Exposed Exposed (Dom Nation #1) - E. Davies Page 0,124
circle of his fingers, quivering and thick and full all of a sudden.
Rex kissed the strangled cry from my lips. “I’m going to watch you come undone,” he promised, his thrusts rough and deep. “I feel you, getting all tight around me. You can’t hold back, baby. Not anymore, my boy. You have permission to come now.”
But he didn’t get it—I didn’t want this to end! I needed him inside me, our spirits as bare as our bodies, our limbs tangled and skin hot and wet against one another.
I whimpered in protest, but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless in his hands and swept away by the lightning storm of desire that ravaged my body.
He stroked me fast and hard, keeping pace with the thrusts into me, and I cried out again.
Fuck. Fuck, I was past the point of no return already, my body quivering as every muscle pulled tight and the air itself burned in my lungs.
“I-I’m going…!”
“Yes, boy,” Rex gasped against my mouth, his gaze dark and demanding. “Come!”
And I came with a single, breathless cry as the stars above my eyes spun out of control and exploded into a tremendous burst of heat that spilled from every inch of me.
The universe itself knitted together as Rex’s cock swelled inside me. He grabbed my hip and cried out rough and low, spilling his seed just as I coated my own stomach and his with my mess.
Yes!
Everything was perfect, achingly and blindingly beautiful in a way we could never again recreate—but just as abruptly as I’d lost control and spilled into pleasure, I realized that this was just the beginning.
We had a whole lifetime of these moments to experience together. There were a thousand new and precious ways to submit to Rex and the ecstasy he showed me, for so many years to come.
My eyes grew wet as I clutched Rex against me, my lungs raw as I gasped for breath and whispered his name.
Wait, he was speaking, too. “Yes, my beautiful Slate,” Rex whispered, stroking my chest in long, careful strokes as our bodies stilled. He was still buried deep inside me, twitching as he grew soft. “I know, baby. It’s so good it hurts.”
I nodded jerkily, my eyelids fluttering open again. Rex, too, was flushed with pleasure, his eyes glassy as sweat shone on his face and ecstasy lit him up from the inside out.
I clung to him with all of my limbs and buried my face into his neck as he petted my skin and ran his hand along my head, praising me.
“I… I love you,” I finally mumbled into him. “So much.”
Rex’s chuckle shivered through me. “Yes, my love,” he whispered as he finally slid free from me. “I love you too, Slate. My beautiful boy.”
“Yours,” I agreed dizzily. “And you’re mine.” I was the luckiest boy ever. I grinned at the ceiling as I closed my eyes. At first, I thought it would take a lot of persuading before I’d let him go even long enough to clean us both up.
But then he whispered the magic words, and I went limp against the bed, sighing contentedly.
“Let Daddy take care of you.”
“Always,” I promised and basked in the afterglow, grinning triumphantly. We’d both won the biggest gift of all: a love that I had no doubt could endure anything.
Epilogue
Rex, three months later
The afterglow of tonight’s scene had faded, but as Slate came out of subspace to drink and dance with me like he hadn’t a care in the world, I’d only grown more excited.
My hands were actually shaking now. Inconceivable! I thought, hiding my smile. I certainly wouldn’t have believed anyone who told me I’d lose my cool over one little plan.
Or one big, big plan, as the case may be.
The sweat beading my forehead wasn’t just from the summer heat pressing in from all sides in Dom Nation. I dabbed my forehead and leaned in so Slate could hear me over the thumping music, the lights glimmering off his skin and the silver buckles of his harness. “Shall we get some fresh air?”
“I don’t know, Daddy. Shall we?” Slate beamed at me, leaving the decisions up to me as always.
I flashed him a grin. He was cute, and I was wound up as hell. I’d let him get away with the sass. “Come,” I ordered instead and offered him my arm.
“Yes, sir. I think I just did that, though,” Slate giggled as he wrapped his hand around my bicep.