Chapter Twenty-Three
The rasp of Dane’s stubble grazed my inner thighs. His finger curled inside me as he lowered his sinful mouth to my center.
Oh, fuck.
He let out a groan. “I will never stop eating this pussy. Do you understand?” he said with a heavy-lidded blink. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Yes,” I breathed as he rubbed deep inside me, making everything liquify.
He returned his mouth to my core and continued, slow and bold, confident in his approach. And for good reason. Dane knew how to eat a pussy. He responded to every touch, every whimper, seamlessly reading my mind and body. The man was dialed into me.
I ran my fingers roughly through his hair. “Your mouth feels so good on me. I love what you’re doing.”
“Prove it. Play with your tits for me.”
Obeying, I brushed my hands over my chest. The pressure of him watching me get off last night and then the tease on the pool table mixed with the quick escape lit my nervous system on fire. I was aching for relief.
Never had I craved a man to watch me come like I did Dane. Now that he had seen me come apart last night, it was oddly freeing. I was emboldened. Usually, I teetered on the fine line between making sure my guy was happy and also ensuring I got off or at least had a good time myself. But with Dane, that wasn’t even a worry. I was shameless. Desperate. Vulnerable.
I closed my eyes, smooshing my boobs together before letting them bounce apart, inciting a growl against my pussy as he worked his finger and tongue, pushing me to the edge before letting me crash. I felt myself soak his face as an orgasm surged inside me. His mouth retreated but he kept stroking, curling his finger. “I’m adding a second, take a deep breath,” he said. “I can tell you’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He slid a second finger inside, and my body expanded to welcome him. I hadn’t had a dick or fingers inside me since my divorce. Even the products I’d tested out for my store didn’t have the same effect because I had control over them. Having my pleasure in someone else’s hands had a certain thrill to it.
“Aren’t you glad you waited for this? For me to tease this pussy properly?”
Before I could answer, I felt the distinct pressure of him hitting that extra sensitive spot inside me. My body clenched and pulsed against his hand, wetting it even more with a gushing noise sounding off between us.
Dane muttered something under his breath that I didn’t catch because I was suspended in bliss as one orgasm after another crashed over me, his green eyes blazing with lust as they darted around my body and back up to mine. Underneath him, I was a mewling mess, pleasure crashing over and over again until I was moaning, shaking, and soaking his palm.
But his hand never left me. Veins trailed down his arms, bulging slightly each time he moved his fingers inside me. In the moonlight, he looked so powerful and virile, his muscles and tattoos glowing. My legs were draped over his thick thighs, but I got the perfect view of his ragged breath as it constricted his abs, clear down to where they cut in a V-shape above his groin.
Almost everything below my waist went numb with too much sensation as my core thumped like my heart had fallen down my body. Dane had simply out-fucked me already. I got to my elbows, trying to back away from his hand and scoot myself up on the pillows with no luck. His hand chased me, never leaving my core.
“Don’t run from it, beautiful. I can go all night.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I said, brushing his hand out of me. “I need you in me though.” I pushed him to recline on the bed, his back up against the headboard as I straddled his thighs, seizing that thick cock of his.
I delved my hand to my pussy, earning a groan from Dane as he watched me slather his length with my own nectar, my boobs jiggling with each tug.
I wiggled closer to his groin, mentally gauging if it was bigger than the other guys’ I’d been with.
“Are you fucking sizing up my dick?”
“It’s not personal. It’s a little intimidating, okay?” I failed to hide my giggle. “I feel like I’m about to mount it. I’m scared it won’t fit.”
He affectionately scattered little touches over my cheek, shoulders, and breasts. “Of course it will. Baby, we were made for this.” Grabbing my hips, he mumbled, “Now get over it and get on it.” With a sexy laugh, he held me up, piercing my entrance and causing a moan to break in the back of my throat as, inch by inch, I sank down.
“Oh my god!” I mouthed, shifting my hips to get used to him.
With a hungry look, he lifted me by the hips then sat me down on it once more.
“Jesus,” I breathed, still adjusting, palms flat on his pecs.
He wrapped his arms around the small of my back, keeping me close as he rocked himself deeper inside me. “Just as I thought, perfect.”
I kissed him as I encircled my arms around his neck and continued to grind and rock with him, still a little shocked but positively hooked already.
Sex with Dane was like the first hour at a beach on a summer day: warm, addictive, and bright, with just enough simple goodness to cast away any worry. Accepting the bliss was fleeting—I took in every little sensation. The softness of his lips on mine, the rough, calloused hands now gripping my ass, the low, mannish noises rumbling his chest, and his solid pecs brushing against my aching nipples with each movement.
I had to break our kiss when I came again, my pussy throbbing on his dick. “Oh god!” I clung to him, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so damn good. The way you’re gripping me.” He groaned, trying to slow me down. But I was a woman determined. With my legs still trembling on either side of his meaty thighs, I continued to ride him like the cock-hungry little slut I was.
With a frustrated grunt, he rolled me on my back, managing to stay inside me in the process as we tussled in the bed. “I say when we come.”
I clasped him tighter with my center.
With my taunt, he unceremoniously pulled from me, leaving me hollow and impatient. Before I could even whine about it, he picked up my leg, kissing the inside of my ankle before pushing it high to where my knee was by my shoulder. And with it, he plunged back into me once more, hitting deep before returning to his shallow thrusts. The different angle caused a stronger sensation. I cried out, fisting the bedding to keep myself in place.
With a smug look, he leaned in close, still holding my ankle. “You’re in over your head, kinda like this leg of yours.”
Lord, have mercy.
In that moment, I knew I had to let him take over. I brought my hands up to sweetly hold his face as I nodded in surrender. “I’m yours.”
Sensing my retreat, he draped my leg over his shoulder, a tender look softening his face as I hooked my other leg around his firm ass.
“I’ll come with you,” I whispered. “I’ve never done that, but I’ll try.”
“We’ll do it together. Just feel with me.” He kept his rhythm, eyes searching mine in the silvery night, the waves matching our rolling torment.
A part of me knew this was absurd. Couples didn’t often climax at the same time, let alone on their first time together. But something about the way our bodies moved, the way our breaths mingled gave me hope that maybe we could. I couldn’t tell where I started and he ended. It was intoxicatingly intangible.
I continued to undulate beneath him, letting my guard down while all the pleasure seeped into my body. I loved how he’d steal glances down at where we joined, his breathing deepening.
He touched the side of my face, tenderly relaying what he couldn’t say. I nodded, coaxing him to follow me into the release. And in one of the most vulnerable moments of my life, I locked eyes with Dane as we both came undone.
He stayed inside me, rolling me on top of him with a deep hum. My pussy squeezed in the aftermath of all the orgasms, surely dripping cum all over him. But I didn’t care. All I could pay attention to was the beating of his heart against my ear, his scent all around me, just like his arms.
“God, baby, that was incredible,” he whispered with an affectionate graze up the nape of my neck.
Still catching my breath, I turned my head to coyly smile at him.
“Do you trust me now?” he asked.
“Yes. I’ve never come with someone before.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Like I said, we were made to do this together.”
“I agree. Together.”
I hoped he knew I wasn’t just talking about sex, but traveling, life, laughing; hell, even eating with Dane was better than eating alone. He had so quickly woven his way into my life like a wildflower, taking root under the concrete of my lonely existence, blooming a fondness I wasn’t ready for.
Time morphed as our breaths slowed, my head rush ceasing as the distinct flush of sex erupted on my skin.
“I can’t wait to go again.” I sighed.
“Me either.”
I nuzzled his chest for a bit, taking in all his yummy pheromones while we came down from the high. Then a distinct tightening filled my core. “Dane?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you getting hard again?”
“Yeah.”
I mumbled about refractory time while I sat myself up to straddle him. “Wait, don’t you need a minute?”
All he did in response was jut up his jaw as he clutched my hips with a thrust.
I fought to keep my balance. “Oh dear god, now I know why you’re so popular—”
He stopped me mid-sentence, shushing me with a finger held to my lips. “Do you hear that? The sound of my cum getting pounded back into your perfect pussy?”
“Fuck, you’re nasty!”
His pecs twitched as he reached to squeeze my tits. “Good, don’t forget what I’ve done to you.”
“Oh god.” My eyes all but rolled to the back of my head as I swayed on top of him, feeling my clit sliding against the soaked base of his cock. “I won’t.”
“You want it from behind, don’t you?”
My eyes shot wide at the offer. “Yes!” He flipped me over on all fours, smacking my ass before sliding in. “Again!” I pleaded, needing a bit of pain to fight how overloaded I felt.
He smacked the other cheek, causing me to clench his cock on impact.
“More!”
“Earn it.”
Being a brat, I dropped my shoulders to the bed, reaching between my knees to grab his nuts. It was a risky move, but it earned a beastly groan from Dane as I continued to hold him, forcing him to fuck me close.
One of his calloused hands floated down my back before he raked his fingers through my short hair, tugging it slightly.
Yes. Finally. Fuck!
The moved caused me to release him to brace myself on the bed. I cried out his name with pleas repeatedly, the sound a little louder with each thrust as he damn near knocked the wind out of me. Something about him putting me in my place freed up my mind, forcing me to exist purely in the moment as buck after buck, he undid me.
Still cock-deep inside me, he lunged past my head, fisting a pillow with a growl and dragging it underneath my hip bones. My pelvis tilted as he settled his weight on me. His stubble scraped my shoulder blade as he leaned in to kiss my neck. Between the scruff and his hot breath on my sensitive ear, I felt my pussy pool with need and all the hairs on the back of my neck and forearms prick up. My eyes fluttered at the sensation, and if it weren’t for his hips pinning my ass in place, my body would definitely be wiggling in overstimulation.
He tongued my ear then nipped at the lobe. “Close your legs for me, baby girl.”
I brought my legs in closer, my pelvis still tilted with the pillow underneath me on the bed. With the movement, the trunk of his thick cock and pubic hair tickled my sensitive ass cheeks. I could feel my core clench with need for movement as his giant body covered me from tippy toes all the way up to my shoulders. I was engulfed by this man, loving every fucking second of it.
I sucked in a breath as he delved into me deeper. A wet eruption between us made him groan in reverence as he pulled out slightly, only to push back in. From behind, he was hitting way deeper than I expected.
“Ah fuck, you’re so huge.” I breathed, trying to adjust to the new sensation of being stretched and pushed harder than ever before.
“You’re so perfect.” He plunged in and out. “This pussy is perfect. And all mine.”
I nodded, moving with him. The pressure of the pillow and his weight on either side of me made everything more noticeable, but a couple thrusts in, he knocked my knees even closer together while keeping his legs outside of mine.
“Oh fuck!” I cried. With my legs straight out, it was like every nerve ending was firing off as his gorgeous cock dragged against every surface of my sex. I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my screams.
His arm snaked around the front of me, his large hand cradling my neck and jaw. “No, I want to hear you.” He continued to pump into me, holding my throat to keep me off the bed. “I want everyone on this whole damn beach to hear what a lucky bastard I am.”
I didn’t have enough brain cells to string together a thought, let alone coherent sentences. But the noises he was eliciting from me were nothing short of animalistic. With each thrust, my ass acted like a little speed bump. Low, low on his abdomen hit over and over, rubbing our juices with sinful smacks. His warm muscles and body hair scraping against my back put me into some kinda haze, only plummeting when I felt him dripping sweat on my lower back. All sensations blurred—a thrust, a trickle of sweat, my pussy hungrily taking his cock as he fucked me into the bed. I was enveloped by everything Dane and wanted to drown in him.
“Please let me come, please, please!” I pleaded.
He trapped me further by bending one of his knees, gaining more leverage to fuck me deeper. And with it he leaned to one side of me, still holding my neck as he began to whisper the filthiest things in my ear.
“No one knows we’re here together, but you won’t be able to deny that you’ve had my DNA dripping out of you.”
“Yes!” I cried.
“Who makes you feel this”— thrust —“good?”
“You! Only you have—” My proclamation broke as my orgasm flooded, my body slacking in his embrace. If it wasn’t for his grip around my throat, my head would’ve collapsed.
He slowed his movements. “So fucking good.”
“Let me up,” I said breathily as I got to my knees with him still inside me. I touched where I stretched over him and twisted to show him how I sucked his cum from our first round off my fingers.
He drew in a fighting breath. “Soon, that will be my cock in your mouth, not your fingers.”
“Lucky you,” I taunted.
With my words, he pulled out of me, covering my tattoo in his release before we collapsed together on the bed.