Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Stormi
When Dash strips me of my yellow jacket, a crystal falls out and bounces against the wood floor. He bends to pick it up, holding out the purple gemstone to me.
“It’s an amethyst,” I explain. “It’s a calming stone, among other things.”
“And this one?” Dash asks, reaching for the sunstone I left on his pillow this morning.
“It represents joy and positivity.”
Dash shakes his head, one of those panty-melting smiles gracing his lips. “I should have known you’d leave your sunshine behind.”
“I thought it couldn’t hurt,” I tease. “It’s a perfect remedy to rid one of grumpiness.”
“You know what else needs ridding?” he asks, setting both stones on the nightstand beside his bed before turning his attention back to me.
“What’s that?”
“Your clothes.”
His lips return to mine as he takes his time undressing me.
His hands are everywhere—in my hair, under my clothes, between my legs.
I’ve known since the moment I met him that he was safe.
But in this moment, I know it’s safe to fully surrender to him.
Allowing him to worship my body in all the ways he craves.
He strips me down slowly, his mouth tasting me inch by inch.
I gasp when his tongue circles my nipple.
“I really like these,” he says in an approving growl, moving to the second one.
His hand slides between my legs, and I prop a knee up on the bed behind me to give him better access. He saws his fingers through my folds at a leisurely pace, no hurry to any movement he makes.
“So fucking wet.”
“That’s your fault.”
“That is blame I’ll gladly take,” he says, pushing me back onto the bed and crawling on top of me. He kisses me thoroughly before moving that delicious mouth down the length of my body.
The tip of his tongue drags along my clit, and my hips buck hard.
“How long has it been, Stormi?”
“Details aren’t important,” I say, too embarrassed to admit that the last time a man went down on me, he was better classified as a boy. The last time this poor pussy has seen any action that wasn’t battery operated was right after college.
“Are you on birth control?”
A shiver ripples throughout my entire body, but whether it’s from what that question implies or the delightful way he’s carving that tongue through the peaks and valley between my legs, it’s hard to tell.
“I am.”
“I’m clean,” he says. “But there’s no pressure. If you want me to use protection—”
“I don’t.”
“You’re sure?”
“I want to feel you, Dash. All of you, without anything in between us.”
“Good. Me too.”
I expect him to crawl back up my body, but instead, he slips his hands beneath my butt and lifts my pussy to his face.
His slow, methodical rhythm becomes one of savageness.
The sudden shift is jarring in the best way.
One moment I’m soaking in how good it feels to be enjoyed, the next I’m fisting the blanket and holding on for the most intense pleasure ride of my life.
Dash devours me.
His beard tickles everywhere as that mouth destroys me.
It’s so intense.
It’s so fucking good.
My climax strikes like a bolt of lightning—quick, hot, and dialed up to one thousand.
When he crawls up my body, I cling to him. He plunges into my channel as I’m still riding my orgasm wave. He fills me all at once, and I cry out his name.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Okay is such an understatement,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Now fuck me like you mean, Dash.”
Dash complies.
He rails me.
I’ve never been one for rough sex, but with Dash, I can’t seem to get enough.
He pummels into me over and over, and I can’t tell where the last orgasm ended and this one began.
Just when I think I can’t possibly take anymore, Dash reaches a hand between our joined bodies and plays with my clit like he’s a lead guitarist in a heavy metal band.
I come apart again.
And again.
I lose count of the orgasms.
They all roll into one, long continuous string of pleasure.
“You want me to come inside you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Because once I come inside this sweet pussy, you belong to me. Understood?”
I want to argue that I’m not a possession, but I can see it in his eyes. That’s not at all what he means. He means I’ll be his to protect, to keep safe, to love.
“I’m yours, Dash. All yours.”
He groans through one final thrust, stilling inside me as he releases himself.
I’m filled with such warmth, such love.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Maybe I don’t know how it all works out, but I just know it will. A giggle escapes my throat at the thought of my family’s reaction to me moving away to live with an older, tattooed man in the mountains. They’ll think I’m crazy.
But for once, I just don’t care.
“Something funny?” Dash asks, kissing my forehead.
“Only if loving you is funny.”
“Want to know something funnier?”
“What’s that?”
“I love you too.”