“You’re killing me here.”
I smiled. “I know.”
His hands fisted at his sides, but he complied. I went to my knees and tugged down his underwear until I could see all that magnificent male, just waiting for me. I licked my lips and went to my knees.
All of our previous encounters had burned hot and fast. There had been no time to savor, no time to explore. I planned to remedy that this go-round.
I slid Dex’s underwear down his lightly furred legs and he stepped out of his pants and underwear. At last he was standing before me completely naked. I looked up at him and found him staring down at me with naked lust and something else burning in his gaze.
I smiled and ran my hand up his erection.
His eyes closed and his mouth opened. I could feel his muscles tense but he kept his promise. He didn’t touch me.
I ran my hands over his legs, around to the backside and up to cup his hard, round ass. I gave a little squeeze, then pulled him towards me so I could finally taste him.
I took his cock into my mouth, tasting heat and salt and male. All Dex. I swirled my tongue around the swollen head and got a surge of feminine satisfaction when he groaned deep in his throat and jerked forward slightly.
Grasping him in one hand, I took him deeper into my mouth. I sucked gently, stroking him with my hand at the same time, loving the feel, the fullness of Dex inside me. Loving the fact that I was giving him so much pleasure.
It was giving me pleasure, too. Blood coursed though my body in a torrent and the tiny silk swath between my legs was growing wetter with each swipe of my tongue along Dex’s dick.
I squeezed my thighs together against the growing pressure and moved my mouth to his balls. I took each inside my mouth, gently pulling and sucking until I felt his hands gripping my hair.
“Sydney. I can’t – ”
He gasped.
I gave a final tug with my lips and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him fully and deeply. I pulled back and smiled.
Dex’s eyes blazed dark with passion. Sweat beaded on his brow and he was visibly shaking.
Then I was crushed against his burning chest, his arms wrapped around me like a vise. His mouth was on my throat and we were moving. Backwards, backwards, until my legs hit the side of the bed and then we were falling.
He landed half on me, his mouth already on mine, his hands tangled in my hair.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. His thigh was between mine, rubbing at the silk there. I loved the feel of the light hair on his legs rasping against my bare skin and arched into him for even more contact.
He moved his mouth to my throat and kissed a line down over my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts.
“As much as I love this, it has to go,” he said, nuzzling my lacy black bra. I untangled my arms long enough to reach behind me and unhook the thing.
By the time he slid the wisp of silk slowly down my arms, my nipples were hard and aching for a little attention. He tossed the bra over his shoulder and propped his head on one elbow.
“You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”
He used a fingertip to trace the hard little nub with a whisper-soft touch that had me biting my lip.
“Dex…”
“Oh, who’s getting a little eager, now? Can’t take the teasing, huh?”
He moved to the other nipple and traced it just as slowly, just as light. My hands fisted at my sides and my breath came in breathy little gasps. “Please.”
“Please what?”
I didn’t know how he could exercise such control when I was burning up inside. I felt his erection burning hot and damp against my thigh. How was this not killing him, too?
“Touch me,” I said. “Put your mouth on me. Love me.”
I rolled towards him and put my hands on his chest, lifting my swollen lips for his kiss.
Dex gathered me into his arms and kissed me slowly and deeply, with near reverence. His hand traced the curve of my bare shoulder, down my arm to the curve of my hip, leaving goose bumps in his wake.
He slipped a finger beneath the string of my panties and tugged. I shifted to allow him to remove them completely and then we were pressed together, full on, skin on skin. I burrowed into him, craving as much contact as humanly possible.
His hand caressed the indentation of my hip and lower to my thigh. He hitched my though over his hip and suddenly I was completely open to his caress.
I gasped.
“Okay, babe?” he whispered against my lips.
“Oh, yeah.”
He gazed at me, a small smile playing at he corners of his reddened lips. I was close enough to see the flecks of ebony in his eyes. To count his eyelashes, if I wanted to. To see clearly the emotions playing themselves out there, totally open, totally honest.
He slid his hand over my backside and forward to tease my dampness with the same whisper touch that drove me out of my mind. His erection throbbed against my belly and I jerked instinctively towards him.
“Easy, babe. We’ve got all night,” he said. “And I intend to use it.”
He slipped his fingers between my thighs then, caressing the slick folds back and forth with gentle pressure. He dipped his head for another sweet kiss and slipped one long finger inside me.
I groaned into his mouth at the first sweet penetration. But it was only a fraction of what I really wanted. What I needed. His thumb slid to my swollen clit and I nearly came off the bed.
He chuckled low in his throat. “Easy, babe,” he repeated. “I’ve got you.”
He kissed my throat then, sliding lower on my body, all the while his finger and thumb continuing their slow teasing.
He nudged me to my back and moved even lower, pressing kisses across my collarbone. His fingers moved in and out of my body in a slow, slick slide and I was sure he could feel the way my pulse went wild under his intimate caress.
Dex cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb over the swollen peak before dipping his head for a taste.
The sensation of his rough tongue on the swollen tip of my breast had me writhing in he silk sheets. I grasped at his hair, but he quickly caught my wrists in his hand and pinned them to the bed over my head, then went back to the work of driving me out of my mind.
He laved each breast, sucking gently until my nipples were rosy and swollen as my clit must have been under his ministrations lower on my body.
Finally he released my wrists and withdrew his fingers from my body. I groaned in protest, feeling suddenly empty and needy.
He grinned at me and shifted off the foot of the bed completely. He grasped my thighs and tugged until I was at the edge of the bed, too, then went down on his knees on the floor and brought his mouth to pulsing pressure point.
He hooked my knees over his shoulders and put his mouth right where I ached the most.
He sucked my clit gently at first, then with more pressure. His hand caressed my thighs, turning them into jelly.
I was on fire and I didn’t know how much more I could take before I burst into flames. Still, Dex took his time.
He moved his mouth down through my wet curls until he reached the swollen opening. He lapped at me gently, then thrust his tongue inside. He felt so wet and so hot and so good, I thought I might come right then.
I moved my hands over my breasts, squeezing at my nipples and arching into his mouth, wanting more.
He raised his head. “You are so beautiful, Sydney, so sexy. And all mine.”
He went to work on me in earnest now, thrusting his tongue deeper, sucking, nipping gently. He moved one thumb to tease my clit and I felt the pressure building to a crazy intensity somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Dex,” I breathed. “Please. I need you.”
“That’s what I was waiting to hear, babe.”
He surged to his feet and bringing my legs up until my feet were next to his ears, aligned himself to my opening.
He eased in slowly. Too slowly, and I bunched the com
forter in my sweaty fists, gritting my teeth all during the long, slow slide home.
His cock filled me completely, touching every place, every nerve I needed him to. The delicious sense of fullness, of completeness, flooded my senses. I felt my muscles clench around him, needing him to move, needing him to stay right where he was.
“God,” he breathed. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
He moved then, slowly drawing himself all the way out, then sliding back home until his pelvis ground against mine.
“You feel so good, Syd. This was all I could think about these past weeks.”
He pulled out again in agonizing slowness.
“Seeing you like this. So hot, so sweet at the same time.”
He slid back inside, slick and hot and wet.
“So open to me. To us.”
He pulled out a little faster now.
“To have you here, all to myself.”
He drove home.
“All mine.”
He turned his mouth to press a wet kiss to the arch of my foot, then dropped my legs, leaned forward and moved us both further up the bed.
His chest came down on mine in comforting, satisfying weight, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to bring him even closer.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and, gathering me closer, began to move.
The sweet friction built and built as his breath rasped out, tickling the flesh of my throat. I buried my hands in his hair and gave over to the sensation, letting the last barriers between us crash down.
He drove onto me faster and harder until it seemed every nerve in my body was focused on that point, on our connection. On the sweet sensation of his sliding in and out of my body bringing us so much pleasure I thought I’d explode from the pure joy if it.
Finally, he raised his head and cradling my head in his big, warm hands, brought my mouth to his for a quick, sweet kiss.
“I love you, Syd. You know that, right?”
I arched up, needing just that little push over the edge, I gritted my teeth and he thrust one more time, hard as something burst inside me, sending waves of hot swift pleasure flooding everything inside. My heart, my mind, my body shuddered in response. I could feel his answering shudder deep inside and grasped at his forearms to keep us both from being swept completely away.
My breath was ripped away as the final clench and a shudder wracked my body and I went limp, sighing his name.
He collapsed on tip of me, too, breathing heavy, his skin slick and hot from the exertion. He rolled us back to our sides, keeping the connection, and I threw my thigh over his.
He hugged me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my damp head.
I nuzzled into his chest, listing to his heartbeat. When we were both almost back to normal cardiac rhythms, he began to hum softly in my ear.
I listened for a moment. “What’s that?”
“Something new I’m working on.”
“I like it.”
“You should. It’s about you. About us. About this moment.” He swallowed. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
I smiled up at him. “Me, too.” I tightened my leg on his hip.
“That, too.” He smiled. “But I meant to the show. I didn’t know if you would.”
“I didn’t know, either.” I rubbed small circles into his chest idly. “I convinced myself it was a bad idea.”
“What changed your mind?”
I shrugged lightly. “I couldn’t stay away.” I pushed at his chest until he rolled to his back, our bodies still connected. I straddled his hips and smiled down at him. “You’re growing on me.”
I felt his cock twitch inside me.
“That’s a fact.” He grasped my hips lightly, but kept me from moving, when I would have.
The smile faded and was replaced with a more serious gaze. “I need to know you’re going to be here in the morning, Sydney. I think you know I want this to be more than just physical.”
“Oh really?” I shifted my hips, but his hand clamped down on my hip, stopping me.
It was time to ’fess up.
“I’m serious, Sydney. I need to know this means something to you.”
I calmed the butterflies hatching in my belly and leaned low over his chest. I kissed his lips once, sweetly.
“When I saw you up on stage tonight, for the first time I didn’t see Dex Wilder. I didn’t see just another lay. Just another guy. I saw you. I saw your courage. Your goodness. Your love. I knew that I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I had to admit that I loved you and find the courage to let you know, too.”
His grin broke out and he hugged me to him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
The kiss changed to a slow caress, mingling tongues and lips and breath until heat began to build all over again in the body I was sure had been spent.
He broke away and framed my head in his big hands.
“I love you, Syd. That’s what matters most to me. We’ll figure all the rest out.”
I turned my head and kissed his fingers.
“I know we will, Dex. Together.”
Epilogue
Three years later
The Tennessean, April 17:
Platinum recording artist of hit songs Don’t Walk Away, and Baby, I Know, Dex Wilder, and his wife, Grammy-award winning lyricist Sydney Stratton-Wilder welcomed a daughter, Rachael Sydney Wilder, on Tuesday. Mr. Wilder was invited to join the Opry last month, but he said although it was an honor, the joy didn’t hold a candle to spending time at home with his wife and children. Baby Rachael joins the Wilders’ adopted children, Mr. Wilder’s niece and nephews, at their Brentwood home.
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