Chapter 24 Epic Failure
Twenty-Four
Epic Failure
While Dallas breathed heavily next to me, I remained wide awake. So much for sex equals sleep.
I didn’t blame him. I blamed myself. I probably shouldn’t have expected my first time to be good enough to work magic. I guess I should have taken his offer to ride him and maybe that would have helped me.
I untangled myself from Dallas’s arms and put on my clothes and his flip-flops. Maybe it all was a bust, because I had to pee. I clomped to the door.
Dallas’s voice stopped me. “Where you going?”
“To the bathroom,” I said.
He sat up, the sight of his chest giving me a hot flush of desire. “But you’re coming back, aren’t you?”
“Of course.”
I went quickly, not because I feared someone would see me, but because I had to go that bad.
Back in Dallas’s room, I stripped everything off again and got in beside him.
He put an arm underneath me. “I’m going to ask you a question, and while I don’t think you’ll get upset at me for asking, I just want to warn you that it’s personal.”
I inhaled a gulp of air and prepared myself. “Okay. Go ahead, ask away.”
“Was that the first time you’d ever had sex?”
I buried my face into his shoulder. “Yes,” I mumbled.
He moved my head away from him so we were eye to eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”
“I’m not, but I probably should have told you up front,” I said. “Was it that obvious?”
“You were really tight. I mean, it felt totally awesome for me, but I got the feeling that it might not have been that way for you.”
“It was okay. I think maybe I need some practice.”
He frowned and smoothed my hair away from my face. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s fault. It just is.”
“I’m going to make it up to you.”
My body clenched. “Right now?”
He nodded and went down to the bottom of the bed, taking the covers with him.
His gaze fixed right between my legs, and my face flushed.
Before he dipped his head, he glanced at me and smiled.
I closed my eyes.
A throbbing inside of me started to build and build. I heard myself beg, “More. Please. More.”
He nudged a finger inside me, still licking, still sucking.
Electricity shot right up my spine. I moaned in ecstasy.
The pulsing was getting faster, closer together. Then a moment of reprieve, like when an aerial shell is sent hurling through the air, and I waited… But this was no dud. The firework burst open, lighting the sky in awe.
After I came down, able to breathe again, he crawled up to me and kissed the throbbing artery in my neck.
I smiled slowly, lazily. It was going to work. Just as the internet had said. I was going to fall asleep in his arms and not wake until morning.
But even with my head tucked into the crook of his arm and my wet, hot sex pressed up against his thigh, sleep never came.