Chapter 24 #2
“I’m going to learn every inch of your body,” he says softly against my skin, one hand leaving my breast to trail down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my leggings.
He runs a finger along the inner part before bringing his hand down between my legs.
“I’m going to learn what turns you on, and what makes you moan in pleasure.
And then I’m going to do it over and over again. ”
My breathing comes hard and fast. My hips instinctively buck forward at his touch. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I find myself chasing the feeling he’s ready and willing to give me. It feels so good—euphoric, almost.
“Playing with your nipples turned you on, didn’t it?”
I nod eagerly.
“I can tell. You’re dripping right through these tight little leggings.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“You’re fucking adorable.” He chuckles lightly before applying the smallest amount of pressure to the throbbing pulse between my legs. “Trust me, it’s a good thing. There’s nothing hotter than knowing how much my touch turns you on.”
“It feels really good,” I moan, letting my hips roll against his hand.
Why does this feel so good?
The intense feeling of ecstasy rolls through my body with every move of my hip. Dallas isn’t doing anything but applying just the right amount of pressure. I can’t believe this is really happening, and I don’t want it to stop.
“That’s it, Poppy. Take what you need from me.”
He presses harder, using two fingers to rub circles on the outside of my leggings. This feels wrong, but it feels so damn right. My hands claw at his shoulders, my mouth parts, and he presses his body into mine, not daring to remove his hands from between my legs.
He presses his forehead to mine, and his lips hover over mine as our breath mingles in the air between us.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
It’s the most intense feeling. I want to scream, cry, and call out his name.
My legs shake under me, and I feel like I’ll collapse into a puddle at any minute, but he doesn’t let up.
He doesn’t stop me from moving my hips against his hand.
I feel his body tighten around me while stars begin to dance across my vision.
My eyes flutter closed, and my head falls back as everything hits me like a wave crashing on the shore during a storm.
His lips move to my neck, and his other hand plays with my breast, tweaking my nipple one time before the thunder rolls through my body—a lightning strike up my spine.
“Dallas,” I cry out.
“Yes,” he grunts. “That’s it. Say my name when you come for me.”
Is that what this feeling is?
Holy mother of— “Dallas!”
The feeling doesn’t let up. I can’t see straight, my legs can no longer hold me up, and Dallas knows it because both arms wrap around my lower back, pulling me flush to him.
I miss the feeling of his hands between my legs, but it’s replaced with a thick, muscular thigh.
My body tingles in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I can barely breathe as my hips roll against his leg.
“Come for me, honey,” he whispers against my skin.
I don’t know how to make myself do that, but the moment he applies more pressure between my legs with his thigh, I’m sent flying over the edge of the cliff I’ve been standing on. I moan and cry out in pleasure. I feel soaked between my legs as a rush of new feelings washes over me.
This is it. This is what an orgasm feels like.
Everything begins to subside, my breathing still fast, but steady. I take a step back from him. Almost feeling embarrassed that it just happened, but also feeling sedated. My body wants to collapse and fall into the deepest sleep I’ve ever had.
I watch as Dallas adjusts himself in his pants. My eyebrows knit in confusion when I notice a wet spot on his grey sweatpants between his legs, away from the one on his upper thigh that I clearly put there.
He looks down and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“That’s my line.”
He smirks, stepping back into me as he cups my face between his hands. He bends down and softly presses his lips to mine. It’s not rushed or hungry; it’s confirmation he wanted it too.
It’s silently telling me I’m enough.
And for the first time, I actually believe it.
Dallas didn’t stay long after that. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he needed to change, and I needed a shower. In the short time he did stay after, his hands never left my body in any way while we talked about Sage and the progress he’s made coaching the kids in town.
Holding my hand.
Sitting next to each other, arms or legs touching.
Kissing me like the air he needed to breathe.
When he left, I stood at my door, a smile on my face the whole time as I watched him retreat across the lawn to his house.
The smile is still plastered on my face as I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how this night wasn’t planned, which should give me anxiety.
But I don’t feel an ounce of that. I feel relaxed and…
happy. I think Dallas has been making me feel that way for a while now, and it’s something I struggled to accept.
Even with the relaxation settling into my body, I can’t fall asleep.
I can’t get him off my mind.
I can’t get what happened out of my mind.
I know I want more of that.
I just don’t know the first thing about what more would entail.
Getting out of bed, I turn the lamp on my bedside table on and pull the notepad from my drawer, along with my laptop. Settling into bed, I cross my legs and begin my research.
I should be embarrassed by typing these things into the internet search bar. The FBI agent who watches me is probably wondering what type of shit I’m up to. I laugh to myself at that thought, but you never know.
I type in “how to please a man.”
Clicking on the first link, my eyes widen, and I freeze in place.
It’s not like I’ve never seen one before, but there’s a lot of sweat and nakedness on the page right now.
A picture of a woman with a dick in her mouth, another with him using a vibrator on her, and you can see he’s getting pleasure from it by how hard he is between her legs.
I close the laptop, realizing it’s too much for me. But it’s also kind of interesting.
Dallas knows what he’s doing. I’m sure he also knows what he likes.
I decide to make myself a list of things I’d like to explore. I might be getting ahead of myself here with Dallas and assuming that he would want more, but regardless, there’s this strong desire inside of me to feel all of that again with him—only him.
One orgasm and I’m wanting more already.
1. Give a blowjob
2. Try a vibrator
3.
I leave the last one blank because I’m not ready for anything else beyond that. Feeling satisfied with my list, I walk over to put my laptop back in my bag and the list on the table.
I fall asleep instantly with a smile on my face.
And it has everything to do with Dallas.