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He traced the swollen flesh in time with his thrusts. Zoe’s breath came quicker and quicker as she twisted and turned, trying to find relief but unable to move her hands because of the restraints.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” she panted, her words coming out as a gasping cry, growing higher, keener as she arched her back. She pressed her legs against him, tightening her thighs and holding him prisoner as her hips undulated to a faster, more urgent rhythm.
Dex quickened his pace. Unable to keep up the sex play, he slid his hand from between her legs and pressed it against the small of her back. That was the only request she needed. Zoe shifted, bending over just a little more. Dex grabbed her hips, holding tightly as he pounded his way to heaven.
One thrust, then two. Zoe’s pants shifted to cries of pleasure. Her body tightened, her inner muscles convulsing. That was all it took to send Dex over the edge.
The world exploded in a colorful prism of stars behind Dex’s eyes. He thought he shouted, but wasn’t sure since his entire being had coalesced into a throbbing chasm of pleasure. Panting, he struggled to regulate his breath.
Zoe shifted, her body straightening as she leaned against the bedpost and gasped. Dex forced his knees not to buckle. He shifted, aligned his body with hers and laid his head against her back.
He released her hips and slid his hands down her damp, trembling body. In a part breathless, part triumphant tone, he declared, “That’s five.”
“WE NEVER GOT TO try out my leather,” Zoe murmured two hours later as she curled into his arms. Her voice drooped with fatigue and her body tingled in exhausted pleasure. They’d made love two more times, once in the shower and again on the floor on their way out of the shower. Leather be damned, she didn’t think she could go another round if he’d promised her a chocolate-covered quadruple orgasm.
She could see hints of light trying to peek through the heavy window coverings and realized it must be dawn. They’d made love five times and while he hadn’t managed two dozen orgasms, it hadn’t been for lack of trying.“I think you dominated me just fine without it,” he teased, his voice deep with exhaustion. One hand curved over her hip, holding her in place while the other rubbed slow, sleepy circles over the small of her back.
Zoe smiled against his shoulder, her pride sparking with a hint of triumph. Go her, she’d worn out the masked hunk.
“Dex?” she murmured.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She waited. She counted thirteen seconds before he went concrete-stiff, all evidence of exhaustion evaporating. His hand froze. So did his breath. Then he cursed.
“How long?” he finally asked in the same tone a guy on death row would use asking for his execution date.
“Since the tree house.”
He was quick. With a groan, he realized, “My phone?”
“Yep.”
The silence was electric. She could almost hear his brain whirling, questions and defenses aligning, then realigning.
“Are you pissed?”
Zoe had to smile. Leave it to Dex to get right to the point. No excuses, no bullshit. Just immediate damage assessment. She considered his question. Really considered it, trying to pull her brain out of the sexual fog it’d been wrapped in since that night in the garden.
Pissed? No. Confused? A little. Anxious to see what this did to their relationship and where things would go from here? Unquestionably.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she finally said. “Did I feel pissed when I went down on you?”
She felt his laugh more than heard it. A quick move of his chest, a puff of breath against her hair.
“Well, you didn’t use your teeth, so that’d have to be a no.”
And that’d have to do for now. Because as much as she’d love to debate the ins and outs of everything, her body and her brain were completely exhausted.
With a tired half smile, Zoe snuggled deeper into Dex’s arms and waited.
Apparently getting that she really wasn’t angry, Dex heaved a sigh so deep it ruffled her hair. Then he wrapped his arms tighter around her in a hug.
“I wasn’t screwing with you,” he said quietly. She could hear the regret, the worry in his tone. And knowing Dex as well as she did, she knew it was real. “I was just afraid.”
Afraid? Zoe’s heart, already his, gave a little sigh. Maybe she was justifying. Maybe she was a little brain-dead after wallowing in the best sex of her life. Whatever it was, she wanted to believe him. After all, how could she be angry with a guy who went to such lengths to be with her? She’d never had anyone want her like Dex did. She’d never wanted anyone like she did him. He was her fantasy guy. He was the one to make all her sexual dreams come true; it was just perfect.
