In this next bit, which I've entitled as 'The Ghosts of Christmas Past' is about Dex and Leila--my characters from Human Hieroglyphix II. As you know, Dr. Leila McCarthy connected with local bad boy, Dex Nelson when she was in the midst of the physical changes she'd enacted in order to shed the academic style. By turning herself into a hottie, she'd caught the man of her dreams. But only six months later, she was doubting what they had between them.
I hope you enjoy the next portion of Dex and his Elle. I know I enjoyed being with them again. (God, Dex. Oh, dear Lord, DEX!)
As ever, please feel free to contact me with your thoughts, comments and just to say 'hey'. I enjoy hearing from you.
Being with her completed him on every level he'd ever hope to have.
"A date?" His voice was a low moan as he struggled to remember the topic of their conversation while he pressed her up against the kitchen counter, the blood pounding thickly through him and settling its heartbeat in his now fully erect dick. "We've gotta get married sometime, Elle. When, baby?"
The hands that had been caressing his chest began to push him back, away.
"Need to get out my coat and boots, sweetie," she offered, but she wasn't looking at him. He stepped away, giving her room to move around him but it almost felt like getting out of her outerwear was some kind of excuse or something.
"There's only twenty pages to it and five of them are yours," she explained from her place at the little bench next to the stairs. Her voice was muffled as she bent down to unzip her knee-length boots.
"I have a list, too?" This just keeps getting worse and worse, he thought as he went to the breakfast bar. At least sorting the stack of mail would give him something to do, a different point of focus outside of his girl's damn lists. Although it wouldn't deter him from his campaign of getting her to set the fuckin' date!
"Uh-huh, but its only five pages."
"Great," he drawled, sardonically. "I wanna go on record as reminding you I really don't do the holiday thing."
He felt her come up behind him and encircle his waist before her head pressed between his shoulder blades. "But, you'll do it for me?"
The sigh that escaped felt like it came from somewhere around his knees. "Yeah, babe. For you."
"Excellent," she breathed and he felt her hands tug his thermal out of his jeans before her fingers met his bare skin. He loved the way she touched him.
"I do this for you then you do something for me," he responded, reaching to still her distracting hands. "Pick a date, Elle."
She twisted until her back was against the bar and they were front to front, her hands now roaming underneath his shirt. Her lips were caressing his neck and his arousal roared back to full.
"Let's go upstairs, sweetie." Her breath was hot against his skin, almost as heated as her suggestion. She didn't initiate sex very often probably since she didn't get a chance to. He was usually one step ahead of her when it came to their fun and he loved when she actually led the way.
He dropped his head and captured her mouth, their tongues performing the sweet duel that almost made him dizzy. When they finally disconnected, Leila grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs, her sweet, curvaceous ass undulating under the tight skirt she wore.
Dex didn't think he could get any harder.
She dropped his hand at the bedroom doorway and moved to turn on one of the bedside lamps before turning back to him.
"So how do you want to do this?" She asked, her voice a sultry whisper in the quiet of the room. "Hmm? You wanna come with my hands, my mouth or my pussy?"
She was using the same words on him as he'd used on her the first time they'd gotten naked. And the fact that she was talking her version of dirty caused a throb in the depths of his balls.
"All, babe. I want it all," he answered on a rough whisper watching as she slowly undressed, her eyes glued to him as she leisurely exposed herself. Normally, he was out of his clothes as quick as possible in order to be able to concentrate on getting her naked. But with the slow strip Elle was performing, he could only stare, devouring every hill and valley as she peeled away each piece of clothing.
When she was down to nothing but her lacy half-bra and thong, she walked to him with a sexy, small grin.
"All, sweetie?" she murmured.
He could only nod, his heart beating triple time at the vision before him.
She stopped one step away from where he stood and dropped to her knees.