He smirks. “Not what you were expecting?”
I bite my lower lip.
“I didn’t know what to expect. Definitely didn’t expect all the hardware,” I say, gesturing toward his piercings.
Dex chuckles, the sound low and throaty. “Nice guys can have big dicks too, you know. They don’t just get handed out to the assholes. Pierced ones, as well.”
I laugh, the tension easing. “Fair. And this is getting weirdly close to that one speech inTeam America: World Police.”
“Do you want to talk about old movies, or do you want to fuck?” He leans in close, hunger in his eyes.
I bite my lower lip again as I lean down.
“Definitely want to talk about movies,” I joke, reaching out to touch his cock.
He groans at my touch.
Then his gaze darkens as he trails his fingers down my body, stopping between my legs. He groans softly as he feels how wet I am, and the sound sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Margaux,” he murmurs, his voice reverent. “And so fucking ready for me.”
He kisses his way down my chest, stopping at each nipple to swirl his tongue around them, sucking and tugging gently on the little silver bars. I moan, feeling the sensation all the way to my pussy, which clenches in anticipation.
His mouth continues its journey, stopping at my belly button. I moan as he swirls his tongue around the outside, and then within, exploring every part of my navel.
Then he yanks my thighs apart and licks me from my clit to my back entrance. “God, you taste good,” he growls.
I moan and arch my back as his tongue attacks my clit, swirling around my rose pink bud. He sucks on my clit and my hips buck as he continues to feast on me.
“Dex,” I moan, as he first points and then flattens his tongue against my entrance, and then trails it upward, back to where he started.
My hips roll as he fans his tongue over my lips and up to my clit, and he continues his assault on my swollen bud.
I can’t help but tilt my head forward so I can get a better view of his expert tongue working my clit, and he returns my gaze with his gorgeous hazel-green eyes which are now darkened with lust.
My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as my orgasm builds, the coil within me tightening and tightening until it suddenly crests and takes me over.
I yell, “Oh fuck,” as white stars explode in the corner of my eyes, but this time they’re because of pleasure, and I wrap my thighs tightly around his head as he continues to lap at my pussy while I ride out my orgasm.
Finally, it subsides, and I push him away as the sensitivity becomes too much.
He lifts his head and smirks at me, my arousal still slick across his mouth and chin which he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
When he finally enters me, it’s like coming home. He puts his weight on me, and I feel dominated by his imposing figure, and I like it.
His piercings drag against my walls, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to him, but when I moan and arch my back, he picks up the pace, driving into me with a fervor that leaves me breathless.
“It’s okay to be a bit rougher with me, you know. I can handle it,” I pant.
I can’t help but feel he might be tiptoeing and being overly gentle, as if I’m fragile. As if he might break me. And that makes me sad.
“Okay, if that’s what you want, I’m into it, too,” he whispers back. “But I want to make sure I don’t do anything to hurt you, because that’s the last thing I want to do. I want to make you feel safe and protected and worshipped like you deserve.”
Good chills roll through my body. “And I want to feel safe and… ravished, please?”
He continues to thrust, harder now. “Oh, absolutely. But know there’s nothing I’d do in this world to harm you, or put you in danger.”
“I can feel that. I feel entirely safe around you.”