Chapter 23 – Paloma
Twenty minutes later, Dallas and I are pulling into the driveway of his little farmhouse at Golden Farm.
He yanks open the passenger side car door and hauls me into his arms, pressed against his chest before carrying me up the rocky front pathway.
"I can't risk you tripping and falling on this walkway. It’s needed to be replaced ever since I moved in but I haven’t had the time."
I smile against his neck, not minding the free lift and the opportunity to be closer to his hard body again. My legs wrap around his waist in the same way as when we’d been trapped in the elevator together except this time, he’s holding me back, and I know it’s him.
“I think I used to party at this house in high school,” I murmur as I hold on tighter. "The family's son was in my class."
Dallas makes a low, possessive growling noise in his throat but doesn’t respond as he moves us inside faster, kicking the door shut behind him.
“I’ll give you the grand tour down memory lane after I’m done fucking you,” he states so simply as he stalks up the steps to the second floor with me still clinging to him like a baby koala.
We turn left, then right until he opens the door at the end of the hallway where a massive master bedroom ushers us as he gently sits me down in front of the king-sized bed.
“Oh, wow. I’ve never been in this room before.”
I walk over to one of the large windows that overlooks the gardens at the back of the property below and take in the stunning view.
Even in twilight, the beauty of the property and the vegetables that Dallas has recently planted are evident.
He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms gently around my waist and holding me close.
"If you don't want to do this, just tell me,” he murmurs softly. His hardened cock presses into my back firmly as if it’s asking for permission.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and try to savor the moment.
Only a few short months ago I was in another country, sleeping with a random stranger and pretending it was Dallas.
And now here I am tonight, with a man who I’d considered one of my closest friends growing up and the guy I’d been dreaming of for years.
There was no chance in hell I was stopping this now.
I turn to face him, my eyes locking on his brown orbs filled with concern for me and my wishes. I reach my hand up, brushing it over the stubble of his shaved head, enjoying how soft it feels this short.
“I can't imagine spending tonight with anyone but you.”
He smiles as he pulls me closer to his chest where I nuzzle in, breathing in his intoxicating aroma. That same hay smell enveloping me in comfort reminding me of my days spent in our family’s barn, tending to the horses.
“It’s kind of bizarre, isn’t it?”
I don’t have to finish the sentence because he reads my mind instantly. “Feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”
I inhale a deep breath as he releases me and steps back, admiring my form even in my simple outfit.
His gaze is filled with appreciation and adoration, almost reverence.
Dallas assesses me with the precision of a sniper surveying his target, examining every angle, noting any possible vulnerabilities, and evaluating the best vantage point to approach.
I wonder if he’ll be that type of lover.
One who’s attentive, seeking feedback, notices the weak spots before he dives in.
I know he’d never hurt me, but damn if I don’t want him to a little tonight.
"Think I'll undress you first." His rough hands from working in his garden trail underneath the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my arms before tossing it to the floor.
Then they move down to my jeans. He unbuttons the clasp, drags down the zipper then kneels in front of me, pulling the heavy material with him.
"Then, I'll put my mouth on this pussy." He takes one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder so that I can step out of the denim before trailing his fingers up from my ankle to my thigh, across my hips, then brushing over the thin placket of remaining fabric that’s covering my soaked opening.
I shiver as I stand there, melting into his touch. It’s featherlight, but seeing him, kneeling in front of me, such a strong, big man taking his time to properly turn me on, it’s enough to have wetness pooling between my legs.
He places that leg on the floor and then does the same thing with the opposite, fingers soft and gentle until they meet at the apex of my pelvis where his face pauses in front of me, my clit aching to be touched by his mouth.
I shudder as he rests there for a moment. His eyes take in my panties before slowing trailing upwards to the matching bra that I’d put on this morning when I’d told myself, ’Don’t be silly, nothing will happen with your teenage, pen pal crush.’
I'd ended up deciding just in case something does happen, I’d wear my favorite all black lacy bra and thong that I’d packed from LA. Now I was glad that I had.
His fingers dance up my thighs to the space where they meet before pulling aside the lacy fabric so that I’m exposed to the air. He gently strokes across my wet folds before sliding a single digit inside my slit.
“So, fucking wet, Dove. Sit down on the bed.”
I do as he instructs while his one finger strokes achingly slowly in and out of me, rubbing against my pliant walls.
"Then, when you come all over my tongue, you'll say my name just like I've imagined in my dreams."
A moan escapes from my lips as I watch him, dirty talk never sounded so sexy. He slips a second finger inside and continues to pump then pulls them both out, his eyes lifting to meet mine before placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Tastes like salt and honey. You want a taste, my Dove?”
I've never tasted myself before, but the mere mention of it coming from his lips has my nipples puckering harder, chafing painfully against the lacy bra.
I nod my head, dipping my head lower to have him place a finger in my mouth and sucking it clean.
My tongue drags on the underside of his digit in the same way I imagine taking his cock in my mouth.
"Shit, Dove..." he murmurs, withdrawing the finger from my mouth, his eyes darkening.
I've been fantasizing about this for so long that I’m convinced if I rub my thighs together exactly right, I could orgasm from the friction alone.
I reach back towards the clasp on my bra and expertly unhook it with one hand, tossing the tiny bits of fabric to join my other clothing on the floor.
Dallas' eyes watch me from where he’s knelt, my two very full breasts bouncing out of the fabric and pointing directly at him.
“Is my Dove impatient? Are you tired of me playing with you?”
I groan again. "Please Dallas. It’s been over a decade. I need you."
“You know,” he says as he reaches up for the band of my thong and slides it down my sensitive body, taking each leg over my shoulder again to step out of it causing his slight chin scruff to brush against my clit as my legs shakes in anticipation, “I gave you the nickname Dove because you were supposed to be my Dove. Gentle, peaceful, soft bodied, monogamous, full of purity and innocence. I’m not sure I like that you’ve exploited the name and other people are using it. ”
I’m full on panting now, my body’s arching against his face, wanting his hot mouth and full lips on me so badly so I can get some relief to the ache building deep within my pelvis.
“I don’t think I’m any of those things anymore.”
He arches a brow as he slips two fingers back inside my slit, scissoring them around and then pulling out slightly to hit that extra sensitive spot right at my opening while his thumb brushes roughly against my clit.
“I think you’re all of those things and more, Paloma. But I’d like to call you by your given name from now on. It's a beautiful name that I've always loved.”
I nod my head, “Ok.” No one has called me Paloma since I was fourteen years old and decidedly told them that they must call me Dove, or I’d no longer respond. But hearing the name come from Dallas now, it feels reverent, like a prayer from his lips.
He’s known me as Dove and he’s known me as Paloma. Better than anyone ever has.
He pumps his finger in and out firmly, the sloshing of my wetness audible to us both as I coat his hand, trying to ride it greedily.
“Damn, I can’t wait to take you,” he murmurs softly watching between my legs before coaxing me to rest back on the bed. “Spread yourself wider,” he nudges my knees apart before moving his face closer and taking a deep inhale. “You smell like a woman.”
And with those last words, he presses his tongue eagerly inside of me.
"Dallas..." I cry, arching into his face, my hands find his neck as I attempt to hold on. His tongue flattens, licking me from one opening to the other before ending on my clit with a gentle nip.
I’ve had plenty of men put their mouths down there before, but none of them have seemed to know what to do like Dallas does. And none of them have made me feel so secure, so comfortable, so... in my feminine. Both soft and powerful. Safe and reckless.
The way he memorizes the curves of my folds with his wet tongue, alternating between kissing and sucking is almost lyrical, like a gentle song he’s playing from his lips.
He draws my clit into his mouth again, gently lapping at it repeatedly as he murmurs words of praise causing me to climax so forcefully that I yank the sheets off the mattress while I scream out his name.
It’s an out-of-body experience, so extraordinary that comparing it to anything I’ve experienced before is irrelevant and unfair. It was a sensation unlike any other. To be so comfortable with someone that you can let go completely.
Shit, it felt a lot like love.
There's no time to fully process the startling realization that I might already be in love with Dallas—a man I've just met in person, yet someone I’ve known so well through years of friendship. That thought barely registers before he’s above me, his pants discarded, and the warm, broad head of his cock pressing against me, poised at the edge of something both terrifying and thrilling, ready to cross that line with a firm thrust.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod.
“Good. I think the history we have deserves our first time to be with nothing between us. What do you think?”
I nod rapidly, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. "Take me raw. I want you."