Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Dawson
When Ambrosia tries to say something else, which I doubt will be productive and will probably piss me off since I really don’t like when she talks about herself in a negative way, I cut her off with my mouth.
And like I love, she melts against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck as I hold her closer.
Our kiss is slow at first, but with each pass of my tongue over hers, it heats up.
She moves her fingers to my shirt, pushing it up, and I help her pull it off.
“There is no one in this world who captivates me but you,” I tell her as she drinks in my chest, and then her gaze cuts to mine. “And, heart-stopper, I need these tits in my mouth.”
She lets out a little whimper, but together, we pull her shirt up and over her head. She goes for her bra as I undo the buttons at the side of her skirt, pushing it down her legs. I watch as she throws the pink bra to the side, her breasts bouncing free and leaving me speechless.
Her erect nipples are a dark rose color, and I want—no, I need—them in my mouth. I pull her to me by her hips, and I take one nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking before shifting to the other. She moans for me, whispering my name, making me so hard, my whole body throbs in time with my cock.
I come off one nipple with a pop and lick up her sternum. When I reach her chin, she’s panting for me, her eyes wild, as I ask, “Where are the condoms?”
“In the drawer,” she says, pointing to her nightstand. She sits down, slowly moving back on the bed and lying down.
I don’t move, speechless at her beauty as I drink her in.
She’s thick in all the right places, her waist dipping in before flaring out into wide hips.
Her stomach is fluffy with stretch marks I want to trail my tongue over.
She has some along her breasts too and on the insides of her thighs.
I want to trace each one and look for others.
I want to explore her like she’s a new world to be discovered, and I want to be lost in her for the rest of my existence.
Before that, though, I need to be inside her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, all bedroom eyes and swollen lips. “God, I love how you look at me.”
I grip my cock, tugging on it harshly as I continue to watch her hands glide up her body to her heavy breasts. “It’s a fucking pleasure to look at you, Ro. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her face flushes as she slowly parts her thighs, giving me a view of her mouthwatering cunt.
I want to keep licking her, but I want to be inside her even more.
I jerk my chin at her head before I demand, “Take your hair down.” She gives me a small half smile before doing as I ask, her curls tumbling down over her shoulders and chest. “So gorgeous,” I mutter, and she arches a bit off the bed.
“I want you, Dawson,” she murmurs, the words as sweet as her voice.
Unable to wait, I reach for the drawer and open it. I wasn’t expecting 900 dildos to be in the way, but I push through them to grab the condoms at the bottom. As I open the package, I nod toward the drawer when I meet her gaze. “Found my teammates in there.”
Her brows knit. “Huh?”
“All the dildos. I will be using those on you.” Her face heats, and I grin. “We’ll need to clean them, though, since they’re all in the packaging.”
I think she mutters, “Oh my God,” but then neither of us is talking when I sheathe myself with a condom. Her eyes darken as she leans back on her elbows. “You’re so damn big.”
I grin. “And you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you, my love?”
She bites her bottom lip, parting her sexy thighs for me even wider.
I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, my hips pressing into her thighs.
I nestle my cock against her warm center, and we both let out ragged breaths.
I kiss her nose, then her top lip, before I ask, “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
She licks my bottom lip. “Eighteen.”
“How long did it last?”
Her eyes sparkle with humor as she answers, “An hour.” I cough on a laugh, and she snorts as she wraps her arms around me. “No more than five minutes.”
My voice is strained as I lean back on my haunches, wrapping one of her legs around my hip. I take my cock in my shaking palm, drawing a deep breath. “I don’t even know if I’ll last five pumps.”
Before I can even move myself into her, she cups my face and our eyes lock. “I just want you.”
I kiss her palm, and when she smiles, I find myself smiling right back.
She slips her hand between us, covering my hand and cock before guiding me to her wet entrance.
I only have the tip in when she moans, arching her hips so I can slide in deeper.
I watch as I disappear into her, in awe that this is really happening. She feels so good, so warm and tight.
Each inch that disappears inside her has Ambrosia moaning louder for me. I can’t take my eyes off her as she stretches for me, her beautiful pussy swallowing me with gusto. It’s the most out-of-this-world thing I’ve ever experienced, and I’m so glad I waited for this moment.
For her.
I’m throbbing before I’m fully seated inside her.
Heat burns down my spine and gathers in my balls as I breathe harshly through my nose to keep from exploding and ending this.
Once I’m deep inside her, I look up to find her watching me, her lids heavy, her eyes dark, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
And she’s all mine.
“I never want to leave this gorgeous pussy.”
She whimpers. “I’m so full.”
“And fucking beautiful,” I rasp before I pull out and then snap my hips back to fill her again in one go.
She cries out, my name sounding amazing falling from her lips.
I’m going to come, but I can’t before she does.
I bring my fingers to her mouth, and she opens for me, sucking my fingers inside.
I curse as she nips at my flesh before letting me go to move them back to her clit.
I’m throbbing so hard, it’s making my vision blur a bit as I stroke her clit, making her scream and thrash below me.
I’m unable to move as I watch her. Her thighs tighten around my hips, she arches up to my touch, and my eyes fall shut when I go deeper inside her viselike cunt.
“Yes, baby, come for me.”
“I’m there, right there. Oh my God, yes.”
I hiss out a breath as I eagerly drink in how her body is moving with each thrust of my hips. She’s fucking stunning, and when she explodes around me, it feels like she sucks me in deeper. “Fuck yes, Ro. Come all over my cock.”
“Yes, Dawson. Yes,” she moans as she clenches around me. “Harder, baby.”
“I can’t,” I grunt. “I’m about to come.” She smiles as she tilts her hips even more, so I fall deeper with each thrust. “Fucking hell, Ro.”
“More, Dawson. Please. Fill me up.”
Jesus Christ.
I want to give her everything, but with one more pump, I’m coming like a twenty-four-year-old virgin.
Shivers race up my spine while I roar my release, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I come so hard, I’m pretty sure I black out.
I rut into her as she milks every drop from me.
She strokes her hand soothingly along my thigh as I suck in deep breaths, fully convinced I just died.
I fall beside her on the bed, gathering her to me as I gasp for breath. When I open my eyes, she’s doing the same but with her eyes on me. They’re so dark, so full of wonder and adoration.
For me.
I pull her closer, kissing her between her brows, on her nose, then taking her mouth with mine. Our kiss is sweet, slow, and languid as I hold her so tightly to me, we might as well merge into one. I hook her leg over my hip again before pressing my head to hers.
“Sorry.”
She kisses my nose, then rubs hers against the spot she kissed. “We can do it again.”
“And again.”
She snorts. “I have to walk tomorrow.”
“Who says?” I ask, and she smiles at me, making my heart skip a beat.
She kisses my nose again, then slides her fingers up my chest before she whispers, “Are you okay?”
I chuckle, kissing her top lip. “More than okay.” I kiss her bottom lip, then both sides of her mouth. “Is it always like that?”
Her eyes lock with mine, and I fall deeper for her. “No,” she admits softly. “That was intense and amazing.”
“Exactly,” I whisper, stroking her jaw with my thumb.
“Was it everything you imagined? Or do only girls imagine their first time?”
I shake my head. “No, I have always wondered what it’d be like when I finally found the person I wanted to lose it to.”
“And?”
I run my nose over hers, our eyes never straying from each other. “Totally worth the wait.”
“Really?” she asks softly. “You don’t regret it?”
I hold her gaze, fully offended she said that. “The only thing I regret when it comes to you is that when I met you the first time, I was drunk and stupid. That I didn’t see what was sitting beside me.”
Her eyes turn glossy once more. “You’re just all hopped up on a sex high.”
“Maybe, but I see it now.”
“What?”
“My future.”
The Rowe Report: Episode 1053: D’Artagnan’s Hat Trick.
Tennessee Miklas: It is kind of crazy how it all happened. We aren’t shy about how we got together. We met at a bar and had a one-night stand. It was only supposed to be one night.
D’Artagnan Miklas: But fate had other plans.
Tennessee Miklas: We met in Nashville, where neither of us lived. So, color me surprised when I ended up in South Carolina where he was, like four months later, and I started working with the IceCats, who he played for. We knew it wasn’t random chance when we ended up in the same room.
D’Artagnan Miklas: Nope, I knew I had another chance to make her my wife—and the mother of my children.
Tennessee Miklas: And he did just that. He is a fantastic player, so I can’t say I’m the reason he is so great, but I can say I’m the reason he is supported, loved, and cared for.
D’Artagnan Miklas: And the happiest.
Tennessee Miklas: Are you? Seems like you wish this one were another boy.
Laughter.
D’Artagnan Miklas: No, I want a girl as pretty and perfect as you. She’ll play me some women’s hockey.
Ambrosia Mercer: I know you’ve heard of Baylor Sinclair, who took the NHL by storm.
D’Artagnan Miklas: I have, and you’re right. But why are you grinning like that?
Tennessee Miklas: And isn’t that her son watching this interview?