Admit It (Sinclair 2)

Her greeting died on her lips when Dex crushed his mouth against hers. He loved kissing her, but he couldn’t be gentle and explore like he wanted. He sucked her soft bottom lip into his mouth coaxing a sexy moan out of her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth mid-moan and he was lost in her. She tasted and felt too fucking good to go slowly. The memories of what her mouth did to him earlier made his dick throb in his pants. He had to have her now. Dex remembered asking her about such a scenario. Have you ever been with a guy who was so hot for you that he couldn’t wait to have you? The moment you’re alone, he bends you over the first available surface then fucks you until you fall apart in his arms… He’d known then she hadn’t experienced it, and now she was about to have a front row seat.

Not one to waste time, Dex spun her around and bent her over the couch. His pants and underwear became one with his ankles and he aligned his cock with her entrance before she was fully aware of the shift. Dex pushed into her with the urgency of a man who’d waited his entire life to have her. Dex growled his satisfaction. She was wet and oh-so-fucking tight. Having her was great but having her raw was phenomenal. He knew he wanted a relationship with Cayla, and he’d silently prayed she would be the one. However, he didn’t expect that he would be so love drunk that he’d request to have her bare. Now that he’d shared the ultimate pleasure with her, he couldn’t get himself to go back.

Dex’s body pinged with sexual energy with each thrust. He reveled in the delicate arch of her back and delicious bounce of her ass. She droves him crazy. Every time she made him cum, he immediately wanted more of her. She was like a fever he couldn’t break. His fingers dug into her hips and hers dug into the couch. Their eyes met over her shoulder, and he wanted to give her everything she’d ever desired. Right then, the only thing he cared to give her was a powerful orgasm. She was close. Her already tight channel squeezed him deliciously.

He saw stars but pushed them away. Cayla needed to come hard before he did. Dex snaked his hand around her waist and rested his fingers on her swollen clit. He couldn’t wait to feast on her again, but it wasn’t the time for his tongue to play along. Dex ran his fingers lower to gather some of the juices from their fucking and spread them on her clit. He’d rubbed her with the same urgency of his strokes, fueled by her whimpers. He didn’t let up or relent. He only had one speed, one setting. Cayla’s golden skin flushed red and her head fell forward. If he was too rough, he’d vowed to spend the rest of the night worshipping her pussy. Her orgasm had hit him like lightening and zapped his out of his body. He pumped jerkily until he’d shot every drop into her. It was always so damn good with her.

Dex remained cocooned inside of her until it was physically impossible. His sigh fell between relief and loss. He could never get enough of her. Their relationship status may have been unknown, but he’d hoped to get a lot more of that Cayla. Their future depended on her choices, and he’d prayed she’d choose him.

Cayla snuggled up in bed against Dex’s body. He was sexy, warm, and hard all over. Her body tingled as she relived the last twenty minutes. She’d been a nervous wreck second-guessing herself and her decision to wait for him. What if he didn’t show? What if he was still mad or just plain forgot? She’d suffered through a glass of wine to calm herself down. Eight oh-two. He hadn’t showed, and she was on the verge of feeling stupid when he walked into her home with a hot and edgy look on his face. Dex’s t-shirt clung to him in the most delicious ways and his erection was visibly outlined in his joggers. Cayla was instantly wet. She never got tired of seeing his aroused body.

Dex’s looked at for three seconds or less before turning away. She’d been disappointed about his reaction to seeing her until her words were swallowed by his mouth. Blitz attack is an understatement. Dex had bent her over the couch and was thrusting inside of her before she could figure out what was happening. He’d told her months ago that she needed to experience it, and the reality far outshone the theory. It was fast, hard, and rough – she loved every minute of it. It was urgent and possessive and, fuck, she liked being claimed. He’d pounded her so hard… she squirmed at the thought.

Dex’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle under her ear. “Are you still hungry for me, Cay?”

Cayla nodded and buried her face in his chest, suddenly shy. After sex, she’d gone into the bathroom to clean herself up; she’d left the garter and stocking on per his request. When she emerged from the bathroom, she’d found him in her bed completely nude.

Dex tilted her head back and looked her in the eyes. “No need to be shy.” His eyes darkened in the dim light. “I still want you, too.”

He kissed her gently before retreating. “But first, why are you off so long? Vacation?”

Cayla stiffened, she didn’t want work ruining the moment. “Something like that. I don’t want to talk about work.”

Dex kissed her again. “Fine, why did you choose the IT field?”

Cayla considered her answer. “Money. I like it, but I don’t love it like Nick. I picked a field that would expand and pay well.”

“Very practical. What’s your passion?” The question threw her for a loop. She’d always thought in terms of what needed to be done and not in what she wanted to do.

“Honestly? No clue. I’d made a plan and stuck to it. I didn’t experiment to find out what I would like.”

“I didn’t experiment to find cooking. Some things just call to you. Nothing has tried to get your attention?”

Cayla thought about it for a moment. Has there been anything she found herself focusing on more than others.

“I guess that would be fashion. I like all things girly. When Kalilah or my mom doesn’t feel like shopping, they tag me in.” She chuckled. “I love creating looks for them.” Cayla felt a zing of excitement thinking about color palettes, skin tones, and designers.

“See?” Dex laughed. “I knew there had to be something you were passionate about.”

“I guess you’re right. What turns you on about cooking?”

Dex’s big hands rubbed her back as he speaks. “You turn me on. I enjoy cooking,” he corrected. “It’s been the thing that calls to me since I was a child. Like sex, it allows you to get all your senses involved to create an experience. I like creating treats that puts smiles on people’s faces. I call it a creative science.”

“So, it has rules and possibilities.”

“Yeah, you can say that. There are things you must know to make certain meals great, but you still have the full range of your imagination. I tried to go the business route, but I switched my focus to culinary arts and never looked back.”

“I’m glad you did because your food is amazing.”

That earned her a lingering kiss. Cayla deepened it by rubbing the tip of her tongue between his lips. Dex responded with a growl. He tangled his tongue with hers while taking a hearty squeeze of her ass. Cayla’ body heated up more, ready to take him on again. All he needed to do was…Dex broke the kiss and flipped her onto her side and pulled her to his chest. His erection poked her in her lower back, but he locked her in place with a strong arm around her abdomen.

“Behave, I’m trying to have a c

onversation,” he growled near her ear. “What’s your deal with pink?”

Cayla laughs. “My deal is that I love it.”

“I’ve noticed,” Dex grumbled, “but why?” He pressed when Cayla shrugged. “Don’t do that. You know why.”