C139 We meet again

IRA

Screaming was an understatement.

I yelled my lungs out as soon as Dexter's lips connected with my lower lips, losing myself in the feeling of his lips on my core.

Dexter was a messy eater, a fact I've come to love and hate.

Love because he got me off every single time and hate because he used it as a tactic to keep me on edge and delay what I truly wanted