Page 128 of Dex

“Your bed?”I tease, raising a brow.“What’s wrong with my bed?”

He grins and leans in, brushing my cheek with his fingertips.“Our bed, Daniela,” he whispers, his voice husky, intimate.His hand slides down to my waist, fingers splayed, possessive, gentle.“I want you in my bed,wife.”

A surge of excitement explodes inside me, warmth flooding through my chest like a thousand tiny ripples.I blink up at him, breath catching.We move off the bed, and make our way, kissing and hugging, and this time I tug at the zipper of my dress, hard to reach behind my back and so cleverly hidden.Hard to undo.Between us, between kissing and touching, we manage to unzip it.It pools like jade at my ankles, only now, we’re in his room.

The master bedroom.

The energy here is different.Slightly colder.The air is fresher.He turns on his bedside lamp and his heated gaze moving slowly over my body, like he’s seeing it for the first time.Like he’s appreciating it.I don’t need to be told.I already know what I want.I hop onto the bed, and wait, lying on my back, my arms crossed behind my head.

He joins me, his mouth immediately latching to my breast which he suckles hungrily, feral noises falling from his lips, as he tends to each one carefully.This man takes pleasure from me and gives me so much back.I arch my back, ready again.

“This time I don’t want to fuck.I want to make love to you,” he says, in between sucking.

And just like that, mouth still latched to my breast, he positions himself between my legs, taking turns to squeeze my nipples and kiss me slowly, languorously.I feel loved.I feel taken care of.I feel wanted.

We’re skin to skin with nothing between us.I wrap my legs around his waist, caging him against me.He presses his forehead to mine, dark eyes fixed on me as our breaths mingle and he positions his cock at my opening.

A sigh falls from my throat as he fills me completely, stretching me to my limit again.I should be used to him, but my body is still adjusting to his size.He stills, buried to the hilt, and for a heartbeat neither of us moves.My walls clench around his thickness, slowly getting used to the intrusion, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure stealing my breath.

“Daniela,” Dexter groans, voice strained.“You feel so perfect.This pussy … this pussy was made for me.”He chokes out the words like they scare him, then pulls back and slams into me again.He finds a punishing rhythm, my entire body shaking with each powerful thrust.I moan and mewl, arching my back, letting him suckle, in between thrusts.

“Don’t … stop …” I beg.He slides inside me, thick and hard, and I gasp into his mouth, only to meet his tongue, delving in and out just as his slides in and out below.“You’re the only one I want, Dexter.”

He grunts, and we kiss again.Our kiss turning urgent, fevered.My arms slide around his neck and I cling to him, while he kisses and fucks me.A delicious combination that ignites something raw and desperate inside me.

It’s rhythmic, perfect, divine.He fills me completely, absorbs me so that it feels like he and I are one.

“I never want to leave your pussy.”He looks down at me, eyes glistening, watching my reaction as he pumps in and out.My mouth falls open, because he moves slowly, filling me to the hilt, before pulling out, the sweet friction slowly driving me to the edge.

“You’re never leaving this bed,” he rasps.And, when I don’t reply.“Are you?”

“I’m not,” I pant, feeling my orgasm start to climb again.

“You’re not what?”He studies me carefully, awaiting an answer.This man has so much stamina.I can barely think, but he’s moving, shifting above me, fucking me slowly and it is the most fulfilling feeling.

“I’m never … leaving … this … bed.”

He thrusts into me like he can’t get deep enough, like he wants to fuse us into one.And I want it.I want him to consume me, to claim me and ruin me.

My pulse begins to skyrocket again, pleasure coiling tight and urgent.I shouldn’t be able to come again so soon, but the way he’s pounding away, hitting a sweet spot deep inside, has lights flashing behind my eyes.

I’m already there.“Dexter…” I moan his name like a plea and a warning.I’m falling apart as he slams in to me, driving me over that edge again.

“I know,” he grinds out, sensing it.His hand snakes between us and finds my throbbing clit.He rubs hard, sending me hurtling into oblivion.I come with a cry, nails digging into his shoulders, my entire body clenching wildly around his cock.

“Fuck!Daniela—” He bites out my name, thrusting once, twice more before he loses himself with a raw groan.He comes, his release hot and pulsing deep in my core, spilling into me in the most primal way.Ripples of shock flood through me, but then, suddenly and without warning, he pulls out, streaks of cum shoot over my breast.“I forgot to wear a condom.Sorry.”He looks at me, worry filling his eyes.“I tried not to come inside you, but I might have, a little.”

I blink, trying to think through the haze.

“I’m sorry.”He grabs the edge of the duvet and starts to wipe away the cum.I do some mental math.Then I grab his hand and sit up, to console him.“It’s okay.It’s going to be okay.I just finished my period two days ago.We’re in the safe zone.”

It still doesn’t stop him from looking worried.

“And ...I haven’t had sex in over a year,” I continue, “I’m not on the pill but he used protection.”

He pulls back in disgust.“I don’t want to picture you having sex with anyone else.”

“I was just telling you about my last boyfriend—”

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