I don’t like lying, and I don’t like being put in this situation.
Irish needs to make a decision on how to handle this.
Let’s just hope he makes the right one, because what’s done in the dark always has a way of coming to the light.
“Turn the light off,” I tell Dex sleepily, as he walks into our bedroom and turns it on. Seriously, how rude. I grab my phone and check the time—I’ve only been asleep for about an hour. Dex stayed up with Asher, who must have only now gone to sleep.
“No,” he says, and I watch through one open eye as he lifts his T-shirt off and throws it on the ground.
Oh.
I open both eyes, suddenly interested, giving him my full attention. He removes his gray sweatpants. He’s not wearing any underwear.
“Hello there,” I mutter, gaze stuck on his thick, hard cock. Someone is in the mood to fuck, and I for one am glad he decided to wake me up. Sitting up, I lift off the T-shirt of his I’m wearing, leaving me naked and ready.
He ducks his chin, intense blue eyes pinning me with a look that’s pure need. I slide the blanket aside, baring myself completely. He takes his time perusing my body from head to toe and back up again, before he stalks toward the bed and gets onto it on his knees, hands reaching for my thighs. I don’t miss the possessive look in his eyes; in fact, I thrive off it.
He spreads my thighs with his large hands but doesn’t look down at my pussy. His eyes stay locked on mine. He holds my gaze for a few seconds, my breaths getting deeper as I wait in suspense for him to make his next move. He leans forward then, kissing me deeply with no hesitation. I make a sound in my throat, then groan as he slowly slips a finger inside of me, testing. I’m wet, and have been ever since he gave me that look, the one that lets me know how much he wants me, right here and right now. He ends the kiss and flashes me a small smile, one that makes my heart flutter.
“We have at least four hours,” he rasps, kissing me once more. I smile against his lips, relieved to have even this brief uninterrupted stretch before Asher wakes up wanting his bottle.
“You going to fuck me for four hours, Dex?” I ask huskily, kissing down his jawline.
I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “You doubting my abilities, Faye? You should know better by now. Maybe I should teach you a lesson.”
He pushes me back against the pillow, removes his finger from inside me, and braces himself on top of me. I spread my thighs and take his hard cock in my hand, stroking it a few times, just enjoying the feel of him before leading it to the entrance of my pussy.
Dex is always hard, and I fucking love it. He really does only get better with age. He pushes forward, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I feel him slide into me. His hand cups my cheek as he looks into my eyes and starts to thrust back and forth, so slow and deep that it has me whispering his name, silently begging for more. He presses his lips against mine and sucks on my lower lip, gently biting before pulling away and burying his face in my neck, starting to kiss me there. He pushes my thighs up with his hands and goes in deeper.
“Dex,” I plead again, and this time he listens, going faster and harder, kissing up my neck just soft enough to not leave a mark, but hard enough that it drives me crazy. His hand moves from the flesh of my thigh to my clit, where he gently presses his thumb against me and rubs in a circular motion that he knows drives me fucking crazy. I don’t know how people can get bored of sleeping with one person. If you do, then it’s probably not the right person for you, because to me, there’s nothing better than being with someone who knows your body so damn well that they can give you exactly what you need every time. There’s no hit or miss here; Dex will have me screaming his name, and I will fall asleep with a smile on my face.
“I’m going to come,” I say, gritting my teeth together as I feel all the tension in me about to explode.
“Come,” my husband demands, watching my face. He applies a little extra pressure to my clit, which pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I mouth, my thighs trembling and my back arching as the pleasure hits me, nothing else in the world mattering in this second. Just as I come back to myself, Dex pulls out of me and puts his mouth on my clit, pulling another shattering orgasm from me. I grip the sheets with my hands and ride it out, sagging onto the mattress when it’s over, suddenly tired, but extremely sated. Dex lifts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I love how fuckin’ squirmy you get.”
“Squirmy?” I ask, groaning as he lies down, spoons me from behind, then slides back into me again.
He doesn’t elaborate, but I get the idea.
He grabs my nape with his hand and continues to fuck me until he comes, then kisses my shoulder.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” I reply, smiling. I turn my face and kiss him once more, a deep, hungry kiss that tells him that I’m ready for another round if he is.
“Death by fairy,” he mutters against my lips, making me stop mid-kiss and pull my lips away from him as they quirk upward.
My shoulders shake as I start to laugh. “I was just thinking about that the other day, how you used to always call me fairy. Now you call me babe more than anything else.”
He gently puts his hand on my throat, stroking my neck. “You used to complain about it so fuckin’ much, but secretly you were loving it, weren’t you?”
I narrow my eyes. “I never said that.”
“You don’t have to, fairy.”