12. Dex
12
DEX
I don’t know who is most shocked by Sophia’s outburst. We stare at each other for an amount of time that could be seconds, or long enough to fly to the moon.
She loves me?
Sophia, my darling girl, loves me ?
Maybe I move first, or perhaps she does, but that doesn’t matter because she’s in my arms and I’m kissing her and she’s kissing me. My cock hardens and thickens, turning to rock in the moment it takes me to back her against the wall and press myself to her.
So she can’t leave.
“I love you too,” I say between kisses, holding her so tight I’d risk cracking her ribs if the searing pain from my arm didn’t prevent me from getting her even closer. “I love you so?—”
“Dex, you don’t have to—” she says, clinging to my shoulders and trying to kiss my cheek as I bury my face in her shoulder and kiss her neck ferociously.
“I do.” I’m grasping at her clothes like I’m a desperate animal, ravenous to kiss her and touch her and tell her all the things in my heart simultaneously. “I’ve loved you from the beginning.”
“No, I know it’s just because of the London Maths?—”
“No.”
“But—”
“Okay, wait-wait-wait.” I force myself to stop pawing her and pulling her nearer. She whimpers as I cup her face, draw back, and gaze into her eyes. “Look at me.”
I’m lost for a second in her mossy eyes, the pattern of gold and brown and green. There’s vulnerability and worry there that I’ve never seen so clearly before.
“I proposed marriage because I wanted you .”
Her breath hitches. “Really?”
Brushing my thumb over the drying tears, I nod. “It was never anything less than real, to me.”
“Me neither,” she says, a smile lighting her face. “That list described the only man I’ve ever wanted : you.”
I lean my forehead on hers and close my eyes. I cannot believe this.
“My darling, my little one. I love you so much.” It’s a relief to tell her this and feel her nod in agreement. “You make me real. Almost forty years, and I’ve never felt this way. Before you, my life was a question I couldn’t answer, and then you appeared, and it clicked. I knew that I’d never want anyone else. I can’t breathe without you.”
For a few seconds, there’s just the peace of having her close, and knowing we’re both in love. My heart expands big enough to envelop her and half the city.
“No more bet. That was only to ensure you had no reason not to marry me. I’m in love with you, and you’re mine.” My voice is gravelly. “Whatever happens next, whether you’re pregnant or not, you’re my wife . Forever. I could never have let you go.”
She giggles. “I think I’d have had to resort to stuffing a pillow up top if I hadn’t been pregnant after six months.”
“I’d have gone along with it.” I run my hands up the curve of her back. “And I’ll still give you a baby, I swear.”
“But no more waiting.” She reaches for my belt, and I groan. “Enough restraint. I want you to come inside me.”
“With pleasure.” And then we’re undressing each other, hands clashing, arms tangling, and I try to kiss her at the same time. I can’t get her close enough.
I consider the wall as the quickest place to breed her, but I do have a tiny part of me that’s still sane, so grab Sophia to me and drag her to our room and to the bed.
“Dex! Your arm! Be careful of your arm!”
I ignore her protest, and set her down, immediately covering her body with mine. It hurts, but I don’t care. I need her more.
“Get your clothes off quickly, before I rip them off.” She’s wearing too much, having focused on pushing off my tuxedo jacket.
Yanking off my tie, I lift my shirt over my head and shove down my trousers. Both of our shoes were lost somewhere over by the bedroom door.
She’s scrabbling at her back. “Help me with this zip?”
Rolling onto her side, she sweeps her hair away from the back of her neck and exposes a barely visible seam.
“This is a fussy dress,” I grumble as my big fingers fail to grip the tiny button at the top.
“It doesn’t matter. Just get it off.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yes—”
Whatever else she was going to say is drowned out by the sound of silk ripping. There’s no finesse as I grab handfuls of the fabric and tear until I can see her skin, and push the ruined garment off her shoulders.
“Sophia, fuck,” I breathe as the silk reveals that she’s bare between the legs, and has no bra on either. “Don’t move, little one.”
My cock springs up as I rid myself of the last of my clothes, so we’re both naked. Sophia drags off her dress fully and rolls over onto her back. It’s a caress as she looks down my body.
“I told you to stay still.” I brace myself over her and my swollen cock, a vein standing out, pulsing, and the head almost purple, slides over her belly.
“I couldn’t.” She pushes her hips up and spreads her legs as I settle on top of her. “Please. I need you.”
“Brat.”
Her hand slides between us and finds my cock, encircling the sensitive head and I hiss as pleasure flares out from where we touch. My control is hanging by a thread.
“Sophia,” I choke. “If you can’t be trusted to behave, I will be forced to make you, given I’m injured.” I probably could stay sane with most of what has happened tonight, but with my protective instinct triggered, I’m delving into craziness. It’s the pain and shock of nearly losing Sophia.
And most of all, it’s that she loves me.
“But I want to touch you,” she complains.
Her other hand sneaks down and finds my balls and cups them, the sensation elevating the caress of her fingers around my cock.
“I won’t last, darling.” I grit out the warning.
“I don’t care.”
“You will if you make come right here, over your belly, and you don’t get pregnant.”
She writhes, circling her hips. This girl is all innocent sexuality and I’m weak in the face of it.
“You could push it into me. Rub it into my skin.”
“Stop being a brat,” I say harshly.
She pouts. “Make me.”
It’s the matter of a second to clutch both her hands in one of mine and snatch up my tie.
“Dex!” She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I told you to behave, given I was injured,” I say severely. “So are you going to be a good girl, or will I have to tie up my brat and breed her?”
The way she licks her lips and squirms, offering up those sweet tits, tells me her answer.
I lean down and kiss her as I ruthlessly pin her hands.
“I will take you, and breed you, little one,” I promise as I wrap the silk. She doesn’t fight me, but she does test her bonds as I secure her wrists to the headboard.
It’s the work of only a few moments, and then I draw back, and she’s perfectly exposed for me. So beautiful, and in my power.
“Tempting though it is to tease you…” I mutter, covering her with my body again. Slight and tiny compared to me, I feel big and brutish, and my cock likes that she’s small and trapped.
I touch the crown of my cock to where she’s hot and soft and needy.
“So wet. You want this, don’t you?”
A keening sound is all the reply I get as I press into her slowly. She’s so tight, she feels amazing.
“Tell me again that you love me.” My voice is hoarse as I kiss her mouth, only letting up to allow her to speak the words I’ll never be tired of hearing.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, little one.” I sink into her, one slow, blissful inch at a time, deeper and deeper, until we’re fully joined, as close as we can be, chest to chest and hip to hip. I grind against her, and she gasps. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Looking into her eyes, I’m lost. My brain is incapable of taking in the way she’s so perfect, and she’s mine.
This was absolutely worth being shot for.
The first slide out and sink back in deep tears a moan from both of us, then I do it again, faster, harder, and before I know it the pleasure is making me crazy. “Oh fuck, I love having you in my power. You wanted me to lose control?” I tell her as I thrust into her. I roughly palm her breast and squeeze, swiping my thumb across the nipple. “This is it. This is your monster.”
And instead of being scared, Sophia moans and replies, “Yes. Mine. My monster.”
When she tilts her hips and tries to get me deeper, I can’t deal with it. I can’t control myself for this special moment, and keep her in check too.
“Sophia.” I grab her waist and hold her down. “You’re going to make me come before…”
I let out a sound like a wounded animal as she squeezes her pussy around my cock.
“Come inside me,” she urges. “Fill me up.”
“Not before you do,” I grunt, my brain almost entirely sawing in and out of my wife.
But she’s unstoppable. I cram my hand between us and find her clit. Then I summon all my strength and watch her disbelief as I stroke her in sync with my thrusts into her willing body. She tightens around my length as I get my thumb right in the best spot, then it doesn’t take much. She’s screaming and shuddering as she comes apart. And fuck, it’s so good to feel and see her come, it nearly tips me over.
“Good girl, good girl. That’s it. You did well,” I tell her as the pulsing of her orgasm recedes. I kiss her cheeks and give her shallow, slow thrusts that prolong her ecstasy. “You came. Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”
“Dex. Husband.” She wraps her legs around my waist eagerly as I accelerate and fuck her deeper. “I love you. Make me yours forever.”
So I grab her thigh and push it up, opening her wider, and ram into her, the pleasure escalating immediately.
“You wanted me feral,” I tell her, hoarse with need. “This is your wish.”
“Yes. Breed me. I’m yours.”
Then I really lose control.