Dex ARe by Jayne Blue Page B

trembled with contained emotion and I realized something. It was torture for me to be away from him, but I’d been able to go on with my life. I’d been with other men. Dex had been frozen in time. This time was like his first time. I saw the urgent need in his eyes, his erection was like a steel rod, pressing against my leg. He was beyond the point of being able to control himself. I knew then I didn’t want him to.
    I put my hands up and cradled his face. “Yes,” was all I managed to say. I t was enough. I spread my legs wide in invitation. Dex let out a tortured sound and then he was on me. He pressed my knees flat and drove into me with all of the pent-up desire and longing the last thirteen years had stolen from him.
    I gasped and dug my fingers into his shoulders. He would take what he needed from me and I braced myself to receive it. The fire raged within me too. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust deep inside me, sheathing himself to the root.
    He shuddered and held me close and froze again. And there I was, with my legs spread wide and Dex buried deep within me. My walls clenched around him and he groaned. He brought himself up, resting his weight on his hands as he looked down at me. I kept my thighs spread wide and slid my hand over his strong back, letting it rest on the curve of his rock solid ass.
    Then Dex began to thrust inside me. For about two seconds, he tried to go slow. But the magnitude of his desire met the answering heat of my slippery cleft. He reared up once, then plundered me with his cock. All I could do was hold on and spread myself as wide as I could to take him in. I clawed at his back, trying to hold on as he set a punishing rhythm. He shifted me down the bed once when my head hit the headboard as he rammed into me. The swell of my desire matched his and I coated him with my own thick juices, only spurring him on more.
    “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Dex. Please.”
    As hard as he thrust into me, I wanted more. It was as if I were the one who’d been denied sex for all these years. It was like our first time all over again and my body’s need to be claimed by him almost scared me. I was a wild, wanton thing, thrusting my hips upward, closing my legs around him as Dex took what he needed from me. He ended up having slightly more restraint than I did because my orgasm crested before his. As Dex slammed into me, I exploded from the inside out; my body shuddered around his, my sex pulsed and clenched as I screamed through my release. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew half the Den could probably hear me but in that moment I didn’t care. I only cared about the pleasure Dex was giving me and my need to give it back.
    I dug my fingers into Dex’s back and buttocks and he held himself still while I found the friction I needed. When my orgasm started to wane, Dex could control himself no longer. My legs were turning to rubber so he reached back and grabbed my ankles in each of his hands. He raised them, setting them over his shoulders so now my legs were wrapped around his neck, spreading me impossibly wide as I experienced the last shudders of my orgasm.
    Dex redoubled his efforts once he had me how he wanted me. It was heaven, ecstasy as he found his rhythm again. As he fucked me with abandon, the headboard slammed against the wall. Anyone below us or in the room next door would have no doubt what we were doing. Again, I didn’t care. Let them hear. The idea of that added to the pleasure of what he was doing to me somehow. I was wicked and wild, letting go in a way I hadn’t for so long.
    “Yes,” I gasped. “Dex. Please.”
    “Hold on, baby,” he said. I felt Dex’s balls seize and knew he was about to explode. The rational part of my brain realized maybe we should have used protection. But oh, I didn’t want to. I wanted to feel every drop of Dex’s desire. And I was covered.
    And then Dex came. He spurted deep and hot inside me and somehow, I found a way to spread