Chapter Twenty-Seven
~AMELIA~
The car ride home is full of crackled tension. Neither of us says a word. I can tell that we both want something to happen when we get home. I can feel the anticipation building as I wonder how it will start. Thankfully, the Backwoods isn’t far from the apartment, so I don’t have to wait long.
“Want me to carry you into the apartment?” Dex asks me as he puts the car in park.
“I think I can walk up the stairs.”
“I hate how you’re on the second floor with crutches,” he says, reaching over and squeezing my hand. “I don’t mind carrying you at all, really.”
I nod. “Okay, maybe that’s for the best.”
“I agree with that.” He winks at me, exiting the car and jogging around to my side of it.
He opens the door, unbuckles me and swivels my legs around so that he can easily help me out of the car.
He takes my hands and pulls me gently to a standing position.
“My lady,” he says with a wink before picking me up.
He pushes the door closed with his hip and begins heading towards the stairs.
“What about your bag, my bag and the crutches?” I call out.
“All of those things can wait until later. I will come back for them. Right now, I’m only worried about getting you into the house.” He smiles at me and picks up his step.
“Someone is in a hurry,” I tease him.
“Well, someone had their ass at my crotch all night, so yeah, I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
When we get inside the apartment, he passes through the living room and stops at the entrance of the hallway. “My room or yours?” He ask, rapping his knuckles on the wall of his room.
His eyes are dancing with amusement and excitement. Frankly, I don’t really care where he takes me, just that he takes me.
“Wherever you are more comfortable,” he suggests.
I turn my head and begin to nip at his neck; I hear him groan. “Where is closer?” I ask him in breathy voice.
“I’m not taking you on the couch,” he insists.
“Fine, pick a room,” I tell him, before continuing to nip at his jawline.
He charges down the hallway and opens a door, I spin my head away from his neck to see that we’re in his room. Dex gently places me on the center of his bed. He stands there, watching me and smiles.
“What?” I ask him, growing uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“I just can’t get over how perfect you are,” he replies.
“Hardly.”
“Nope, none of that tonight. Or none of that ever. When you’re with me, I want you to know that I find you to be one of the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Your curves are deliciously perfect, and you have no reason to hide or shy away from me.” He grins, watching the information sink in.
I don’t say anything to his declarations because what can I possibly say to that. So, I don’t. I simply flush and look away from him. I feel the bed dip and see that he’s kneeling at the end of it.
“I want to be so careful of your knee, so we’re going to have to be creative,” he tells me.
“I like the sound of that.” I grin up at him and see him smirking right back at me.
Dex crawls up his bed and lies beside me, making sure he’s on the side with the good knee. He slowly draws lazy circles on my bicep with his finger.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice is quiet and caring.
I roll on my side so that I’m facing him. “Yes, I’m sure. You don’t have to keep on asking me that question. I think that I want you as much as you want me, if not more.”
He smirks. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Dex leans in and kisses me gently. The kiss goes from soft and gentle to hot and passionate in no time.
Dex yanks me forward, pressing my body against his.
His tongue begging for entrance into my mouth, I quickly grant it.
Our tongues dance together as we claw at each other.
I want him as close as I can get him because he is setting me on fire.
I moan, circling my hips, pushing into him.
I feel his erection through his fitted athletic pants.
He moans, pushing into me. I can feel how much he wants me.
Dex moves his lips from mine and begins a slow descent down my neck.
He reaches the collar of my shirt and ducks his head so that he can access a bit of my cleavage.
I’m warm all over. I need to be wearing less clothes.
I pull back from him, working my shirt up my body, and pull it over my head. My white lace bra is on full display for him. Dex grins greedily as he takes in my chest.
“Hmm,” he moans as he leans down and kisses the center of my chest. I feel his tongue slide out and draw a small line up and down.
I arch into him. I need him to touch me in this moment.
I can’t handle him for much longer. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.
Slowly, I work the straps down my arms and pull it from my body.
I keep my eyes on Dex the whole time, watching as his eyes grow wide with desire. I grin watching him take in my breasts.
His hands cup my breasts, and I push my chest further into this hands. His thumbs come up and lightly brush across my pebbled nipples. I cry out at the simplest touch.
“I love how responsive you are.” His voice comes out deep and gruff. I love the sound of it in the darkness of the room.
“More,” I moan out. “Please touch me some more,” I beg him.
“I kinda like it when you beg. But right now, all I want to do is touch those beautiful breasts.”
I stare at him for a moment, trying to reconcile the fact that he called my breasts beautiful.
“Don’t question the way I feel about you and your breasts, go with it, peach.”
I get ready to respond but he pushes my breasts together in his hands and puts his mouth of my nipples.
The feeling of his lips nipping and sucking on both of them is incredible.
My head rolls back, and I cry out with pleasure.
Circling my hips into this hoping that he’ll touch me soon where I need him most.
He leans back and releases my breasts and smiles, “Are you trying to ask me for something there, peach?”
I nod. “Please touch me.”
“I have been,” he smiles coyly at me.
“You know what I mean.” I whimper with anticipation.
“No, I really don’t. You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”
“Maybe you’re more of a show person than a tell person,” I say, taking his hand and running it down my stomach and into my training paints. I brush his fingers across my core and push my pussy into this hand. “This, this is where I need you, Dex.”
“Your wish is my command,” he rasps out.
Dex winks at me as his hand travels down my stomach and to the top of my thong.
He sweeps a long finger in so that he’s brushing the top of my sex.
My eyes close and my head rolls slowly back, anticipating what it will feel like when he gets his hands on me.
Where I have needed for them since he climbed into this bed with me.
I push my hips forward, hoping that I can draw this hand down where I need it with motion.
But I don’t have to wait long. His hand glides down into my pants and he rubs the outside of my sex with this fingers.
Just slightly brushing at first, but then he applies some pressure onto my clit. I buck up into this hands.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan out.
I lean into him and place kisses along his collar bone has he continues to rub me.
His fingers dip a little lower and I swear I stop breathing, waiting for him to dive into my folds.
He brushes the edge of where I need him most, and I freeze.
My breath catches, my body tight with anticipation, waiting for that next move.
He pauses — just long enough to drive me crazy — and then finally, he dives into my folds.
I cry out, loud and raw, the release hitting me like a wave.
“Oh god, yes, please Dex. More, so much more,” I moan against his chest.
Without warning he inserts two more, so that he has three inside me. It feels like heaven, the way he’s filling me, working his fingers in and out of me, while as my cries are muffled by his closeness.
“That’s it. Oh god, Amelia you feel like heaven,” he grunts into my hair, jutting his own hips forward.
“Dex, I’m so close, so fucking close.”
His thumb finds my clit, and he rubs vigorously while he pumps in and out of me.
It doesn’t take much until I feel like I’m flying.
I cry out and bite down on his shoulder to keep the volume of my cries down as he keeps on working me, drawing out my orgasm and letting me ride it out against his hand.
When I come down from my high, I’m hot. The pants need to come off, and I need him inside of me. Not his fingers. I begin to pull on his pants.
“Are you eager for something?” His voice comes out sultry and quiet.
“I want you now,” I tell him. “I want to feel you inside of me.
He grins and kisses me on the lips hungrily. His hands come to my pants and begin to push them down. He quickly realizes they won’t go past my brace.
“Do you think I can take this off? Or do you want me to put it on after I take off your pants?” he asks me, panting.
“Whatever you recommend, doctor,” I coo at him.
He smirks. “I’m just a PA,” he reminds me.
“Whatever you say, football,” I tease him.
He chuckles and sits up. I can see him parachuting out of his pants. I long to feel him. I want to run my hand up and down the velvety softness, but I know I’ll have to wait until he gets me bare first. My brace is removed, and my pants are discarded.
He watches me for a moment and says, “I think I better put this on you because I’m not sure how gentle I can be with you.”
“Please don’t hold back,” I beg him.