“This time there’s a real fire,” she murmured, kissing the side of my neck.
I entered her bedroom and placed her on the bed, then opened up her robe and slid her underwear off. Her blinds were open, and moonlight spilled in through the windows, bathing her skin in silver. “Finally. God, you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
I took off my shirt and ditched my pants in record time. Then I climbed onto her bed and stretched out above her, my cock thick and hard between us. “I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Me too.” She wrapped her legs around me and slid her hands into my hair. “I would lie here at night and think of you one wall over, and wish you were here. Of course, that was before I got mad at you.”
“I’m here now,” I told her. “And I won’t leave until we’re friends again—no matter what it takes.” Then I stopped moving. “Fuck!”
“What?” She realized before I even said it. “Oh—no condom.”
“No condom.” I started to pull back, but she held on to me.
“Wait,” she said. “I’m okay if you are. I’m on the pill.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since my divorce—and actually a while before that.”
“Then don’t stop,” she whispered, kissing my jaw as she tightened her legs around me. “We’re not quite friends yet.”
Eighteen
Winnie
That night, Dex was surprisingly tender.
I wasn’t sure if it was because he was still trying to make amends or he was just revealing another side of himself, but either way, it was different than it had been before.
He used his mouth on me first—kissing his way from my toes all the way up the backs of my legs and along my inner thighs. He licked me slowly and softly, gently sweeping his tongue over my clit or tracing little circles around it, barely using any pressure at all. He used his fingers too, but didn’t push them in deep. Instead, he teased me with light, shallow strokes, ignoring my impatient wriggling beneath his touch. And he brought his hands to my breasts, brushing his thumbs over my nipples as I arched and writhed, trying to get him to give me what I wanted.
“Dex,” I whimpered, sliding my fingers into his hair. “Don’t tease me.”
He laughed gently, but moved his tongue faster and harder, pinching my nipples, sucking my clit into his mouth.
I came so hard I saw stars, and before I could even breathe again, I was reaching beneath his arms to drag him up my body, frantic with the need to feel him driving into me the way he had before—uncontrollably, desperately, ferociously—but this time with no barrier between us.
But he refused to rush, easing inside me with deliciously slow, measured strokes, giving me a little more each time. When he was buried to the hilt, his eyes closed, like this was heaven to him and nothing had ever felt so good. I inhaled deeply, drunk on the scent of his skin and the way he filled me and the masculine weight of his hips between my thighs. Running my hands down his back over his round, muscular ass, I pulled him in deeper. He groaned and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me passionately before he began to move.
There’s nothing between us, I thought blissfully. We’re as close as two people can possibly be.
And I felt myself unraveling in a way that wasn’t just physical.
Instantly on alert, I spanked him playfully. “What’s with being so gentle?”
“I’m trying very hard tonight,” he replied, his voice tight with the struggle.
“Dex.” I urged him to move faster with my hands and my hips. “Don’t hold back. I want to make you come.”
“Fuck. You don’t know what it does to me when you say that stuff.”
“When I tell you I want your cock?” I said breathlessly. “When I tell you how good it feels inside me?”
He growled angrily, getting rougher. Faster. Harder. Deeper. It was exactly what I needed to keep my feelings locked up where they belonged. This wasn’t about being close to him.
This was about heat. Friction. Desire. Chemistry. Sweat.
His body on mine. His thick, hard cock pumping inside me, rubbing against me, taking me higher, making me gasp and bite and cry out and dig my nails into his muscles. A moment later, he was pouring himself into me, groaning long and loud as my body tightened and pulsed around him.
“Okay,” I panted. “Okay, we’re friends again.”
“Are you sure?” His breathing was ragged and quick. “Because I could come back tomorrow and keep trying to win you over.”