’t feel the nakedness, only the silk fabric of the dress.“Need you naked.”

“You ...should ...have ...unzipped...”He’s driving so fast and hard, I feel my orgasm rising.“Dexter...”

“Your pussy is so wet and soft...”He pounds away, his balls slapping against me.The air fills with the wet, sloppy sound of our bodies meeting.It continues, the motion, the rhythm, the push and pull, and all the while I feel it building to a peak.Then a wave rips through me, consuming me, taking me under, and I lose myself in it.I get there, crying out, unraveling completely, and feeling loose and boneless.Dexter still thrusts in and out of me, until he comes, too, panting and huffing behind me, his hands still on my hips as he grunts his satisfaction.I rest my cheek against the sheets, wait for my body to come back down to earth.

“That was fucking … intense.”His breath is ragged, as if he’s run ten miles.Pulling out of me, he falls onto his back, and I turn onto my back, too, my breathing uneven.The room fills with the sound of our breaths trying to calm down.After a few moments, he sits up and takes care of his condom, before lying beside me again.

I try to shimmy my dress down, try to cover my nakedness, but he takes my hand.“Leave it.I want to see you naked.”

So I leave it.His hand entwines into mine, and I feel complete.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since we left for the gala,” he confesses.

“Just the gala?”I turn to him, saddened that it only happened for him now.

“Ever since I saw you in that dress, all I wanted to do was take it off.”His eyes assess my reaction, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll recoil, or not.He turns to his side, so that we’re facing one another, and his finger strokes my cheek.Dark, hooded eyes, staring at me.“I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since the first night on our honeymoon.Hell, ever since the night of our wedding day.”

I smile.He felt it too, the sparks between us.As if reading my mind, he says, “I wanted to, but knew we couldn’t, so I tried to block you out.”

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