g her almost everywhere coupled with his kisses drew a surprised orgasm from her.
She shook and shuddered as Marilyn Manson screamed and Dex held her while peppering kisses over and face and neck.
“That’s one,” he announced when Cayla was lucid again.
Cayla mourned the loss of his body heat when he stood. “Sweet Dreams” melted into Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Don’t Forget Me.” Each strum of the guitar excited her nipples. Having music around and under her was new and damn effective. But the main source of her arousal was standing three feet in front of her, watching her with intense gray eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. The slow sexy song accompanied by Dex stripping was all she needed. Cayla’s eyes watched every movement with rapt attention. She’d only seen Dex naked or clothed; she’d never had the opportunity to watch the transition. The linen shirt hit the floor.
Cayla licked her lips as she admired his exposed arms. The thin muscle shirt that clung to his body went next. Dex’s eyes were still fixated on her, his movements were unhurried. His muscles flexed as he unbuckled his belt. Cayla groaned low in her throat; it was the sexiest thing she’d ever witnessed. He was stripping for her. No, he wasn’t dancing around and being suggestive. Instead, he was standing in one spot feasting his eyes on her as his clothes fell to the floor. It was far more potent. It was a carnal promise.
Dex’s pants and underwear fell at the same time. Cayla was stunned by her reaction to his powerful naked body standing before her, primed to do everything she craved and more. He was beautiful. He was more than her fantasies. She dropped her eyes to his tattoo focusing on the gargoyles and guardian angels. She needed a distraction from his earnest eyes, needed to catch her breath from the punch of her desire for him.
She didn’t have time to process her feelings because Dex was kneeling in front of her. His hand shook slightly with bridled passion as he rubbed her cheek before he kissed her sweetly. Cayla was touched by the endearing act, but it didn’t last long.
Cayla was blitz attacked when Dex simultaneously sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as he thumbed her clit.
“Ohhh!” she moaned almost in unison with Anthony Kiedis as she pulled against the restraint of the tie. The sensations threatened to make her cum immediately.
Dex didn’t stop. He switched nipples and inserted one finger then two inside of her slick heat. Cayla wanted to touch him, needed to feel more. Her silent request was answered when he pushed her back. His big palms laid flat against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, pushing them further apart.
She sighed triumphantly when Dex dove in licking and sucking her folds. He held her in place while his expert tongue worked her into a frenzy. His tongue fluttered with the guitar solo. The delicious pressure returned. Every “oh” Anthony Kiedis belted resonated with her experience. She didn’t know what the song was about, and it didn’t matter. The song made her feel sexy with each note, and Dex’s tongue was magic.
Some of her troubles flew away as she felt herself falling over the cliff. Small tremors warned her the bigger one was on the way. Dex teased her with the tip of his tongue, each flick leaving a small shock of pleasure. Dex sucked her into his mouth hard, and she fell apart during the last guitar solo. Each note teased her nipples, and Dex did not relent. Cayla lay back on the ottoman as the song started to fade out; she was mush.
She could feel the next song before she could hear it. She moaned at the sensations against her back. The beat felt primal. Guttural. She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her eyes fluttered open to find Dex standing above her. The way he licked his lips – like if he’d just had the most satisfying meal – made her whimper.
“That was two,” he counted aloud.
His strong arms grabbed her and carried her to his bed. He laid her down then adjusted her until he had her tied to the headboard. Cayla felt the bed shift under his weight as he climbed over her. His warm flesh slid over hers. His hard cock rested against her belly as he roughly kissed her lips. He gripped her ass and rubbed his body against hers in tune with the music. Her nipples tingled against his hard chest.
“Ah,” she sighed at the sensation.
Dex pulled away and fixed her with his intense eyes. “Do you trust me, Cayla?” he inquired just before the guy started singing about an angel.
She nodded, unable to speak from sensory overload.
Dex positioned the bare tip of his shaft at her opening. “This much?”
Cayla felt flutters throughout her entire body. The thought of having all of Dex was so damn arousing and terrifying. She’d figured she would have sex with condoms until she decided to have children; however, Dex was the most talented lover she’d ever had, and she wanted the full experience.
Dex’s face was an unreadable mask while he waited for her answer. Cayla nodded again, and his features warmed up with relief, happy that she trusted him. Dex pushed into her without hesitation. Her two previous orgasms made it easy for him to bury himself completely. They moaned in unison at the new sensations. Cayla pushed away the concern she was trying to ignore. The look of wonder on his face told her everything she needed to know. He’d never tried this before.
The way he drove into her in sync with the music drove her crazy. Cayla wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to touch his body. Sex with him was unreal. He’d mastered her body. Dex knew exactly where and how to touch her. Dex withdrew and turned Cayla onto her stomach. He peppered kisses across her back as he re-entered her from behind.
“Mmm.” Cayla moaned into the pillow. The different position gave her new and intense stimulation.
Dex arched her back more, pulling her ass a little higher into the air.
“Ready?” he asked while grabbing her hips.
Cayla didn’t have time to respond because he started pounding into her in tune with the singer saying “love you” continuously. Cayla screamed her rapture into the pillow. The tempo and his powerful thrusts were pleasures she didn’t want to end. The way his fingers dug into her damp skin heightened her experience. Her tied hands gripped the headboard bars as she screwed her eye shut. He felt so deep, reaching places she didn’t know existed. Cayla’s body tightened with another orgasm on the horizon.
“No!” she lamented when Dex pulled out.
“Get back on your back.” he ordered. “I want to watch you cum.”
Cayla felt a surge of relief when he untied her hands. She wasn’t in pain or uncomfortable, but she was longing to touch Dex. She happily followed his instructions. Dex smiled at her tenderly when her hands roamed over his abs, chest, and biceps before sliding around his neck and locking in his hair.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss. It was the kiss Cayla had been craving – one of his aggressive kisses that seared her soul. Dex broke the kiss long enough to place her ankles on his shoulders; he claimed her mouth and the rest of her at the same time, picking back up on the tempo of the song.