Chapter 9
9
DAKOTA
H oly shit, this felt good. None of my previous attempts had even come close to this. It wasn’t just him touching me, though. His tongue moved over me and the slick feel of it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
At some point, I moved my hand to my breast and began running my thumb over my nipple. Some part of me was aware I should feel self-conscious. This was my first time with Chaz, and he could see what I was doing, but I didn’t care. I knew I could feel free to be who I was with this man. Besides, it just felt too damn good.
The electricity rushing through my body intensified until I felt like I was on a roller coaster, going up, up, up. And then I crested, and it felt so intense, it took my breath. Every nerve ending seemed alive for the first time.
“Yes, keep going like that,” I heard myself saying.
It was like someone else was speaking. I’d never said words like that before. But my body was responding on its own, and I didn’t care. I just wanted this feeling to never end.
When it did, though, and Chaz stood to look down at me, I knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
“Scoot back,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he planned to do at first. But as I scooted, he watched me, his hand on his erection. And then, as his warm gaze slid over my body, it hit me. I turned him on—just the sight of me. And that turned me on more than anything else that had happened.
He tested the table first, as if making sure it was steady enough to hold both of us. I hadn’t even thought about it until then. Obviously, he decided it was safe because he climbed on. He crawled between my legs and looked down at me, holding himself up on his arms.
The look in his eyes went straight to my heart. It was desire mixed with something else—an intensity that I’d only dreamed I’d see from a man someday. Chaz couldn’t possibly love me—not yet—but that look sure said he did.
Then suddenly, his face changed, and my breath caught. Was he changing his mind about this? Oh no. I wanted this. I needed this.
“Protection,” he said. “I didn’t even think about it,”
“I’m on the pill.”
But I wouldn’t mind getting pregnant. That part shot through my mind as I watched his features relax. It was way too soon to say anything like that.
But as our eyes held in a long, heartfelt stare, I had this weird feeling that he was thinking exactly the same thing. He wanted kids, a wife, a home in the mountains… And something told me he wasn’t the kind of guy to open up about that to just anyone. Did that mean he wanted those things with me?
As he positioned his tip at my entrance, he didn’t break eye contact. It seemed to communicate that we were in this together. That he’d do his best not to hurt me. But this was my first time. Pain was inevitable.
I gave a nod to a question he hadn’t even asked, and he pushed inside me, just a little. Just enough for my body to automatically respond.
My eyes finally squeezed closed as I shifted my hips and took him in deeper. I knew immediately that had been a mistake. I couldn’t hide my pained expression, and when my eyes popped open, I saw him looking at me with concern. He’d stopped all movement.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded. “It’s just uncomfortable.”
That was an understatement, but I didn’t want him to worry. I wanted this. The only way to get past the pain was to fight through it. I knew it and he knew it.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
A look of confusion no doubt briefly flicked over my face as I worked out what he meant. He didn’t repeat it, though, and I got it.
Closing my eyes, I slid my hand between us and found that little part of me that had been so sensitive to his tongue just minutes ago. I’d barely started touching myself when I noticed the heat in his eyes had intensified.
Yes, he liked watching me do this. He thought it was hot.
My eyes drifted closed, and I did my best to focus on the pleasure, not the pain. It felt weird at first, but the look in his eyes pushed me forward.
It wasn’t just that he loved watching me. It was the reassurance I saw in his eyes. He’d take care of me. I could trust him to make sure I was safe, whether it was making love on the pool table or…everything else. As long as I had him in my life, I could do anything, including push past this pain.
Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, my body was warming up again. The pain was still there, but it was more bearable. Soon, warmth spread through me again, starting at my head and going all the way to my toes. I threw my head back and gave in to it, amazed at how quickly I could start the upward climb toward orgasm again. I never would have imagined it could happen so quickly, especially not with this amount of pain coursing through my body.
But soon enough, the pain was forgotten completely as the waves crashed over me one more time, my walls contracting around the tip of his cock. I cried out as I came again, this time saying his name.
As I came down, I realized he was in deeper than before. My body must have opened up a little to him. But it wasn’t hurting. Not like it had been. Just a dull ache in that area. I’d probably be sore later, but right now, it was all about him.
I opened my eyes and watched Chaz’s face as he thrust in and out of me, still careful not to go too deep but moving faster and faster. His features were tense with the exertion, but I knew the exact moment his orgasm overtook him. Not just because he let out a groan, but he’d also tilted his head back a little just as I’d done.
Finally, he stilled, but his orgasm wasn’t completely finished yet. I still felt him throbbing inside me. And then his features relaxed and he pulled out, finally opening his eyes but still holding himself above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, again concerned mostly with my safety and comfort.
I closed my eyes and smiled as I nodded. “Perfect.”
He lowered his head to kiss me—this time a slow, tender kiss instead of the frenzied, passionate ones of before. That kiss said more than anything had so far. Yes, he definitely had feelings for me. My heart felt like it might explode, I was so happy.