I bit down on my bottom lip and listened to the squelching of my fingers as they fucked him. I didn’t touch his prostate because I knew from experience he would come right away. He was so sensitive and it was so damn sexy.
He moaned, then threw his head back and said, “Okay, okay. Stop stop stop, I’m gonna come.”
I pulled my fingers out immediately, wiping them on the blanket. We could have another laundry room incident later.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, voice deep and hoarse. “Let me see that beautiful body, baby.”
Fuck, I loved it when he called me baby. Or darling. Or tiger. Even piranha. I loved any and all of the pet names that popped into his weird mind and out of that sexy mouth. They were something precious he’d given only to me.
I pushed off the bed and dragged my shirt over my head, throwing it onto his bed, then shucked my pants and boxers off. I wasn’t like him and didn’t try to be sexy while doing it, I’d feel too stupid. He could actually pull that off, I definitely couldn’t.
“I love your body,” he whispered. His eyes were slowly devouring every inch of me, and there was something in them that looked like…
No.
It wasn’t that.
I love your body.
I truly never expected to ever hear someone say that, because I’d never planned on showing my body to anyone. I was going to take my scars to the grave.
Dakota had completely demolished all the plans I’d laid out for myself. He’d forever changed me, changed everything, and…I was okay with that.
“Come here,” he said softly. When I met his gaze again, he winked at me and spread his legs wider. “Come and take it, darling.”
A rush of affection filled my chest, and then a fierce determination to make this so, so good for him.
After putting on the condom, I kissed the inside of his thigh and wrapped my fingers around his length. He was so damn hard. I stroked him once, twice, his body twitching every time I got to the tip, then climbed between his legs.
“Are you sure?” I asked, sliding a hand down the inside of his thigh.
“I am very, very, very sure.” He blew me a kiss, so I leaned down gave him one back. I lifted my head so I could watch his face. He was flushed, breathing hard, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at me.
I lined my cock up with his hole, then slowly pushed inside. I couldn’t help moaning as I went deeper and deeper; he was so fucking hot and kept clenching around me again and again, sucking me right in.
His face suddenly twisted in a pained expression, and he made a small sound, so I stopped moving.
“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to pull?—”
“No, don’t pull out,” he said quickly, like he was afraid I would. “It’s just…so fucking big. Give me a second to get used to it. Actually, come here,” he said, licking his lips. “Kiss me,” he murmured, his eyes glued to my mouth as I leaned down and gave him what he wanted. He kept clenching around my cock, sending overwhelming shocks of pleasure through me, and I shook with the effort not to move my hips.
I focused on his tongue gliding along mine as he moaned into my mouth, tilting his head so he could go deeper. Slow and lazy, taking his time, like he always did.
When I pulled back and looked into his eyes, I felt dazed.
He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “Okay. You can move now.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “I think my body should be able to handle that monster cock now.”
I laughed and sat up again, sliding my hands along his thighs. “Shut the fuck up, Dakota.”
His stomach muscles clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Say my name again.”
I slowly pulled my hips back, my eyes glued to his face, every shift in his expression turning me on even more. When I pressed into him again and said his name, he moaned and wrapped his legs around the backs of mine, lifting his hips to meet my thrust until I was as deep as I could go.
I really didn’t think I was going to last very long at all. I’d been right on the edge for a while, and it was taking everything in me not to just let myself fall over it.
