Page 40 of Little Monster
Shifting onto one forearm, Dex trails his other hand across my breast, then down my stomach. He pauses at the edge of my panties, his gaze locked on mine. I bite my lip, breath getting heavy, and watch as his hand slips under the fabric.
The first brush of his fingertips across my sensitive skin is electric, and it makes me gasp. He’s gentle,slow. I lift my hips slightly to press myself against him, thirsty for more of his touch.
His fingers slip lower, tease me, and a smirk curls on his lips. “Why are you so wet?” he murmurs, and the flush that rises to my cheeks just makes him smile more.
I want to tell him thathedoes this to me, that I’ve wanted to be touched by him since that first day I saw him leaning against the doorframe, from the first time I heard his voice and noticed the flash of ink across his knuckles. Now those fingers, those beautifully tattooed fingers, are circling my entrance, and I let out a breath when one finally slips inside.
He brings his mouth to my nipple, his warm tongue and the touch of metal heaven against my skin. Closing my eyes, I let myself get lost in him, in the sensations of his fingers and lips. I keep my eyes closed as his mouth moves from my nipple, across my rib cage, and down to my hip bone. Then I finally open them.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as Dex brings one of my legs up and drapes it over his shoulder. He presses kissesalong my inner thigh, and I curl my fingers into the thick rug as his mouth moves closer to the only still-clad part of me.
No, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never donethisbefore. College Boyfriend didn’t want to, said it was “too hard,” whatever that means, and I didn’t push.
But now Dex is trailing his tongue along the top edge of my thong, and he’s certainly making it look easy.
His blue eyes meet mine as he lifts my other leg onto his shoulder and reaches under me to slide the thong slowly off my hips. Then he’s slipping the fabric off one foot, followed by the other, and I’m lying completely naked on the living room floor.
His eyes rake over me, his tongue darting out to touch his lip ring. “Fuck,” he says. “You’re so sexy.”
Dex reaches for me, and when he catches my hand, he pulls me up and lifts me onto the couch. Kneeling before me, he drags my hips to the edge of the cushion and parts my legs.
I can feel my heart beating in my clit, and it throbs as he leans in close. My whole body tenses up as his mouth draws nearer to my skin. Slowly, he drags his tongue from my entrance to the top of my folds, and I squeal.
“Shh,” he whispers, hands tightening around my thighs. “Enjoy it.”
His tongue touches me again. It’s warm and wet as he licks me from bottom to top, and my head falls back against the couch cushion when he parts my lips with his mouth and sucks on my throbbing clit.
I fooled around with a couple boys in high school and had sex with College Boyfriend, but I’ve never feltanythinglikethis. This is getting caught in a summer storm. Losing my breath. Standing on the edge of the unknown—and stepping off the ledge.
Dex wraps his arms around my thighs, gripping me, holding my legs apart as he sucks harder. I’m moaning now, my fingernails digging into the throw pillows on the couch. His tongue dips into me, and then he’s back at my clit, circling it, sucking on it, lavishing it in attention. The pleasure swells inside me, building and building. My toes curl, a trembling starting in my legs.
But then Dex shifts, not yet letting me finish. I open my eyes to find him sitting up. He reaches for his belt, and a heat wave of desire goes through me as he undoes the buckle and frees the top button of his jeans.
Standing, Dex pushes his jeans and boxers down, and his dick springs free, flushed pink and glistening at the tip. The sight cultivates such hunger in me that I immediately sit up and lean forward on the couch, reaching for him, wanting to feel him, to taste him.
He’s hard beneath my hand, and he groans as I take him into my mouth. Slowly, I ease him in, widening my jaw to adjust to his size. My tongue brushes against his head as I slide my lips over his dick, and he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls, which only makes me wetter. I move faster, groaning around him as he gets harder in my mouth.
I vary my speed, going fast and then slow, wanting him towantit, tocraveit. And if the sounds he’s making are any indication, I think he’s about to explode.
He hardens again, getting impossibly firm between my lips, but before he can cum, he eases himself out of my mouth, pulls me up off the couch, and lifts me into his arms.I wrap my legs around him and find his lips with mine, then his tongue. He tastes like me, like that secret place no one else has ever tasted. If it were anyone else, I might be turned off by it, but with him, I want to drag my tongue across his lips, to relish every taste he gives me.
His arms are strong, sturdy, and he carries me into my bedroom with ease. There’s only a salt lamp on in this room, and the dim light cuts shadows across his jaw as he lowers me gently onto the bed.
“I have to have you,” he says, climbing on top of me and parting my legs with his hips. His dick is poised to slide into me, to sink fully into my body, but he hesitates, waiting, watching my face.
“Then take me,” I whisper breathlessly.
Desire flashes across his face. And then he pushes through my folds and plunges into me.
My body takes him in, eager and willing. I gasp as I stretch around him, but the momentary sting of pain quickly gives way to pleasure. I’m soaking wet now, dripping as he pulls out and thrusts back into me. I’ve never wanted someone this bad before. Even as he’s inside me, I yearn for more. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back, clinging to him, wanting to draw him closer even as he’s buried inside me. He catches my lips, kisses me deeply. I could drown in this ecstasy.
Dex pulls out and sits back on his knees. I almost whimper at the emptiness it leaves inside me.
“Sit up,” he says. “Grab the headboard.”
I do as he says. Climbing to my knees on the bed, I bend slightly over in front of him and wrap my fingers around the wooden headboard. Maneuvering behind me, he lifts myleft leg in the crook of his elbow, then eases his length back into me. Once again, my body pulls him in, hungry for his heat.
Fully inside me, his naked chest pressed against my back, Dex reaches around, and his fingertips find my clit. I gasp at the sensation. Now he’s thrusting slowly, matching his pace to the speed of his fingers pressing circles against me.
