Page 45 of Under The Twilight Rainfall
I relax into Dex’s hold, listening to his breathing as it slows, as little puffs of air skirt across my collarbone, and find myself running my fingers through the cum in his happy trail.
“You are disgusting,” he says, but his words are quiet and slurred.
“You love it.” I kiss the side of his head, propping myself up to look down at him. “Your throat okay?”
He grumbles and paws me back to the bed, climbing on top of me like a koala and smearing his spunk over our stomachs. “’M fine.”
I chuckle but let him settle on my chest, soft snores slowly filling the space around us. It’s been a big day for Dex—physically and emotionally. This is a step for him I was positive he’d never take, but if there’s one thing Dex Ashford has always taken pride in, it’s this:
Proving me wrong.
“JesusChrist,areyourunning a sauna in here?”
I peek through the glass shower door to see Dex standing in the bathroom with his arms crossed and completely, utterly naked.
Even the cute scowl on his face isn’t enough to distract me from the soft, pink length resting on his balls. Shit, how have I never noticed how big they are before? I had them in my mouth for heaven’s sake.
“Stop looking at my dick,” he says, and my brows shoot up when I meet his eyes. There’s an amused smirk on his lips, and he pulls the shower door open with a grimace. “Turn it down.”
“What?”
“The water, asshat. I want to shower too, and I like keeping all of my skin firmly attached to my body. Skeletons aren’t attractive.”
I’ll take the world’s coldest shower if it gets him in here with me. Instead, I adjust it to a more reasonable temperature and make room under the spray.
Dex looks like sex on legs in everything he does. In the way he tips his head under the water and drags his hands through his hair, passing down his body so sensually I wonder if he’s doing it to tease me.
When he feels me staring, Dex opens his eyes and grins. “If you aren’t careful, I’ll shove you to your knees and you can eye-fuck me with a cock in your throat.”
And he thinks I have a dirty mouth?
“Maybe I want that,” I say, brushing my lips over his, dipping to his neck, then unceremoniously dropping to my knees.
“Valen,” he groans, stroking his perfectly soft dick. “There’s no way I’m getting it up again right now.”
“That’s fine.” I pull his hand away and press my nose into the hair at the base of his shaft.
He smells like cum and us—I could stay buried in it all day.
His cock fits in my mouth with little complaint from my jaw. Dex would be what most would consider a show-er, and his soft length isn’t anything to sneeze at. He still has a wide base, but the stretch doesn’t bother me.
Sucking dick has always been one of my preferred sexual activities. Getting to make my partners moan and scream and give them pleasure until it’s too much? Makes me feel higher than any weed or alcohol I’ve ever taken.
This right here, though? With Dex’s smiling eyes and the hand he strokes through my hair as I hold him in my mouth, just breathing in our mixed scents? Best feeling in the world.
“You’re something else, Valentine Olaño.”
Dex has never used my full name before, not since the one time he mocked it back when he was a bratty teenager trying to get under my skin. It makes my skin tingle, fills my chest with such warmth that I close my eyes to bask in it.
I didn’t think I could fall any more in love with Dex. But each day that he lets me in, lets me see the bits of himself he hides from the rest of the world, I feel myself falling deeper, harder. I want him more from one moment to the next, so much so that he consumes my thoughts from sunup to sundown.
And even in my dreams he dominates my mind.
I love you,I want to say, but my tongue is busy licking lazy patterns along his velvety length.
If there’s a heaven, I think it would be something like this. With all the unspoken feelings flowing between us like the waterfall we shared our first kiss under.
How many more kisses can I hope to get? Will he give me these last few days to bask in this tender twilight we’ve wandered into?
