Her brows raise.
I give her a look. She knows the one.
She frowns, most likely because she didn’t expect that look at the dinner table.
“Need any help cleaning up?” she asks her father, getting out of her chair.
Oh god, I am in no position to do the dishes, why is she volunteering us?
But Daniel just waves her away. “I’ve got it. Ada will help.”
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,
