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by Remi Grey


  He moved his hands between my thighs, finding my happy spot. I let out a louder moan as he started rubbing on my clit. The beating in my pussy thumped faster and faster, working hard to draw out a scream from me. I could feel the dripping down my thighs as he strummed deliberately. It trailed down my legs and made me feel as though my whole lower half was soaking wet.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and drew him closer to me, our kissing becoming sloppier and harder the longer we went at it. He raised his hand to my neck and squeezed it firmly, making me crave the same air coursing through him while loving the grip he had on my entire body.

  My legs started to vibrate as we both backed into his desk. He took hold of my legs and picked me up above his waist to set me on the top of his desk. I wrapped my legs around his body as he continued to stimulate my clit with his fingers. After the river started to roar from my pussy, he kissed me harder and more passionately.

  He stuck his tongue further down my throat. He pushed me farther on his desk, successfully taking my breath away after knocking everything in sight on his desk to the floor. He was driving me so crazy.

  “Dex…” I moaned, and he orgasms begin to come back to back from the stimulating of my clit. I began to shiver. He looked up at me and smiled, sucking on my neck as he moved down my body with his lips.

  He lingered by my chest and licked the path between my breasts before pulling out one of my titties. Like a kid in a candy store, he chose his favorite and went to town. I bit down on my lips as he sucked on my breast, savoring the taste.

  As much as I loved the feeling, the beating in my pussy was making me light-headed. After pulling off my shirt, he moved even lower, kissing my stomach. I sighed as he kissed the sides of my thighs.

  His tongue found its way to my clit and licked and sucked on it with passion. “Oh shit, Dexter,” I moaned, making my thoughts dissipate. My legs vibrated uncontrollably. He tightened his grip on them when he saw me turning away from him. “Fuck!”

  “You like that?” he said, pulling up for a moment.

  I bit down on my lips hard. I didn’t have the strength to reply. He let his tongue flicker inside of me, bringing a surge of butterflies inside the pit of my stomach. I tightened my legs around his neck as he went harder.

  My hands moved up above me, searching for something--anything to grab onto. When I settled on more of the desk, I let my fingers drag down, shifting some of the papers he had left lying about.

  I sighed as he moved up and kissed me long and hard. I could taste myself on his lips as I moved my hands to the bottom of his shirt, which I helped lift off of him. The excitement of it all drew me to his pants, which I unbuttoned as he let them drop down to the ground. He laughed lightly when he saw how impatient I was getting.

  “Now, you’re not pushing me away, huh?”

  He was having way too much fun. I rolled my eyes and groaned, “Dexter, come on,” prompting him to pull out his dick and trail it outside my pussy. I got even wetter as it teased me.

  “Say you want me,” he whispered into my ear as he kissed the side of my neck.

  “I…” His kisses were making it so hard, but I finished, “I want you. I want you so bad right now.”

  He laughed seductively. “There you go.”

  I felt as he slid the tip in and let out a shuddering breath. He started putting in light strokes, rhythmically paced as though he were getting each one acquainted with my body. Nice to meet you, too, I thought as my body started to quiver.

  He held onto my thighs as he deepened the strokes while my fingers found the hard wood of the desk again. He leaned into me and kissed me, tonguing me down as the continuous pumping from his body made the desk beneath us rock. He started to put in faster and deeper strokes as we got a rhythm.

  “Fuck,” I moaned into his eyes as we moved in sync. “Dexter!”

  With the way he was putting in the work, I was becoming even wetter. I was certain it was dripping on to his desk. My back started to arch, my chest moving toward him like a magnet while he thrust into me.

  My body was starting to feel light. The thoughts that had initially occupied my mind had no room as Dexter took my soul to a place far from myself. My legs were weak. I was starting to wonder if they were even there because the only thing that seemed to overwhelm me was the sweet thumping in my pussy.

  I felt my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My body convulsed as it was starting to reach its climax. Then, everything went still. I sighed as I came and fell back onto the desk. My breathing started to slow down as Dexter slowed to a stop and pulled out as he came.

  With one quick movement, he raised me from the desk, sitting me up. We gaze into each other’s eyes, feeling even closer than we’ve ever been before. I smiled at him and leaned in. His lips tasted even better.

  Chapter 12

  Dexter

  As much as I loved when Michelle and I weren’t separated by any amount of space, getting the opportunity to admire her from a distance was something I treasured as well. I was thrilled that we actually made it to our first official date. With her sitting across from me at the dining table in her apartment, I was presented with my biggest temptation and obsession. I watched as she took out the wine and poured some in each of our glasses, her hair falling in front of her and obscuring her view. She looked up and smiled at me, her lips calling for my attention as she licked them lightly.

  “Is that good?” she asked. Her voice, clear in the quiet room, brought my thoughts to a halt. She raised an eyebrow. “What are you thinking about? Is there something wrong?”

  “No,” I said simply. With the aroma of the meal she had cooked rising and my glass of wine, I was becoming more aware of our dinner date. I found myself focusing on her again. The lights from the candles bounced off her face and lit up her eyes. “Everything’s perfect.”

  She smiled again, then nervously pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Save that for after you try the pasta.”

  “Are you saying it’s amazing?”

  “I’m saying…,” she began. “Try it.” She smiled slightly and then looked down.

  She was so cute. A smile pulled at my lips as I turned my attention to the pasta. Following her request, I took a bite of the pasta and eyed her. She watched me in anticipation. “This is really good, Michelle," I said.

  She beamed from ear to ear. “Oh, thank God. I thought so, but I didn’t want to hype it up too much until you tried it, but I followed the recipe and--”

  “It’s perfect.”

  She held her tongue and took a breath. “Thank you.”

  “So, tell me, Michelle, will you give me a chance and trust me? I know you’ve been hurt before, but you have to know that I’m older and wiser and not like the little punks you may have entertained, I said.

  "It's scary, but you've shown me enough that you care, and I'm willing,” she smiled.

  This warmed me and made me want to reach across the table and grab her and hold her close. Still, I settled with giving her the widest smile I could form and finish the fantastic dinner that she prepared for us.

  “So, what’s for dessert?” I winked.

  “Me, if you want," she gestured with a smirk on her face.

  We finished off dinner and headed to the couch to watch a movie. As good as the meal was, I couldn’t help but remain entranced with the sight of her cuddled next to me. It felt good to hold her so close to me.

  ***

  Michelle was eyeing herself in the mirror. She seemed unimpressed with the way her dress held onto her, but I could only fall in love again with the woman that was standing before my eyes. With her hair wrapped up into an intricate updo and the neckline of the dress dipping between her shoulder blades, her glowing back was revealed.

  I stood up and levitated toward it. After pulling her into me from behind, I kissed her on the crevices of her neck. She smelled of floral and vanilla, a sweet reminder of the joy she brought to my life. The taste of her skin was just as nostalgic. I bu
ried my head into the nook above her collar bone and took a deep breath before looking up at the mirror in front of us where our eyes met.

  “I love you,” I said after a beat of silence went by. She smiled at me and tilted her head upward so that I could kiss her softly. As we kissed, my hands wrapped even tighter around her core before I completely turned her around and embraced her hard. It didn’t matter that we were still getting to know each other, there was nothing more that I wanted than to make her my wife one day. First, we had to make it to the wedding at hand.

  I pulled away from her reluctantly. If we weren’t going to be late, I’d show her just how much I loved her until we were both out of breath. “Will,” I said. Disappointment instantly filled her face. “He’s going to kill me if I’m not there on time.” She nodded and turned back to the mirror.

  “Do you like this dress?” she said, making a face at it.

  “I love it,” I said. “And I love the woman in it even more.”

  She rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, but the dress. I feel like I have something else that would be better. Just give me a second to change into it.” She started for the closet behind me, but I stopped her short.

  “If you take off that dress, I don’t know when we’ll actually get out of here,” I said slyly. Sure, her choosing another dress and examining it in the mirror again would be a huge time-waster, but I also didn't know if I could control myself when that dress dropped to the floor. I took her hand and drew her closer to me. “You look amazing, Michelle,” I whispered honestly.

  Her eyes brightened as she gazed into my eyes. Then, she leaned in and pecked me on the lips. “Fine, let’s go!” I smiled big and led her out.

  ***

  As the best man at Will’s wedding, I had to be in the front, but with Michelle sitting in the front row of the crowd, I couldn’t help but get distracted. She was the most beautiful woman in the room. She smiled and waved when she saw me looking. I love you, she mouthed.

  I love you, I mouthed back.

  “Could you lovebirds save it until after the wedding?” Will whispered with a smirk as we awaited Anna to come out. I laughed softly.

  “But seriously, man,” he began again. “I have never seen you this happy about anyone before.” I smiled at the fact that he noticed. “I guess it doesn’t always have to make sense, huh?” He made a jab at what I’d always say about mathematics versus love.

  “No, I guess it doesn’t,” I said with a laugh.

  Michelle and I exchanged another smile before the music introducing the bride began to play, taking Will’s attention. A few weeks ago, it felt like I had been losing everything--Will, my best friend, a brother, and Michelle, the woman who I thought, would never trust me enough to fall in love.

  But now, watching Will gaze down the aisle, entranced at the sight of his future wife, and turning to see Michelle sitting in front of me, I realized that I hadn’t lost anything. I had gained everything. A brother, a sister in law, and the love of my life.

  Anna walked up to Will. The way they looked at each other was inspiring. I wanted more than anything to have that with Michelle. I shifted my gaze to her. She was watching them. I wondered what she was thinking because of the way she was enraptured in the couple standing before me made me feel like she was thinking the same thing I was.

  When the couple said their vows and even as they said their ‘I do’s,’ my heart yearned even more for Michelle. After the wedding was over, I took her into my arms and kissed her long and hard. The ceremony cleared out and left only us after a few minutes.

  “Michelle,” I said as she was heading to the exit of the church.

  “Yeah? Come on, we’ve gotta go to the reception, babe.”

  “I know…but give it a sec.” She raised an eyebrow at me but paused before the door as I walked up to her.

  “You’re scaring me, Dex,” she said anxiously.

  “Don’t be,” I reasserted. When I was close enough, I took her hand into mine. “You don’t have to be scared ever again. I love you so much, and I don't just say these things. I mean it. There is nothing I want more than you.”

  Her face softened, and I could tell that she believed me that she trusted me. My heart filled at this realization. “Do you want to do this?” I already knew my answer to the question regarding engaging in a more serious relationship, but I needed clarification from her.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  I smiled at her. “Then let’s do this.”

  Epilogue

  Michelle

  Jordan was a little tipsy but radiated excitement as she addressed the group of girls that had gathered for my bachelorette party. “Okay, so thank you all for coming to celebrate Michelle’s last days being single,” she announced. “We have drinks. We have food. And most importantly, we have strippers!”

  The girls began to scream excitedly. I smiled to make Jordan happy, but the only person I could think about was Dexter, my fiancé. A knock at the door took all of our attention away. “That must be them.” Jordan skipped to the door and pulled it open. “Oh, it’s just Dexter.”

  The girls groaned as I jumped up from my seat.

  He walked in with a bouquet of flowers and leaned in and kissed me softly.

  “No, no, no,” Jordan said. “This isn’t a part of the program. Dexter, I promise you'll have your whole life literally with Michelle. Tonight, she’s ours.”

  “I just want a minute with my future wife,” Dexter said, turning to Jordan. “Is that okay with you?”

  Jordan hesitated then said, “Okay, fine. Make it quick. I don’t want the strippers to think they’ve got the wrong bride.”

  This was enough for Dexter and me to disappear into the nearest room. “What?” I said after he had shut the door.

  He leaned into me and kissed me again. I fell into his arms and returned the embrace, savoring the warmth of his lips like I’d never get to again. We both pulled away. “I just wanted to tell you I love you and that I am so ready to call you my wife.”

  I lit up and kissed him again.

  “I can’t wait to call you my husband,” I said, raising a smile from him.

  “Michelle! Get in here!” I heard Jordan shout.

  Dexter and I laughed but dismissed her cry. There was something so mesmerizing about how far we had come and the love that had grown between us, and I just wanted to stand in it for as long as I could.

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