Chapter 23
DAKOTA
When I wake, I’m in his arms. He handles me like I weigh nothing. His firm grip sinks into my legs as he nudges my bedroom door open. He gently lays me down, then pauses when he sees I’m awake.
“What time is it?” I ask groggily.
“Almost six,” he replies, voice rough. “We fell asleep.”
“Are you going?” I ask, an anxious note in my voice.
In this hazy, half-awake state, things don’t seem as complicated as they usually do. Right now, it’s as simple as not wanting his reassuring warmth to leave me.
“I was going to,” he says carefully. “I’m normally in the office by seven.”
“Can you stay for a little while?”
“Of course.”
“Don’t you need sleep, goblin?” I murmur when he climbs onto the covers next to me.
“I haven’t slept properly in a long time,” he replies huskily, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.
A shiver runs through me. Maybe it’s the sleepiness taking away some of the tension, the uncertainty. Or the fact we split open our hearts and shared our deepest, darkest pains. Whatever it is, I feel so much closer to him, so much readier to let go…
At least here. At least now.
“Dakota,” he groans when I roll onto my side and start kissing his neck.
“Shh,” I moan, swept up in the moment, feeling a sudden and shocking rush of power and control. “You don’t have to do anything, baby.”
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
I slide my hand down his front, grinding my palm up and down the front of his pants. That same controlled feeling burns through me as I unclip his belt and pull his pants down.
When he tries to sit up—his hand twitching like he wants to touch me—I place my hand on his chest and gently push him back down. I feel the power in him, the rebellion. Like he’s going to surge up, bend me over, take me hard and savage.
But he restrains himself for me, as though there are invisible ropes holding him down.
He’s already hard for me, his thick manhood springing up, veins pushing against his throbbing thickness. Precome pearls at his tip and slips down his shaft.
“Lie there,” I whimper, stroking precome up and down his length. My core aches as wetness fills my underwear. “For once, you’re not the CEO, Jack. You’re mine.”
“That’s all I want,” he snarls. “For you to be mine—and me to be yours.”
I stroke him up and down a few more times, but I can’t wait. I don’t want this moment to pass. I wriggle out of my shorts and underwear, then climb atop him, bracing my hands on his chest. His muscles swell through his shirt, and he stares up at me in awe and hunger.
When he moves his hand toward my heat, I lean forward, letting him rub up and down my clit and folds. I close my eyes tightly and see red, pulsing through me, making my legs tremble. He rubs faster, making my body.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I reach down, halting his wrist.
“No more waiting,” I whimper.
His hands move to my hips, lowering me slowly as I sit on his oh-so ready cock. I gasp as he glides up inside of me. This time, we’re able to focus completely on the pleasure, our bodies fusing in filthy heat.
I slide down until his balls are pressing against me. I can’t moan anymore, just gasp in pleasure. His shaft moves in small circles inside of me, hitting a spot no one has ever touched.
My fingernails dig into his chest. One of my nails bends so far, it’s a miracle it doesn’t break. He snarls, and his grip on my hips tightens. I love the way he holds me, like he’s amazed each time, like he’s relieved that he can possess me.
He helps me slide all the way up, then down, arching my back, rocking my hips forward. His hands fall aside as his mouth opens in shock when I flex my core.
“Are you—trying to—ruin me—elf?”
I smile, flooded with a glorious sense of control. I rock my hips slowly, sinking all the way down. He moves his hands to my ass, squeezing and pressing. Owning, and maybe other times, I’d hate it. But it’s heaven.
His expression changes as we sink into a rhythm I never thought I’d have. Not with a billionaire CEO, not with anyone. Sweat slides down my body as I buck up and down. He snarls and slips one hand under my shirt, massaging my breast and my nipple.
I gasp and press my hand on top of his, pushing against my breast with more pleasure. He grips my hip, and the combination—one hand burning into my hip, the other on my breast—adds to the volcano threatening to blow each and every second.
We’re bucking now. Wild. His face contorts as if he’s trying to hold himself back. I’m not… I’m running toward my orgasm, wild and free, choosing when and how I take it. Take him. Take everything.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, moving faster, his stiff cock feeling like it’s boiling inside of me, like soon, the flames will spread and there will be nothing left but pure, transformative pleasure.
“I’m almost there,” I gasp when I feel the orgasm teasing at the edges. “Please. Oh—fuck.”
I collapse atop him, as he grabs my ass in both hands and fucks up into me hard. I’m not riding him anymore. I’m sitting atop him as he loses control, as his hips go into overdrive and he fires his huge manhood into me over and over.
The orgasm shatters me, pleasure seeping out of me, my legs trembling violently as I bite deep into his hard shoulder. He gasps in my ear, his warm breath whispering over me, as he thrusts up one final time and explodes inside of me.
I sit up, looking down at him as he loses himself in the pleasure. In me. In us. His hands fall to the sides. I catch them halfway, interlock our fingers, and ride him toward the end as his cock begins to wilt inside of me.
After, I slide away from him. He immediately pulls me into his arms, looking at me with a dazed smile on his face.
“Where did that come from?” he asks huskily.
“My dreams,” I reply without thinking.
He tilts his head and looks closely at me. Just like he looked closely when he first tuned into my stream, noticing things others wouldn’t.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Too poetic?”
“Never.” He kisses me passionately. “You’re perfect.”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
“Exception—rule. That’s you.”
I lay my head on his chest. I can feel the ridges my teeth made against my cheek. I lean back again. “Are you okay?”
He smirks and strokes a hand through my hair. “I like it. A reminder of what we did together. Of what we have.”
I want to warn him… we don’t have a relationship, not yet. We’ve still got ground to cover. But I can’t deny that this feels like the start of something real.
“Try to sleep,” I murmur, kissing him on the cheek.
“I just might,” he replies. “But I’ll be gone before you wake up.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him. “Just hold me for a little while.”
He squeezes me tightly against him. I look down his body, laughing softly when I see his still-naked length growing hard again. Even sticky and glistening with our combined wetness, he’s slowly thickening for me.
“How?” I ask.
“It’s you,” he growls. “Only you.”
“Well… since we were interrupted last time…”
When I begin to move down his body, he gently tugs on my hand. “I’ve got a better idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
When he suggests it, I laugh in delight. I feel drunk on this moment, on our reunion and release. It’s all the sweeter because I feel like I know him so much more now, and that he knows me.
He lies on his back as I climb on top of him. In reverse. I sit on his face as I lean down, bringing my mouth to his cock. The moment his lips press against my clit, I moan, shifting back against him. He gasps, his hot breath moving over me, when I take him into my mouth.
I rub his base with my hand, twisting and pumping. He massages my ass in turn as he pushes his tongue inside me, then flicks it to my clit and licks in quick, possessive strokes. I buck my hips against him. Riding his face as I swirl my tongue around his salty tip and move my hand faster.
He starts to buck his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth. I do the same, grinding against his face. The room is filled with wet noisiness and moans that add to the pleasure. It’s like there’s a balloon of release waiting to burst inside of me.
When he makes his tongue hard and starts fucking me with it again—rubbing my clit at the same time—I lose it. I can’t suck him anymore, just rub him with my hand. I’m worried I’ll bite down as the euphoria courses through me.
When his release shoots into my mouth, salty and tangy and him, it’s like it hits a switch inside of me.
I sit down on his face. Hard. Pump my hips as my pussy pulses with waves of pleasure that drip down his face.
He feasts on me, losing control, fucking my slit with his tongue like his life depends on it.
After, I slide off him again, turn around, and crawl up the bed. He looks at me as if in a daze. I laugh in delight.
“Ready for sleep yet?”
He smiles and brings me closer for another hug. “I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in my entire life, beautiful,” he says, cuddling me close.
“Me too,” I admit, placing my cheek against his head and listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.