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Uninhibited

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I smile against him. There’s a new heat coiling through my body, the power of giving pleasure, controlling his body the way he’s commanded mine.

I want more.

I move back to his cock, teasing him with whispering kisses as I pump at the base before I form a tight ring with my lips and slide down the length of him. Dex groans his approval and moves a hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as guides me back down again, controlling my rhythm.

Yes.

My pulse races at the dominance, but still, I know I’m still the one in charge. I angle my head, drawing him deeper, fighting the reflex to gag. He’s so big, I don’t think I can take him all, but relaxing my throat and breathing deep, I consume him, inch by straining inch until most of his shaft is buried, hot and wet between my lips.

I grip his ass, reeling. It feels incredible. I’ve never felt a power like this, known such an erotic thrill. I’m filled, overwhelmed by him. Nothing else exists but the slide of his flesh between my lips, plunging deeper into my mouth, and his desperate grip on the back of my head. I bob faster, finding my rhythm: taking him deep and then pulling back, swirling my tongue over that ridge of skin with every stroke. I don’t know when the engines cut, but suddenly we’re drifting, and both his hands are on the back of my head now, pinning me down. I can feel Dex panting, his whole body straining, thrusting faster against me. It’s a dizzying rush, to be the one making him crazy, and I revel in the power—sucking him hard and deep and pulling back until just the tip is between my lips. I flutter my tongue against him fast, teasingly light, and Dex answers with a desperate groan.

“Please, baby…”

I ignore his fevered plea, returning to those languid licks along the length of him, slow and wet. I run my hands down his thighs, scratching lightly. His cock leaps against my tongue, moisture beading at the tip, but I keep tormenting him, mixing the light caress of my tongue with occasional hard pumps with my fist, until Dex is growling, thrusting madly against my mouth.

“Fuck, Alicia, you’re killing me!” he gasps, tugging at my hair. “Baby, please…I need you!”

I’m dizzy, drowning in a haze of lust and power and pure, gorgeous sensation. Finally, when I don’t think even I can take it anymore, I close my lips around him and suck.

Dex lets out a hoarse cry. I take him deeper, all the way, pumping hard at the base while my mouth slides up and down over the shaft, lips forming a tight seal, my tongue swirling at his head with every stroke.

“Yes, baby, fuck.”

Dex curses, chanting my name in a low growl, urging me on. I devour him, my body tight with wanting, a desperate ache between my thighs. I lift my head, glancing up to find that he’s watching me, his eyes fevered, his expression a torment that makes me thrill at my own power. It feels so forbidden to look him in the eye while I drive him crazy with my mouth, but I can’t look away. Something passes between us, sharp and bright, and then he’s gone, roaring a savage cry as his body goes tense and he jerks in my mouth, unleashing a spurt of hot liquid against the back of my throat. I hold tight, drinking him down as the tremors crash through his body and I sink into a haze of pleasure and desire. More. I milk him with my mouth as he pulsates against me, until finally, he pulls back, clutching hold of the side of the boat for balance.

His eyes are dazed, his mouth open, panting for air, and I watch him with a fierce surge of pride.

I did this to him. I was the one to make him come undone.

And God, it feels so good.

18.

We spend the rest of the day on the water, lazing in the bright afternoon sun. We eat the picnic Dex packed and drink cold beers from the cooler, drifting along the shore with no destination in mind. Dex cannonballs off the side of the boat, splashing me as I sunbathe on the flat prow until I dive in and wrap myself around him, smothering his with kisses until we’re both shivering and goosepimpled from the cold.

We dry off, lying curled in each other arms. Hot skin and cool ice kisses, my head resting in the crook of his arm. I’ve never felt so relaxed and yet so alive: a wire of live electricity shivering under his touch, crackling with friction and intensity, even as my mind turns drowsy and restful. The hours pass in a haze until finally, Dex starts the engine, and we motor back to the bay, the boat slicing through the waves with breath-taking speed.

By the time he drives us home, my stomach has twisted into a knot of glorious anticipation. What happened on the boat awakened something deep inside me, lit a touchpaper to the fire that has been glowing hotter since the moment we met. Now, I feel a naked curiosity, a new kind of hunger. A reckless need.

I want all of him, I’m ready now.

And I want it tonight.

I reach across and take his hand from the gearstick, bringing it to my lips. I brush my lips against his knuckles, then turn it over, slowly kissing into his palm.

Dex looks over at me with a dark-eyed smile. My heart skips. There’s no mistaking the intensity in his gaze, the promise of what’s to come.

I squirm in my seat. My body tightens, just imagining his hands on me again, his masterful, dizzying touch. There’s a new intimacy between us now, the silent secret of those hours out on the ocean, and the slow exploration of each other’s bodies. I feel more aware of every breath and glance that passes between us; my senses heightened, my skin sensitive to the smallest touch.

I’ve only just begun to discover this man.

My head is spinning when Dex pulls into the driveway. I twist around, reaching for our bags in the backseat, but he stops me. “Later,” he says, getting out and circling to open my door. I take his hand to get out, and suddenly, he swings me up and over his shoulder.

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