Chapter 36 You’re Stuck With Me, Davidson #2
I settled between her thighs, my shoulders pushing her legs wider. I didn't move to enter her. Instead, I just looked, pure want consuming me. “Every single curve,” I breathed, my hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, making her tremble. “I dream about this. About the taste of you.”
And then my mouth was on her.
The first swipe of my tongue was a flat stroke from her entrance to her clit, and Davina screamed, her hips bucking off the bed. I groaned against her, the sound one of pure male satisfaction, and held her hips down with an iron grip. “Stay still. Let me love you.”
I feasted on her. There was no other word for it.
My tongue was relentless, circling her clit, flicking it mercilessly, then plunging deep inside her, tasting her essence.
I alternated between slow laps and rapid, flicks that had her sobbing my name, her hands fisting the sheets.
I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that spot deep within that made her body jolt.
I pumped them in and out, the slick sounds echoing in the room, a stark contrast to the tender words I murmured against her sensitized flesh.
“So good. You taste like heaven. My heaven.”
She was hurtling toward the edge, her entire body tensed. “Dallas… I'm going to…”
I pulled my mouth away, my own breathing harsh.
“Not yet.” I surged up her body, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips.
The intimacy of it was dizzying. I fumbled with my own shorts, pushing them down just enough to free myself.
I was hard and thick, pressing insistently against her wet heat.
I looked down at her, my expression fierce with love and lust. “You're mine, Davina. Say it.”
“I'm yours,” she panted. “Always yours.”
I drove into her in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling her completely, stretching her in the most perfect way.
We groaned in unison, a single sound of primal satisfaction.
For a moment, I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, my forehead resting against hers, our breath mingling. The connection was absolute.
Then I began to move.
It started with slow, deep, rolling thrusts that made her whimper with each exquisite withdrawal and fill.
But the slow burn quickly escalated. The desperation, the fear, the relief—it all poured out of us, fueling a frantic, mounting rhythm.
My thrusts became harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin a brutal, erotic sound.
“Is this what you need, baby?” I grunted, my voice strained. “Do you feel me? That's all for you. Every fucking inch of me is yours.”
“Yes! God, yes! More, Dallas. Harder!”
I obeyed, my pace turning punishing, driving into her with a force that shook the bedframe. The world narrowed to the feel of her wrapped around me, the sweat-slicked slide of our bodies, and the animalistic sounds pouring from both of us.
I gripped her hips and rolled us both in one fluid motion.
She gasped as she found herself on her hands and knees, me looming behind her.
I ran a possessive hand from the small of her back down over her ass, spreading her cheeks.
The new angle was deeper, more primal. I plunged into her from behind, and she cried out.
I fisted one hand in her hair, not cruelly, but with absolute authority, and I tugged. Her head pulled back, arching her spine, forcing her ass higher into the air, opening her to me completely. I slammed into her, over and over, each thrust jolting through her entire body.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded, my voice a dark, ragged whisper. “I want to feel you come around me while you play with yourself. Do it. Now.”
Her hand snaked down between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit. She was so close, I could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around me. She circled the needy nub, matching the rhythm of my powerful thrusts.
“That's it,” I groaned, watching her, my thrusts becoming even more frenzied. “I love watching you fuck yourself on my cock. You're so fucking beautiful like this. Mine. All mine.”
The combination was too much for her. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent scream trapped in her throat for a moment before it exploded out of her in a raw, shattered cry. Her inner muscles clenched around me, milking my cock in violent, rhythmic pulses.
The sensation tore my own release from me.
With a roar that was pure triumph, I drove into her one last, final time, burying myself to the hilt as I came, my body shuddering violently against hers.
I held her tightly by the hair and the hip, pumping my hot release deep inside her with each throbbing pulse.
We collapsed forward together, my body a heavy weight against her back. For a long moment, we didn’t move or speak.
I pressed my lips to her shoulder blade. Then her spine and then the curve of her neck.
I rolled us onto our sides, still holding her, her back tucked against my chest, her heartbeat gradually steadying beneath my palm. The wreckage of half-packed bags and scattered clothes surrounded us like debris from a storm that had already passed.
“Hey.” I pressed my mouth to the back of her head. “Still with me?”
She let out a long, shaky exhale. “Yeah.” A pause. “I'm with you.”
I tightened my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, until there was no space left between us.
“Dallas.”
“Mm.”
She turned in my arms until she was facing me. She studied my face like she was memorizing it. “I should have called you,” she said quietly. “Before I believed any of it. I should have just called you.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “You should have.”
She blinked, clearly expecting something gentler than that.
“And the next time someone shows up at our house with a story about what I did or didn't say,” I continued, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “you call me. First. Before you pack a single sock.”
“Okay.” She settled her head against my chest.
I kissed the top of her head and held her while our breathing evened out and the adrenaline finally drained away.
Right now, there was only this. Davina warm against me in the afternoon light. Her fingers laced through mine. The soft, steady rise and fall of her breathing.
I looked at the ceiling and felt the last knot in my chest finally come loose.