Ada shoots Perry a dirty look but it’s too late, Perry is heading to the stairs and I’m pushing my chair back while thanking Daniel for dinner, and then I’m hot on her trail.
We’re down the hall, near the bedroom, when she turns around and eyes me suspiciously. “Are you drunk? What’s wrong with you?”
The question should be, what’s right with me?
Right now? Everything.
I don’t say that though.
Instead, I usher her inside the room, close the door, locking it shut, and then I’m on her.
She lets out a little yelp of surprise as I grab her face in my hands, kissing her deeply, walking her backward until her legs hit the end of the bed. Her hands go up to the neck of my t-shirt and she grips it, holding me back as she pulls away.
“Dex,” she says, trying to find her breath, her eyes searching mine. “What happened?”
“Everything,” I tell her, managing a smirk before the hunger overwhelms me. It starts as a building fire in the base of my balls, igniting up my spine until my mouth is on hers again, fucking her with my tongue, driven by some strangely insatiable need. If she’s caught off-guard, so am I, but like hell if I’m going to do a thing to stop it.
She moans into my mouth, and Christ on a cracker, that sets me off like nothing else.
My hands work feverishly all over her body, pulling up at her sweater, tugging down at her jeans, feeling acute desperation, like if I didn’t stick my dick inside her and come right here, right now, I might possibly die. A tragic death by blue balls.
Thankfully Perry gets over her confusion and hesitation at me mauling the fuck out of her and reads into my urgency. She unzips her jeans and tries to step out of them, but I impatiently shoved her back onto the bed.
“I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” I practically growl at her, pulling my shirt over my head, taking off my pants. I slip off my boxer briefs, my cock standing at attention, painfully hard.
Perry’s eyes go round and, sweet Jesus, the fact that my dick still gets that reaction from her is priceless.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her, making a fist over my cock and sliding it slowly up my shaft. I have to be careful as fuck or I’m going to jack myself off with ease.
Her cheeks go pink, and that only turns me on even more. My god, I’m just torturing myself right now.
“You’re bossy tonight,” she says, biting her lip. “I like it. Just tell me what to do.”
A rush runs through me, and holy hell am I the luckiest fucker alive.
“Get yourself off,” I tell her. “Let me watch.”
Whenever we fuck, I almost always make Perry come twice. That’s the bare minimum. The only problem now is, I am so damn horny that if I go down on her right now, I’m going to end up coming into the bedspread like I’m fourteen years old again. The taste of her alone can set me off on my good days.
So yeah, this time I’m going to let her get herself off so I can fuck her hard and fast and be done with this painful, primal surge that’s threatening to pull me apart.
She moves into it fast, too. Her legs spread wider, showcasing the glistening pink of her cunt, her fingers working herself. She’s surprisingly uninhibited, considering she usually keeps a part of her guarded, even during sex, even after all this time. But I guess whatever I’m feeling right now, that buzzing in my veins, the pounding in my chest like I’ve just been injected with steroids, she’s feeling it too.
I watch her closely, in awe, as her back arches and her perfect creamy tits rise, her tight little nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her mouth is open, eyes pinched shut in concentration, and I am fucking dumbstruck by two competing feelings that are starting to merge into one: how much I love this woman, and how much I want to fuck her brains out.
My dick is a monster and I have to grip it hard, force myself to think of bad memories in order to have some modicum of control, especially as I watch her come to a climax, the tiny, breathless cries that spill from her open lips, the way she’s writhing on the bed.
Thinking unsexy thoughts isn’t going to get me anywhere. If I keep this up, I’m going to come while imagining something awful, and that wouldn’t be fun.
She’s still convulsing when I get on the bed and prowl over her, moving fast, feeling like time is running out. I steady myself between her legs and she looks up at me with big, sated eyes as I push myself inside her with one hard, slick thrust.
We both cry out, the air expelled from our lungs, and my eyes practically roll to the back of my brain. I’m buried in so deep, I swear I’m being fused to her.
But this was always the case with her.
Our connection is like no other.
And when I’m inside her, when I’m moving in her body, when we’re tangled together as one, it’s like we’re two magnets unable to keep apart. This isn’t just about the sex, about the nearly supernatural desire and pleasure that we give each other, this is about our souls. This is where they meet, meld, lock together.
But fuck it if I’m not a slave to this need to get off right now.
“Dex,” she says through a moan, her hands going into my hair, making tiny fists, trying to hold on even though I can’t be stopped, not now, not when I’m losing my fucking mind to her body.
I’m rutting into her, raw and ruthless, my ass cheeks clenching with unlimited power as I drive into her, again and again, deeper and deeper. She makes these incredible noises that are nothing short of a symphony and I’m the conductor.
“Jesus,” she swears, hands going down my back now in an effort to contain me as I thrust harder, faster. I bury my head into her neck, biting her there until I taste blood.
She gasps in pain.
Sweat pours off me.
The bed slams against the wall.
The smell of sex fills the room.
“Dex, Dex, oh god,” she cries out, clawing at my back in vicious scratches, and I can’t hold it together any longer. I feel her clench around me as the breath inside her stills.
Then she’s unleashed, quaking beneath me.
And I come so motherfucking hard it feels like I’ve been hit by a truck.
“Fuck!” I call out, my mind going black and blank, the roar of the orgasm ripping me apart at the seams. “Holy fucking FUCK.”
I’m blabbering now, barely aware that my thrusts are slowing down, that I’m still coming inside her somehow, like there’s a dam inside me that won’t subside.
But eventually it does.
I collapse on top of her, trying to get air back into my lungs, my heart thundering against my ribs so hard I feel like it’s trying to meet hers.
What the hell just happened there?
We have sex a lot. Sometimes it’s freaky.
But it’s been a long time since it’s been like that.
I don’t even have words for it.
“Dex,” Perry says softly.
I lift up my head and gaze at her, my eyes trying to focus.
My god, she’s beautiful.
And to think she’s mine.
“I’m sorry, am I crushing you?” I ask, licking my lips, making a sorry attempt to push off of her.
“No!” she cries out, eyes flashing. She grabs my shoulders, holding me against her chest, the sweat of my exertion sticking between us. “No. Don’t. I just…”