Chapter 34
DEX
I returned to Hunter Valley as if I belonged there.
Not my big, lonely penthouse in Denver. It was late when I dropped my bags at the door of the small rental and shucked my clothes as I went, climbing naked into bed with a sleeping Lindy.
This was what I’d been longing for ever since we ended our video call the night before.
Four thousand miles of flying later, and I was where I wanted to be. Almost.
She was warm and in another one of her sexy fucking nighties.
“You’re home,” she murmured as I wrapped my arm around her from behind.
I missed her soft scent, the feel of her. The video sex had been insane, but it would never compare to touching, kissing, licking and fucking Lindy’s perfect body.
I’d warned her, but knowing she was here waiting for me, that she was mine, that had me feeling…
longing. Contentment. Satisfaction. It ran deeper than the instant attraction and need I felt for her when I first saw her.
It wasn’t instalove, like in the romances.
I knew what that meant because I’d snagged a paperback at the Helsinki airport and made my way through it on the flight home.
I fell. That’s what I did. I fell for her. I didn’t care that she wasn’t in the same place as me. I was patient and well, she was in my bed.
“This for me, sugar?” I asked, sliding my hand over the silky material.
“Mmm, you said you like them.”
“On you,” I added. The feel of her, the scent of her, the way she was warm beneath the covers had me so fucking hard.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she murmured. “I didn’t know when you’d be back.”
“You waited up?”
She rubbed her cheek into her pillow, then her butt into my hard dick. “Not very well. I missed you.”
I missed you.
Fuck.
“I’m here.”
“Dex,” she breathed, shifting beneath the sheets.
I nuzzled into the crook of her neck. “What do you need?”
“You.”
I reveled in her words. That all she needed was me.
“In me.”
Fuck yes.
I slipped my hand under her skimpy little nightgown and cupped her breast. Plumped it, felt the nipple go hard against my palm.
“I saw these last night and my fingers ached to do this.”
Then I switched directions and slid down her thigh, lifting it up and over mine, opening her.
“I loved how you spread your thighs so nice and wide to show me my pussy. You wet for me?” I asked, while I discovered for myself.
Her pussy was warm and soft, dripping, just like it had been the night before.
It had been days since I had my hands on her and I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t wait another fucking second.
Shifting, I lined up at her slick opening and entered her. From this angle, it was a slow go and I stopped when I had her crammed full.
“Dex,” she breathed, wriggling her butt against me.
We hadn’t even kissed, and I was deep inside her.
Her nightie was around her waist and I tugged a strap off her shoulder, baring one breast.
Fuck, I loved her like this, naughtily exposed as I took her from behind.
“Dex!” she cried, when I began to move. “Harder.”
In this position, I couldn’t go deep or hard, so I scooped her up and rolled so she was face down, then I lifted her so her knees were beneath her. Her head was still on the warm bed as I began to take her as she wanted. I needed it hard, too.
“Like that?” I asked, gripping her hips and taking her roughly.
“Yes!”
It was so good. Too good. She was hot and slick and—
Bare.
Fuck. I groaned.
Never foregoing a condom before, she felt amazing. Skin on skin was wet and like heaven. The idea of taking her bare had my balls drawing up, my orgasm building the base of my spine.
The lady always came first, so I needed to get her there.
Now.
Licking my thumb, I reached around and worked her clit. “Oh God. Dex. I… I need–”
“More?”
“Yes.” Her fingers curled into the bedding.
Setting my other hand at the base of her spine, my thumb slipped down into the crack of her ass, and I found that spot we hadn’t yet played with. With only a brush of my thumb, she tensed and I felt the rosette clench from the contact.
“Dex!”
Her pussy milked my dick and I was so close. Too close.
“Come for me, my sweet bad girl. Fucked from behind in that little teasing outfit, clit all hard and your ass–”
Yeah, my girl loved dirty talk. I just called the plays as I saw them, and it made her come on a breathy cry as her pussy milked my bare dick.
I thrust deep once, then so fucking reluctantly, pulled out, spurting come all over her ass and back, painting her in thick stripes.
“Fuck, sugar,” I said when I finally caught my breath. “Best welcome home I’ve ever had.”