Cayla made herself busy by lining up one-hundred shot glasses for the mini parfaits. She would not focus on his raw sex appeal or the fact that she missed him. He resurfaced wearing a t-shirt while Cayla was washing all the berries. She pat-dried them and moved to the table to chop them.
Dex turned on some music and started to work on the whipped cream as if she weren’t there. Cayla knew she couldn’t be upset. At least he was helping her where it mattered. Each song was kind of sexy, and it didn’t help that Dex was closer to her than he’d been for weeks.
Eventually, Cayla’s hand stilled completely as she watched Dex move around the kitchen. He was born to do this. Then her naughty mind switched from awe of his skills to awe of his body. The same body she’d missed being trapped under. The same body that had given her more orgasms than she could count. The same body that still starred in all her wildest dreams. Cayla crossed her legs to ward off the throb deep inside her core.
She’d heard women shamelessly brag about staring at dick prints. It was an asinine concept to her. Why would a woman spend time looking for the outline of a man’s naughty bits? Did they derive pleasure from that? She didn’t have a clue – until now. Now, Dex’s underwear-less member proudly swished with each movement. Grab a bowl out of the fridge, swish. Put cream in that bowl, swish. Whip the cream, swish, swish, swish. It’s like it was talking to her, daring her to touch it.
Chloe x Halle’s “Drop” filtered into the kitchen, and Cayla felt like they were looking into her soul. Dex licked some whipped cream off his finger to taste it – her resolve shattered. Shaky feet moved her farther into the kitchen. Her need to touch him outweighed everything else. Cayla wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. The familiarity of his body soothed her although she wasn’t sure how he’d react. She felt him stiffen underneath her touch. She was in too deep. She had to commit to her actions. She flattened her hand ag
ainst his abdomen.
“Cayla,” he warned. But she was too far gone. Hearing him say her name after weeks of silence was an aphrodisiac. She was like an addict getting her fix. One hand went under his shirt, and the other down the waist of his pants. She moaned at the feel of his warm skin. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Touching you,” she confirmed as her hand dipped lower and wrapped around his stiffening cock.
Dex dropped his hands onto the counter and bowed his head searching for strength. “You said no sex.” His words came out in huffs as she began to stroke him.
Perfect was the only constant word in her head. He smelled perfect. His hard abs underneath her hand were perfect. His silky skin gliding over his incredibly hard shaft…perfect. Cayla could only share her truth in that moment.
“I’m so wet for you right now, Dex.”
Chapter 27
Her words washed over Dex like antiseptic, soothing and painful, they stung his soul. They hadn’t spoken for weeks, and it’s been even longer since they last touched. It was soothing to know he wasn’t the only one experiencing withdrawal. He was not the only one lying awake at night with his thumb hovering over the call button before cursing himself to sleep. She missed him.
Then, the sting rides in reminding him that the only part of him she missed was currently saluting in her palm. Three weeks to self-reflect and she hadn’t examined a damn thing. If she had, she would know that going for his dick was not the best way to repair what had been broken. That was never broken – their sexual chemistry had been off the charts from the moment they’d locked eyes.
No, had she taken their time apart to learn anything, she would have known to start with an apology or show some genuine excitement for his incredible achievement. Best case, she would have thought their time apart was unbearable and told him she wanted to come with him. Fight for him. Instead, she had him humming with a lust that couldn’t be ignored because their three weeks apart made him sexually weak. If she would have pulled this stunt sooner, he would’ve had the presence of mind to ignore this advance, but now he was hungry for her. Aching to be inside of her.
Damn her and her timing. More time would’ve allowed for a scab to form, but she caught him while he was still raw and broken. Resigned, he turned on her. Pushing her away from the whipped cream towards the empty island. She smelled like her failed attempts. Cream and sugar. Their eyes locked as he quickly pushed her sweats and panties off her body. Then, their lips collided. She moaned against his mouth and wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her onto the island. It was the perfect height for fucking; he’d made sure of that. His cock was out and nudging against the very center that called to him in his wet dreams.
“Fuck,” he growled when he was seated deep inside of her. She was so snug, so hot, and so fucking wet. He felt like he’d returned home after a long exhausting trip. He had to say something to the woman withering against him. He must speak his piece.
He plunged into her again, leaving them breathless. “I’m not a sex toy, Cayla.” She nodded and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. “I’m not a fuck buddy,” he snarled into her ear while keeping a bruising pace. “I’m not a fling.” She moaned out an acknowledgment, her body clenching around him. He changed his angle, making her scream through her orgasm as he kneaded one of her breasts through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. “I’m more than my dick.” He grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Desire and anger warred in his body to be the prominent emotion. “If you want access to my dick you better start acting like a fucking person is attached to it.”
Dex pulled her off the island and bent her over it, reentering her from behind. He pounded into her only caring about his pleasure. He used her ponytail to pull her head back; she grunted somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Am I clear, Cayla?” She nodded as much as she could with him pulling her ponytail. “Do you fucking understand?”
“Yes!” she screamed. Her second orgasm slammed into him like a truck and ripped his release out of his body.
“Looks like you made up with Dex?” Kalilah’s signature giggle accompanied her observation.
“What?” Cayla asked while trying to swallow a blush. She busied herself with lining up the yummy desserts made with high quality whipped cream for optimal viewing pleasure.
“You heard me.”
Cayla’s body tingled, Dex was rougher that morning, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. A three-week standoff ending in indescribable sex made her humbler. Hell, she’d charter a yacht and hire a string quartet if he wanted a date, just to get more of him. Damn, that man was a sexual beast! He had the ability to get her off in seconds with minimal effort, taking her from believing she would never ever experience the joy of sex induced orgasms to being multi-orgasmic.
“What gave you that impression?”
Kalilah rubbed her protruding belly, acting as if she were in deep thought.
“Well, you floated in here all smiles – real ones, not the fake ones you’ve been sporting. Dex is a sex demon, and you look like you’ve had an other-worldly experience. And, the biggest give away of it all…you’re walking different.”
“I am not!” Cayla denied.
“You are. It reminds me of something he said to me last year. I guess he was not bullshitting, although I doubted then that he was.”