Chapter 31 #2
I swallow. I know what happens next. And I’m dying to hear it told from her perspective.
Alis
Dexter grows impossibly more stiff underneath me as I recount details of a week I spent with another man.
I’m confused by his insistence that I tell him, and also by his reaction.
I don’t want to think of anyone else while I’m with him, nor would I ever want to hear about him with another woman, so I skim over the finer details and only share what I know he wants to hear.
“So the group of us girls met a group of college guys from the East Coast, and I hit it off with one of them. We had a really great week together, and I hadn’t felt that easy of a connection with anyone before, so I took the plunge and slept with him the last night of the cruise.”
“Took the plunge?” Dexter laughs, “Who says that?”
“Stop it,” I chastise. “You’re the one who wanted to hear all about how I lost my virginity to Andromeda man.”
He freezes under me. “I was your first?” he whispers, eyes wide with shock.
“He was my first,” I clarify.
“DJ,” Dexter says.
“Yes, D— wait.” I freeze. I never mentioned his name. How did he…?
Dexter locks his eyes with mine and unleashes that half-smile I adore so much. “I can say that you were your truest self that week because I was there, Rory.” The way he says that name, Rory.
“Wh-what? How?” I ask, unable to grasp what he’s saying.
“I realized it when I saw your birthmark,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to my collarbone once more. “You confirmed it when you mentioned your grandmother, and, I must say, hearing that I am the only other person to catalog this detail about you is everything to me right now.”
“But, your hair. And your beard. And …” I place my hands on either side of his face, searching his features for the much younger man I met so many years ago.
His eyes. His smile. “Oh my God,” I breathe.
It’s amazing how different a person can look with a few simple changes.
But it is him. Dexter. DJ. One and the same.
The happiness welling up inside me at the confirmation that the man I love is the same man my sister encouraged me to let go and be free with is intoxicating. I slam my mouth against his, needing to be as close to him as possible.
Dexter wraps his arms around my back and holds me flush against him, our tongues dueling and bodies writhing against each other.
I tear my mouth away from his and tug up his t-shirt roughly, needing to be skin-to-skin with him.
He helps me to remove the shirt and tosses it to the side, sliding his hand to the back of my neck and pulling my mouth back to his.
I can feel him beneath me, hard as granite and lighting a fire in my core. I rock my hips against his, pressing myself down on his erection. It’s not enough. I need more. I need to be fully connected to him. I need him inside me. Now.
“I need you,” I moan against his mouth, pressing my core into him more insistently to convey my eagerness and impatience. Dexter grunts before gripping my hips and flipping us over so he’s pressing me into the mattress.
“J'ai besoin de toi,” he says gruffly, kissing down my neck, nipping at my collar bone before continuing to trail open mouth kisses down my chest to my breasts. “Mon dieu, tu es délicieuse. Je vais te dévorer.”
I’m about to combust from his words alone when he thrusts his pelvis into me, grinding his erection against my clit. At the same moment, he sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down, tugging gently with his teeth while his hand roughly kneads my other breast.
Overwhelmed with sensation, I explode, tangling my fingers in his hair to keep his mouth exactly where I want him.
Head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, I arch myself into him as I shudder beneath him.
I have no words to describe the release I just felt with this man.
It’s as if the orgasm that rippled through my body went beyond the physical and into my very being.
A complete surrender of oneself to another.
I’m still basking in the bliss of my orgasm when Dexter pulls his mouth from my breast and asks, “Do we need something?” A condom. Why didn’t I think of that? I shake my head, panting, and say, “I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean,” he states, trailing kisses back up my chest to my neck and to my ear. “Do you have any fucking idea how often I’ve fantasized about sinking myself inside you?”
I tremble at his words, unable to respond. The next thing I know Dexter is tearing my shorts and underwear down my legs. He shoves his shorts and boxer briefs down his thighs, not bothering to completely remove them before gripping me underneath my thigh to hike my leg up and around his waist.
He doesn’t pause to ask if I’m ok like he did in the library so many years ago — I’m not the timid eighteen-year-old girl I was then.
He knows I’m just as lost to him as he is to me at this moment.
Leg now secured around his hips, Dexter reaches one hand up to my headboard and thrusts his hips forward, filling me in one stroke.
“Dexter!” I shout at the same time he grunts and exclaims through clenched teeth, “My God you’re so fucking tight.”
Sex, for me, has never been this raw, passionate, and unhinged.
Dexter slams into me again and again, one hand braced against the headboard while the other grips my thigh.
He slides that hand to my ass, tilting my hips and opening my leg wider for a better angle.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as his next thrust rubs against my g-spot inside while his pelvis grinds against my clit.
“Dex,” I pant, trying and failing to utter a complete sentence. “I… I’m going to…”
Dexter drops his mouth to mine, silencing my futile attempts at communicating. He kisses me once before pulling back slightly and whispering, “Lache prise, ma chérie. Lache prise.”
Once again, I combust. I clench around him, my core pulsing, pulling him deeper into me.
“Fuck, Alis,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine as my release triggers his own.
We remain in this position for half a minute longer, breathing heavily, spent, slick with sweat.
Eventually, Dexter opens his eyes and meets mine.
He traces my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb and whispers, “I love you,” before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips and carefully pulling out.
I lie there, completely relaxed and grinning like an idiot, while Dexter stands and walks to the bathroom to retrieve a towel for cleanup.
I watch him walk across the room in all his naked glory, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I tried.
He soon returns and helps to clean me up, then climbs back into the bed and pulls me close to him.
I’m just about to drift off to sleep once more when he says, “We still need to talk about how you deceived me into thinking you were in college and then tricked me into taking your virginity.”
I laugh into his chest and say, “I didn’t lie; you assumed. On both fronts.”
Dexter lets out a scoff and says, “T'es un p'tit cave, mais je t'aime.”
I snuggle closer into him, kissing his chest. “Je t’aime,” I whisper, and fall asleep in his arms.