39: Begging For A Name

Dexter

This reminds me of my dream.

Only a few things are different, but it’s pretty much the same scene. I tell her to walk toward me. I see the hesitation in her eyes and to be honest, it fucking kills me. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. I would’ve probably lost my mind if she wanted to fuck me, too. But I guess I’m not paying her to have a change of heart.

Once she’s standing in front of me, I put the champagne glass on top of the nightstand next to the bed. Her tits are right before my eyes. Her nipples are rosy and yet they’re not hard yet. That’s about to change. I place my hands on her slender waist and kiss the swell of her breast, right under her nipple.

Red sucks in a breath through her teeth and that gives me so much fucking satisfaction. Knowing that she’s into this makes this better for me. I dart my tongue out and draw a circle around her pebbled nipple. I watch her face. She tries to keep her face straight; tries and fails, I should mention. She goes rigi