“You are so tight,” he whispered, nibbling at my ear. “You feel amazing.”
As he leaned into me, he grabbed my hands and put them over my head. Holding them down with one arm, he lifted my leg around his waist. He began to push into me in a steady motion, his shaft moving through my tight wet pussy. He was so thick and so big I thought it would hurt but as I opened my hips to take him in further, all I felt was an unbelievable pleasure. He let go of my hands and grabbed my hips, thrusting forward harder and harder. I reached up and grabbed the arm of the couch, closing my eyes and listening to our skin slap together. He licked his lips and moaned as my juices covered his cock.
As he picked up the pace, he rocked his hips forward as he pushed in, rubbing against my clit. I felt the orgasm building in my belly as it began to erupt. I screamed loudly, grabbing the couch and arching my back as I felt the waves of pleasure explode through me. As I shivered and shook beneath him, he could feel me contracting against his shaft which only made him needier. I opened my eyes and watched as he thrust hard once, twice, and then a third time, rolling his eyes back and pushing in as he released. He continued to thrust softly as the waves of ecstasy rolled over him, biting his lip and squeezing my thighs in his strong hands. As his muscles relaxed, he looked down at me and smiled, shaking his head and leaning into my neck.
“That was amazing,” he said breathlessly. “Merry Freakin’ Christmas.”
I leaned my head back and laughed loudly as he pulled out and reached for my hands. When I got to my feet, he placed a long and passionate kiss on my lips. I couldn’t imagine that a better first time existed. Knowing my mother would be home soon, we got dressed and straightened ourselves up. I wanted him to stay but I knew it would look suspicious. I walked him to the door and handed him his hat as he pulled on his jacket. He opened the door but turned back and kissed me one last time, deep and hard, before flashing that killer smile and walking out of the apartment. He may have been a stranger just a few hours before, but I didn’t regret anything that happened between us.
Little did I know, I wouldn’t see Dex again for a very long time.
Chapter 3: Dex
The last five years had been one hell of an adventure. The business needed a boost and the competition needed to be taken out for Canton Enterprises to keep moving toward the future. I spent five years traveling through Asia, making deals with the biggest and richest men I could find. From China, Japan, and Korea, to Vietnam, Thailand, and Indonesia, the world would now see Canton Resorts, Canton Towers, and Canton Enterprises at the forefront of the luxury living scene. I learned so much while I was gone but it felt good to be back. Though I still had some loose ends to tie up, I had to come home for my sister’s wedding. She was the only family I had left and I couldn’t miss such an important event in her life.
I stood at the front with Natalie’s future husband Brandon, glad she had met such an amazing man to spend her life with. They met at a karaoke bar in Hell’s Kitchen and Brandon instantly fell in love with her. When they flew out to Beijing to visit me, I knew immediately that they were going to be together forever. He was just that guy, the guy who cherished the people he loved and said what he meant when he meant it. As the music began to p
lay, I immediately stared at the opening doors at the end of the aisle. My happiness extended beyond my sister’s special day. Being here, in this little white church in upstate New York, meant I would finally see Casey again. I sure as hell couldn’t get her off my mind, even five years later, and I was hoping she felt the same way.
The blossoming yellow flowers placed all along the white church pews were accented by the fall leaves that peaked in through the back door. As the bridesmaids walked down the aisle, I Immediately spotted Casey. She was wearing a long sleeveless maxi dress with a tight bodice that made her voluptuous tits look amazing. Her dress was the color of the flowers and her beautiful hair was pinned elegantly on her head, long ringlets falling down around her face. She was even more gorgeous than I remembered and immediately, that night came flooding back to me. I was dumbfounded by how much she had blossomed and how absolutely beautiful she looked. I watched her as she walked up the steps to the altar and glanced quickly in my direction. Her cheeks blushed just as they had the first time we met.
As she stepped onto the stairs and lined up with the other brides, she smiled, staring down the aisle but feeling my gaze on her skin. The music ended and she took a deep breath. She looked over at me, raising her eyebrows with a playful smirk. I shook my head slightly and laughed to myself, realizing she knew exactly how I felt. When I looked back at her, she had straightened her face and was waiting for Natalie to make her grand entrance. As much as I wanted to see my beautiful sister, I couldn’t take my eyes off Casey. I didn’t realize that, after five years, I would be so drawn to her. I knew I wanted to see her. I was so excited to know she was going to be here but I didn’t expect to feel this way. I had a sudden urge to grab her and kiss her as soon as I laid eyes on her. I pulled my hands in front of me and looked over at Brandon. He was standing nervously while he stared at the open doors waiting for Natalie to appear.
As the music began to play, everyone stood and looked toward the back. I watched as my beautiful sister walked through the doors, escorted by our uncle, and smiling bigger than I had ever seen. From there, the rest of the ceremony was a complete blur. I couldn’t take my eyes off Casey long enough to listen to Natalie and Brandon’s vows. Every time her green eyes shifted and met mine, butterflies would fly through my stomach. When the ceremony was over, I escorted the maid of honor down the aisle and winked at Casey as I looked behind me. Immediately, her cheeks reddened and I glanced down at her hand, not seeing any kind of wedding ring.
After we left the church, we all gathered in the back for pictures. I watched from the side as the bridesmaids had their photos taken together. My sister walked up to me and nudged me in the side. I looked down and put my arm around her, marveling at how absolutely gorgeous she looked.
“Congrats, sis,” I said, smiling.
“Why thank you, glad you could make it.” She laughed.
The photographer called Natalie over. As soon as Casey was free from the group, I made a bee-line for her. I did not want to waste any time. As I approached, she looked up at me and smiled, handing her flowers to the other girl and meeting me half way. We immediately embraced in a tight hug and I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have my arms wrapped around her.
“It’s good to see you,” she whispered in my ear. “It’s been a long time.”
“You look amazing,” I said, pulling back to look at her. “Well, you know, had to tone it down to not upstage the bride.”
We both laughed and looked at Natalie and Brandon embracing and kissing for the photographer. I watched Casey’s cheeks fade from bright red to a faint pink. She gazed out at my sister and her new husband as the sun started to set behind the church. When their pictures were done, Casey smiled at me before walking off with the other bridesmaids to take the limo to the reception. I watched her curvy hips and amazing ass sway back and forth in her tight dress as she walked along the road. She stooped into the car and I swallowed hard. I reached over and grabbed my sister before she could disappear.
“Hey,” I said, looking at the limo. “Is Casey seeing anyone?”
“No, she’s single,” she said with a sly smirk that I completely ignored. “See you at the reception?”
“I’ll be there,” I said, clapping and walking toward the groomsmen’s limo.
Hopefully, I’d be there sweeping Miss Casey right off her feet. Why not pick up where we left off? It was hot, it was needy, and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I wasn’t looking for anything serious but I definitely wouldn’t mind replaying that Christmas Eve night. When we got to the reception, I had a seat at my table and watched Casey as she laughed and ate with the other girls. She was stunning. When I saw her get up to get a drink from the bar, I knew it was a good time to chat with her. I charismatically moved through the crowd and leaned on the bar next to her.
“Hey you,” I said, smiling.
“Hey there.” She laughed. “You are still as charming as ever.”
“I try.” I chuckled. She smiled at me as she took her drink. I swiped my hand down her arm and immediately felt a spark, the same spark I felt five years ago. She took a deep breath and stepped back, forcing a smile on her lips. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but she seemed a bit distant. She was still sexy as hell, sweet, adorable as always. She laughed at my stupid jokes but she was also slightly removed from our conversation. I grinned and opened my mouth to invite her to sit with me but I was cut off by the MC announcing the bride and groom’s first dance. Casey shrugged her shoulders and smiled, turned, and went back to her own table.
I walked back to my seat and sat down, slightly perplexed by what just happened. Had things changed while I was away? Did she no longer have any kind of emotions or feelings for me? Five years was a long time but since I hadn’t stopped thinking about her, I knew her feelings could still be on the surface too. She looked so sexy in that dress and her smile was more radiant than ever. All I wanted to do was get her out of that hot dress and have another steamy night of passion. For about an hour, I watched the festivities develop from the first dance and the cake cutting to the emotional dance with our uncle. When all had settled down and everyone was milling around, I looked up to see Casey sitting alone at the table, watching the couples dance on the dancefloor. I knew this was the perfect time to grab her and bring her close. The idea of holding her in my arms was too enticing to pass up. I walked around the crowd and came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me Miss,” I said with a playful bow. “May I have this dance.”
She looked up at me and smiled shyly, nodding her head and reaching out for my hand. I draped her arm through mine as we walked on the dance floor. I spun her around and into my arms. She laughed as she crashed back into me, lifting her head and taking my hand. I reached around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her breasts heaving against my chest. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and my heart fluttered inside my chest. It felt like the first night we met, when the want and need between us was so thick we could barely breathe. As we danced across the floor, our eyes did not detach and for a minute, it felt like we were the only two in the room. I knew I had to have her again. I needed to feel her skin against mine, to taste her and feel her mouth wrapped around my cock.