“Dex,” she gasped when I kissed down her neck. “Upstairs.”
“Right. Upstairs.”
We climbed the stairs, stopping twice more to kiss, to touch, to learn the shape of each other. By the time we reached my bedroom, we were both breathless, desperate.
I flipped on the bedside lamp. I wanted to see her,neededto see her, and turned to find her watching me.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi.” I crossed to her, slower now. “You’re sure about this?”
“Stop asking me that.” She reached for the buttons of my shirt, started undoing them one by one. “I’m sure. Are you?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Her hands pushed my shirt off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers traced the lines of my chest, my stomach, and everywhere she touched felt like fire.
“Your turn,” I said, my voice rough.
She turned, showing me the zipper at the back of her dress as she gently pulled her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. When she glanced back at me, I nearly combusted. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I reached for her, pulled down the zipper as slowly as I could, watching as the fabric parted to reveal smooth skin. She let the dress fall, pooling at her feet, and turned back to face me.
I stopped breathing.
She was perfect. Curves and softness and everything I’d imagined but somehow more real, more incredible than any fantasy.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”
Color rose in her cheeks, and she reached for my belt. “You’re also wearing too many clothes,” she said, her voice turning breathy with desire.
I helped her, and soon we were skin to skin, standing in the middle of my bedroom, just looking at each other.
“Bed,” I managed.
She nodded, and I guided her backward until her legs hit the mattress. She sat, then scooted back, and I followed her down, covering her body with mine.
“God,” I breathed, feeling the full length of her against me. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you.”
I kissed her again, Slower this time, deeper. Taking my time to learn her, to memorize every sound she made, every place that made her gasp.
My hand traced down her side, over her hip, and she arched into my touch.
“Dex,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me. All of me. I need…”
I kissed her before she could finish, my hand sliding between her thighs. She was so wet, so ready, and when I touched her she made a sound that nearly undid me.
“Like this?” I asked, finding her clit and circling it slowly with a restraint I didn’t even know I possessed.
“Yes. God, yes.”
I worked her slowly, watching her face as pleasure built. She was beautiful like this. Her head was thrown back, lips parted, completely lost in sensation. I wanted to memorize this, wanted to remember exactly how she looked when she came apart.
