Chapter 11 Dandelion #2
He licks his bottom lip, trying to gather up more of my taste. The rain runs down his face as he does, but that doesn’t stop him from groaning my name: “Lucy…”
My hands slide up his chest before I can stop them. Gripping his shirt where I can, yanking him down toward me. This kiss, when I initiate it, isn’t soft. It’s desperate. I kiss him like he’s the answer to all of the blanks in my memory because, in a way, he is.
He was waiting for this. I can tell in the way his body goes taut, then he moves.
All he wanted was some sign that I wanted him, that I chose him…
just like that night when I first went to him because I needed him, now he needs me but he refused to let himself have me until I gave him some clue that I would welcome him.
And I will.
I totally will.
Dallas’s arms wrap around me instantly, lifting me slightly, before lowering me to the wet earth. With both of us on our knees, he presses me back against the cool stone edge of the fountain so that I’m trapped between that and him.
The rain continues to fall around us, but the world narrows to the heat of his mouth and the solid strength of his arms and just how much this feels right.
For a moment, everything feels familiar.
His touch. The way he holds me. The way my body reacts to him like it knows him even if my mind doesn’t. In this moment, Dallas Collins is my husband, and I’m dying for him to use his body to remind me that I am his wife.
When we finally pull apart again, my breath comes in uneven bursts. Rain drips from my hair. From his jaw. It’s chilled, though it does nothing to cool down my hot blood, and as I look up at Dallas, see the want, the need, the lust in his eyes, I say one word.
The same word he said to me before.
“Please.”
That’s all he needs to hear. He knows what I want because, damn it, he knows me. This is our fountain. This is our park. And when Dallas shoves his hands under my armpits, flipping me over, and positioning on my knees so that I’m facing the fountain, I don’t even question it.
This feels right, too. I mean, I gasp as he grips the waistband of my leggings, pulling them—and my panties—down over my ass, but that’s more because the rain is a startling sensation against my skin than because he’s undressing me out in the open.
At that very moment, if it turned out someone else decided to come for an evening stroll in the rain, I don’t think I would’ve told Dallas to stop.
Considering how he’s working quickly to position me just the way he wants—on my knees, bent over the edge of the fountain, moving my knees enough to bare my entire pussy to him from behind—there isn’t a damn thing in this world that would stop my husband from fucking me and showing me that I belong to him.
That’s what this is about, I realize as he kissed my hair and tells me not to move. I doubted him so he brought me to a place that has meaning to us, and now that he has me here, he’s going to claim me the only way he can.
With his—
Based on how quickly he turned on like that, I have to say that I expected him to get me as naked as necessary, yank out his erection, and bury it deep inside of me with one full thrust. I don’t know…
maybe being here is bringing back some of my memories because I…
yeah. We’ve done this before. Enough times that my body remembers it even though my mind doesn’t, and as I arch my back so that he can mount me, I squeal when it isn’t his dick that bumps up against my pussy, but his mouth.
“Dallas!”
His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, holding me still. His forehead nudges my lower back. His nose nestles near my asshole, but before I can freak out and shove him away, he uses the flat of his tongue to run up and down the length of my pussy
He groans again, the words, when he speaks, coming out muffled.
I can understand him anyway.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Luce, you’re just as sweet as I remember.”
He lowers his mouth to me again, sucking my clit into the heat of his mouth.
I grunt, pushing back, looking for more.
Normally, I think I’m definitely an oral girlie, but being out here, with the threat that someone could see us—and because I, too, want to banish Heather’s face from my memory, replacing it with the pleasure only Dallas can give me—I don’t need foreplay.
I need—
“I need…” Shit. That feels so good, I can barely think. Wait. I know. “I need—”
Dallas lifts his head. “Oh, baby, I know what you need. I’m going to give it to you, too, but I want you to do something for me first. Yeah? Can you do that for your husband?”
“Anything,” I whimper.
“That’s my girl. You just grab onto the fountain, be a good girl, and let your husband fuck you with his tongue.
” He buries his face against my mound, using his hands to pull my ass cheeks apart so that he can eat me from behind and get close enough to just that.
The heat of his mouth is scalding against the cold rain, and as he dips his tongue inside of me, I nearly break two fingernails scrabbling at the stone basin.
I squeal again, the wind carrying the sound away.
He waggles his tongue while laughing, the hot puff of air doing almost as much to have me squirming against his face as the motion of his tongue.
Since it’s become clear that he’s going to take his time fucking me with his mouth, I fold my arms beneath me and let him do it.
I moan his name, alternating it with a little begging, but it’s useless.
He eats me out like a man who’s been starving and I finally allowed him to taste his favorite meal.
Damn if he isn’t going to savor it, and that’s exactly what he does.
It’s impossible for me to escape the onslaught of his mouth. Dallas has me right where he wants me. Not that I’m trying to get away. I’m not. Running through the rain, fleeing Dallas and my feelings of rejection… that seems like a lifetime ago though it hasn’t even been an hour.
It doesn’t matter. With the rain falling around us and Dallas worshipping my pussy, it’s like I’ve been born again. I feel renewed, though that might be because my thighs are shaking and I’m just about to—
“Hey!”
My head whips around so that I can glare at Dallas. His deep green eyes are sparkling with amusement. His lips are shiny with my juice as he wipes his thumb over her mouth before sucking on the tip.
I glare at him. “I was just about to come, asshole.”
I don’t know if I used to call him names like that when he frustrated me, but by the way his lips quirk like that, it doesn’t matter. He likes it.
“I know. Trust me… I know you well enough when I can tell. Thing is, eating your sweet pussy has me about to come.” He waves his hand, gesturing at his cock.
He must’ve yanked his erection out sometime while he was munching, and now the poor thing is angry and red, with a pearl of pre-come dripping at the tip.
Licking my lips, suddenly famished myself, I turn to reach for him.
He slaps my ass cheek.
I squeak. “Dallas!”
“Uh-uh. You’re my wife. And while I’ll let you go down on me whenever you want after this, tonight is about starting over. It’s about showing you that you are my wife. So do what your husband says, turn that gorgeous ass back around, and hold on tight.”
For a heartbeat there, I almost refuse because…
well, I’m supposed to be pissed at him right?
Not warning me about his fan club, denying me my orgasm no matter how briefly…
what the hell? Then again, it takes one more look at Dallas, seeing the worry he can’t quite hide, and I know that he’s as worried about the fragile state of our relationship as I am.
So I do what he tells me, and when Dallas bows his big body over my back, thrusting his dick into me with one possessive move, I let my thoughts and fears and worries drift away as, once again, Dallas Collins fucks me boneless.