Chapter 4 #2
Oh my… His wet tongue darts straight through my center as my hands grip the bed. It's wild. It's too much. Yet I need more of this heat, this deep intimacy.
Somehow I remember to breathe as Dash experiments to find out what makes me squirm and gasp the most. I love having his warm, wet tongue circle my clit gently, barely touching it. My stomach quivers, legs tightening around his shoulders.
It's even more intense than yesterday. Maybe because I feel even closer to him, as if there's a possibility of us being a real couple.
Then he switches to quick, upward strokes.
I'm going to come, right here in Dash's bed.
Golden warmth spills through me, slowly at first, then in big, pulsing waves as I cry out, grabbing his hair under the sheet as my spine arches.
"Mmm hmm," he groans through my climax, then again as I shake from the feeling of his fingertip sliding inside me just a bit. I feel empty, like I need more.
I need Dash. All of him.
When I stop quivering, he begins kissing upward, taking his time as he admires every inch of me. Gripping his hair, I yank his lips to mine. He groans louder, his weight settling over me, the huge bulge in his shorts pressing firmly right where I want him.
My hips begin shifting against him, already knowing what's next. He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
He's so hopeful that I saucily wait a solid three seconds before grinning. "I want you. All of you."
Even as he's slipping off his shorts, he asks, "Are you sure, beautiful?"
I'm not yet brave enough to tell him everything I'm feeling. That I've never been so sure of anything. That he makes me feel special and pretty and that it's finally safe to let down my walls.
"Yes."
Even though his muscular frame is a solid mass, Dash's skin is soft against mine. I gasp as something nudges my hip, then my hand darts down to tentatively explore his length.
Wow. That's…a lot.
"I promise I'll be gentle, baby," he murmurs. His hand closes over mine, the two of us stroking his entire shaft from the base to the tip. It's warm, and firm, and just touching it makes my pussy twitch deep inside me.
Everything in his facial expression makes me melt against him. I need to feel everything with Dash. Need to be closer in every possible way.
"I want you," I whisper, as he nods and a slight tremor runs through him when he sees how serious I am.
Our hands move together, nudging the round tip of his cock gently up and down through my center, nudging my clit, sending sparks shimmering through every nerve.
Our eyes lock, his other hand pushing back my hair gently as we shift, working together to ease him inside.
My hands scoop under his arms to grab his shoulders, pressing against the firm layers of muscle.
Everything about Dash is solid and yet he's so tender, his thumb caressing my cheek as we take a deep breath together.
As my body gradually opens for his, I'm surprised at how natural and perfect it all feels, even through a few moments of discomfort as I stretch for his girth, even as Dash is practically shaking with the effort to move gently.
His thumb brushes my lower lip. "So beautiful." My fingers squeeze against his back. "Gorgeous." His head ducks as if he's blushing. To think that I have such an effect on this luscious, confident man is wild.
Then he straightens his arms. "Look at that." Cupping my head in his palm, he lifts me so we can stare together at the thick, hard length of his shaft disappearing into me with slow, careful strokes.
I cry out in awe, in pleasure, and at the bite of pain as he moves deeper. Dash understands immediately, kissing gently to distract me as he pushes in, opening me completely. "Easy, baby," he murmurs. I can feel his caution as he tries not to hurt me more than necessary.
After a few long, deep, thorough strokes, everything falls into place. Our breathing, our hands in constant motion, the pulse of his shaft inside me, igniting every pleasure point.
Bonding with such a sweet human in this way is more emotional than I expected. One minute I was on a sexy date, and now… I know it's silly to think of forever, but I want to. I want to think of waking up beside Dash every morning, and cooking for him, and sharing every single bit of our lives.
Well, almost.
Forcing that out of my head, I realize that deep, rolling sensations are gathering fast and tension that I can't control is building deep inside me. My mouth falls open, gasping, as I hover right on the edge.
Then Dash stops moving, giving me a rueful smile. "You feel too good, beautiful. I need a second."
My hand grips his sculpted ass. "I'm… I… Oh…"
The second he sees I'm stuck between two worlds, he sinks as deep as he can go. "That's it, baby. Come for me." His lips nuzzle my throat, and I barely hear him breathe, "You're mine, now, Bridget. My baby."
Then the world flips over, turning pink and orange as I cry out in bliss at the ceiling, holding my man tightly as I shatter around him.
My man.
I barely know this adorable, funny, sexy lumberjack, and I already know that I love him.
Wow, we really are in a country song.