Human Hieroglyphix - Dex & Leila (15 page)

"Okay so you have a toy.  And do you come with it?"

I nodded.

 I was still confused at the point he was trying to make. 

He
was
trying to make a point, right?

"Leila?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to prove dickwad wrong?"

"Huh?"

He leaned over, placing his mouth near my ear before continuing.

"I can make you come so hard you'll forget your name, gorgeous."

Holy shit.

I squeezed my thighs together to prevent that deep throb within me from showing in, say, a wiggle or worse, a hip thrust.

"You can?" I asked trying to keep the hopefulness out of my voice.

"Uh-Huh.  But, babe?"

"Yeah, Dex?"

"You're going to have to choose."

"Choose?"

He leaned even closer.  "Yeah, Elle, you're going to have to choose.  You want to come on my fingers, my mouth or my cock?"

Oh. My. God.

Chapter Sixteen

Dex got up off the sofa and turned off the fire before returning to me and grabbing my hand.  I stood up beside him and watched as his eyes roamed over my face.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Leila," he said softly before turning us towards the stairs.

Seriously, how do you respond to something like that?

We made our way into my bedroom and he dropped my hand, but only so he could turn on one of the bedside lamps.

"Light okay, honey?"

I nodded still not quite sure what we were going to be doing.

I watched Dex reach back to between his shoulder blades and remove his Henley.  He wasn't wearing an undershirt, so I got a full and close up view of his gorgeous chest, the tattoos and his nipple ring. 

Nipple Ring? 

I looked again, yes, Dex had a ring in his left nipple.

Day-yum.

That was hot.

After shaking his hair out of his eyes, Dex looked me over and raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Your turn, Leila."

I copied his move and pulled my Henley over my head.  I saw Dex's eyes flare as he visually devoured the sight of my breasts in my sheer, light blue, Vicky's demi-bra.

I watched him swallow before he sat on the bed and took off his socks.

I copied his move and sat on the bed and took off my socks.  But the seam of my jeans as I sat on the bed rubbed just the right spot in just the right way and I gasped.

Dex shot a glance at me before asking, "You decide, yet?"

"Give me my choices again?" I said with a small smile.

"Fuck that," he said twisting towards me and easing me down so I was on my back.  "How about we just do all three.  My hand, my mouth and my cock and then you choose for the fourth."

"You think that I can have four orgasms in one…ah…"

"Evening?"

"Yeah."

"Leila?" he said moving his body to his lips could touch mine.  "Which do you think is going to be more fun: 
having
the orgasms three different times, or
trying
for them three different ways?  Either way, babe, we both win."

You have to admit, the man had a point.

Chapter Seventeen

But Dex was wrong.

I didn't get three orgasms.

I got
five
.

He had three.

And we tried all sorts of different ways to get there.

And each and every one was amazing.

When we first started, it was with kissing.  I thought his car kiss was great as well as the one downstairs when we were getting ready to eat. 

But Dex had been holding back. 

Honest to God, his lips were amazing, as well as his wet tongue that did all sorts of delightful things to my mouth. 

Things that made certain parts of my body beg to have his mouth and tongue do those things to them. 

Things that made me wet between my legs, legs that were moving restlessly.

Dex paused his kissing and stood up.

"Let's get you out of those jeans, Elle."  And I undid the button and the zipper before he began to pull them off me, stopping only to let me lift my hips.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured throwing  my jeans behind him.  I watched as he unbuttoned his own jeans and shoved them down before stepping out of them, but left his black boxer briefs on. 

Boxer briefs that contained  a very large, very prominent lump.

"Move up on the bed, babe."  And I turned over to crawl up to the pillows, but I heard an audible intake of air.  I glanced back at Dex and he was staring at my butt that wasn't covered by anything as my panties were a thong. 

His hand slid down the length of his covered hard on before he glanced at me.

"You don't play nice, Leila," He moaned.  "The view from where I'm standing is fucking unbelievable, babe."

I smiled as I laid down on my back on the bed, clad only in my bra and panties.  My heart was booming so hard, I was convinced that he could hear it. 

And I was so wet that I knew he could see how soaked my panties were as well as the top of my thighs. 

My breasts seemed swollen and my nipples were hard and aching.

Dex crawled up the bed from the bottom, moving directly over me, keeping all his weight on his elbows and feet.

"Kiss me," he said.

So I did.

 I knew what I liked when he kissed me, so I used those same moves on him, the hot dueling of our tongues, sucking on it as well as his lips and tilting my head so I could have more room.

He moaned and dropped his hips.

I made him moan, and the thought caused a pulse deep within me. I couldn't help the thrust of my hips in response.

"Open your legs, babe," he said against my mouth.

I moved and felt him drop further into the space created between my legs and his hardness was directly on my pudendum.  His hips began to move, rubbing himself against my satin clad labia, creating the most wonderful sensations even through our underwear.

I moaned and lifted my legs to entwine around his back and I used that position to churn my hips as I rose up to rub myself against that delicious hardness.

Dex moved to the side of me, his head on his elbow and my legs let him go. 

Did I do something wrong?

My consternation must have evident on my face because Dex started talking.

"That was hot, Leila.  So hot, I could've probably come.  But before I get there, I want to make sure that you're taken care of first, okay?"

I felt his fingers on my stomach, making aimless circles as he spoke.

I didn't know what he exactly meant, but I nodded since everything that we'd done so far had been amazing.

His fingers stopped making circles and he slid his hand down my belly moving over the satin of my panties to cup my mound and rub against me.

"God, you're so wet," he murmured and I saw that he was watching his hand move.  I raised my hips and felt my head drop back.  The feeling of his hand on me was amazing.

"Look at me, Leila," and I tilted my head to catch his eyes.

With his eyes on mine, I felt his hand slide underneath the scrap of satin, moving down through my nest of curls, to slide along my wet slit softly, parting the lips of my sex before dipping his fingers into the source of my wetness.

I opened my thighs at his touch and heard his moan as well as my own.

He slipped two fingers inside my heat and his thumb found my swollen nub which he brushed against as his fingers slid in and out of me.

Oh, God, it felt good.  So good.  Our eyes were still locked on each other but I wasn't focusing on his eyes.  My whole body was caught up on his busy moving fingers that were now covered in my juices.

I couldn't help my cries of pleasure as my orgasm built, my body responding to every flick of his thumb, every slide of his fingers.

Dex dropped his head and I felt his hot mouth cover my taut nipple through my sheer bra.  His tongue swirled, mimicking the action of his thumb against my clitoris then sucking my nipple into his wet mouth in time to the sliding of his fingers.

I was soaring, deeply lost in sensation when my orgasm hit.  I felt my body bow upwards and my head fell back.

"Dex!" I heard myself moan.

His thumb stopped moving but his fingers, his busy fingers were still gliding in and out of me.  And since I was absolutely soaked in my own juices, I could hear the snick of his fingers as they moved slowly now.

He raised his head, my nipple popping out of his mouth.

"Fuck, Leila." I raised my eyes to his as he spoke.  "I barely had my fingers in your pussy before you hit it."

His hand made its way out of my panties and I watched as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth.  My sex throbbed at the sight of his tongue licking my juices off his fingers.

"Let's get naked," he suggested, his voice gruff.

I didn't have to be asked twice. 

I reached behind me to unhook my bra and threw it off the bed.  I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties and heard Dex's heavy breathing.  I glanced up at him and saw his eyes were glued to my hips as I raised them to take them off. 

His hand was stroking his bare cock as he watched me.

I slowed my movements and took my time peeling my wet panties away and sliding them slowly down my legs.  When they were off, I had planned on throwing them over the side of the bed, but Dex snagged them and brought them to his face.

"God, your pussy smells so good."

I had just had the mother of all orgasms, but at his words I was ready for more.

*.*.*.*.*

Dex was so hard it almost hurt. 

He'd had more than his fair share of women over the years and, after his meltdown, had found himself in some pretty kinky situations, but Leila's response to his touch left all of the other women in the dust.

He had never seen anything so fucking sexy as Leila's ass as she moved up the bed. 

Or so fucking hot when they dry humped. 

Christ
! 

He had been about three strokes away from coming when he'd been on top of her and they hadn't even gotten naked.

Or so fucking seductive as when she opened her thighs allowing him more room as he played with her between her legs.

Her sweet mewls and moans drove him insane.

But it was the taste of her on his fingers and the smell of her on her wet panties that again had him close to his own orgasm. 

Too close.

Leila moved to her side, facing him and copied his pose of elbow to bed, head on her hand.

"That was amazing!" she said softly but with fervor.

Dex could feel his grin as it stretched his mouth.  She was right, it had been amazing and he hoped that it would get even more amazing as they did even more things to each other.

He leaned across the small space between them and kissed her, her mouth immediately parted and their mouths made a kind of love as their hot tongues danced together.  Dex pulled back.

"Want you to touch me, babe." he said as he rolled onto his back, but stayed glued to her eyes.

"Ah, okay," she said softly but with a tiny frown.  "I've never done it before.  Will you teach me?  Show me what you like?"

His hard on jerked at her words.  The stupid ass-hat of an ex-husband hadn't taught her
anything
about pleasure and Dex would be willing to bet that the ex probably did the old 'slam, bam, thank you ma'am' style of fucking.

But the ex's loss was Dex's gain.

He took her hand and placed it on his chest, a little lower than his breast bone, then removed his hand.  He felt every stroke of her fingers as she moved her hand over the hills and valleys of his chest.  She pinched his right nipple and moved her hand to his left.

"Will it hurt if I touch it, Dex?"

"You mean my nipple ring?"

He saw her nod.

"No, babe.  The ring just makes it more sensitive."

"Really?" And Dex watched as her nipples got hard at just the thought. 

Holy fuck but she was sexy as
hell
.

Her eyes dropped from his as she watched her fingers move to stroke his nipple and flick at the ring.  His cock pulsed again at the feeling of her soft, warm hand as she caressed his chest.

Her hand descended, touching softly over the hills and valleys of his abs, circling his navel as her hand travelled lower.