Page 28 of Dex

Iknewthat we were having a girl but having it re-confirmed today, made it finally sink in. We didn’t stay in the room long before Dex drove us home. He wanted to feel me, he said. The ride home was filled with music; no words were spoken between us. I honestly don’t think they were needed. Twenty-one Pilots ‘Heathens’ played through the car radio. I had looked over at Dex and saw him tapping the steering wheel along with the tune, seeing him happy while driving and thinking that I had finally got him. He finally gave me his heart. He had sensed me looking at him because he turned his head to look at me and gave me a smile that would make woman’s knees go weak. I smiled back at him and then looked out the window.

Coming out of my reverie, I open the front door for us and Dex places his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward, towards my bedroom. Heat rushes through me, knowing what he wants. Hell, what I want. I hear the door shut behind us, Dex must have kicked it shut.

“I want you in that bedroom, naked and screaming my name. We need to fuck. Then we will rest and then we are going out to celebrate with our crew. They need to know that our baby is doing okay.”

“Okay,” is all I can say. My body is literally burning for his touch. It has been since we left the hospital. But the little touches in the car have been doing naff all for my sexual need for Dexter fucking Castle. And the bastard knew what he was doing.

“I like you all compliant, baby.” I chuckle.

“I am surprised you know what that means. I mean, all you do is draw on people all day.” I wink at him and he growls at me.

“You are a bitchy bitch when you’re horny aren’t you? Fuck, you’re a bitchy bitch when you aren’t horny.” This time he winks at me.

“You have no idea. This baby is making me horny twenty-four-seven. I have to flick the bean when you’re not here to help me.” I smile coyly at him and turn to walk towards my room.

“Are you serious?” he asks from behind me. I nod my head and bite my bottom lip, praying like fuck that I am looking sexy right now. “Baby, I own all of your orgasms and I am in a giving mood. You can show me how you like it. I want you to play with yourself for me.” I stop at my bedroom door and look back at him. The sexy smirk is back as he closes the distance between us. “Get naked and get on the bed. Now,” he demands. Bossy bastard. I waste no time stripping out of my clothes, fuck going slow. I want his body over mine as much as he wants mine beneath his. Dex strips out of his clothes and joins me on the bed. He lies next to me, his naked chest pressed against my arm. He lays his hand over my belly, feeling our baby move. My excitement must be affecting her.

“I love feeling her move,” I say in a low voice.

“Me too. It’s her way of letting us know that all is fine. But no more baby talk. I need to feel you; every single inch of you.” Dex goes up onto his elbows and looks down on me. A beautiful smile graces his face. God, I love his smile. His single dimple winks at me and I want to lick it, I always want to lick it. I feel his hand moving down over my bump, in the direction of my dripping wet pussy. As soon as his fingers graze over my mound I shiver. The pleasure that Dex gives me is mind blowing. I have been with a total of three men in all my life, but it has been Dex that had always played my body the best. It’s like he knew how to touch me and when. Unless he was like that with Fiona.

“So wet for me,” he says. I nod my head, effectively shaking my thoughts from my mind. His talented fingers slide through my outer pussy lips and down to my entrance. He dips a finger inside of me and drags my juices up and over my throbbing clit. The small, strong circles he does with his fingers sends thick, heavy, pulsing desire through my body. I jolt when he hits an extra sensitive part of my pussy. These baby hormones are going to be the sexual death of me.

His finger dips into me again and I am so fucking wet for him that he slides in another finger with ease. This man can make me wet by just looking at me or saying just my name. He has always had the power over my body, even when we were younger and I didn't know what it was like to feel turned on. It was Dex’s name that I called out during my first orgasm. Let’s just say that the guy that gave it to me was not pleased at all. He stopped talking to me after that night. Dex’s fingers speed up and the sound of my panting bounces off the walls.

“That’s it baby, come for me. Coat my fingers with your juices. Fucking hell, baby, you are beautiful,” he exclaims, while bringing me closer to my climax. His wet, warm mouth latches onto my nipple and he sucks hard.

“Ahhhhhh,” I cry out. The heady sensation fills my mind. Dex’s touch is taking over my body and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Dex takes what he wants, and he wants me. He wants my cries of pleasure, he wantsallof me. My arse cheeks tighten and my orgasm builds. The intense desire spreads through my body until every muscle locks up in pleasure. My silent cries get caught in my throat. Dex’s fingers slow, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body. My breathing starts to slow and regulate as Dex peppers my neck and collarbone with light kisses.

“You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Baby, you were born to orgasm from my touch,” Dex says against my sweaty skin. He licks my collarbone and I shiver again. He chuckles and I slap his shoulder. I lick my dry lips and wiggle my body against him, causing him to groan against my skin.

“You need to get that beast inside me, Dex. I need to come some more,” I say sweetly. Dex laughs and moves his body above mine and looks down at me. He just stares at me, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine. He takes in every inch of my face, like he is seeing me for the first time. My heart rate picks up and the overwhelming sense of love floods my body. I raise my hand and cup his jaw, the prickly hair of his stubble scratching my palm. I love the feeling, especially when his head is between my thighs. I bite my lip and his eyes track the movement and he mirrors me. God, why does he have to look so fucking sexy biting his lip?

“You do know that this sweet talking isn’t going to work on me,” he explains. I move my thigh so it rubs against his very large and very hard dick.

“I need you, Dex. Don’t let me down, babe. Make me scream your name,” I say, and turn on my side. I wiggle my arse over his dick and he growls behind me. He slides his hand over my arse and down the back of my thigh. He grips the back of my knee and hooks his arm under it. He maneuvers himself, so his cock is at my wet core. I squirm a little and feel the head of his cock enter me. Slowly. Very fucking slowly. His other arm snakes under my neck and curls around to grip it. He holds me still as he slides in the last inch. The heat rises in my body as Dex moves slowly in and out of me, my wetness making it easy for his cock to slide through me.

“Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good; wet and warm,” he whispers. His breath fans across my heated skin. I reach behind me and cup his head, holding his lips to my neck. His slow thrusts make me moan a breathy moan. Even though he is behind me, this time feels different. He is taking his time with me. Every other time we have had sex, it has been fast and intense. Dex is showing me how much he loves me, I can feel every ounce of love he has for me. As if he can hear my thoughts he speaks.

“God, I fucking love you, Addison Cole, soon-to-be Castle.” His dick jerks inside of me. “Fuck, Addison Castle. Sounds fucking perfect.” His thrusts falter. His words rattle around my head.

Did he just say what I think he said?

His fingers find my clit and he rubs slow, hard circles, making my pussy tighten around him. He growls a painful growl, like he is trying to fend off his own climax until I find mine. Which, believe me, I am desperately searching for. I can’t help but push back on him. Feeling his dick go deeper and pulse inside of me excites me more. I feel my pussy gush with juices and Dex moans behind me again. The whole feeling of being with him makes my heart beat with absolute love and pleasure. To know that he is finally mine… can’t now be described with words. I am not even sure actions can show how much this means to me.

“Dex!” I scream his name as my orgasm shoots through me, surprising me. One second I am enjoying the sensation, and then boom! Fireworks go off in my brain, sending streams of intense pleasure through every single nerve that runs through me. Dex’s slaps my arse and I yelp. His pace quickens as he chases his own orgasm. Skin hitting skin; our sweat mixing together. Our breathy moans filling the room. His hand tightens on my hip and he slams in one last time, his body goes rigid as he comes inside of me.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls. I grip his hand that is so tight on my hip I am pretty bloody sure it will leave a bruise. His chest heaves behind me, touching my back with every inhale and I rub my thumb across the top of his hand. We stay quiet for a few minutes, taking in the connection flowing through us. Dex’s hand ever so slowly leaves my hip, and slides over my baby bump, my hand still on top of his. We feel our daughter move together and I can’t stop the sloppy smile that crosses my face. God, I feel like I am in some cheesy Hallmark baby film.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” Dex says into my neck.

“Yes, I was. Thank you very much.” Dex bursts out laughing and I can’t help but join him. His laugh does something to me. It’s deep and throaty; makes me twice as wet. Bloody pregnancy hormones. I move to lie on my back so I can see his handsome face. His perfect cheekbones, straight nose, perfect jaw. His eyes make you lose yourself. I lost myself years ago and I knew I would never find myself, until he found me. I raise my hand to his face, dragging my thumb across his bottom lip. His tongue slips out and licks the pad of my digit and I shiver. Dex smirks at me. Cheeky bastard knows what he does to me. Our eyes never stray, locking in words that don’t really need to be said but I know they will be.

“So, we are doing this?” I ask, still touching his jaw. He huffs a small laugh and moves his hand on my belly.

“Hell yeah we are. You have my baby in your belly and I was introduced to your friends as your boyfriend. Even though I feel I am too old for that title, but I will take it.” I laugh, but his earlier words come back into my head.

“Speaking of title…” I quirk an eyebrow. “Addison Castle?” Dex lets out a little laugh and leans in to kiss my lips.

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