“So, fucking wet, Dove. Sit down on the bed.”
I do as he instructs while his one finger strokes achingly slowly in and out of me, rubbing against my pliant walls.
"Then, when you come all over my tongue, you'll say my name just like I've imagined in my dreams."
A moan escapes from my lips as I watch him, dirty talk never sounded so sexy. He slips a second finger inside and continues to pump then pulls them both out, his eyes lifting to meet mine before placing them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Tastes like salt and honey. You want a taste, my Dove?”
I've never tasted myself before, but the mere mention of it coming from his lips has my nipples puckering harder, chafing painfully against the lacy bra. I nod my head, dipping my head lower to have him place a finger in my mouth and sucking it clean. My tongue drags on the underside of his digit in the same way I imagine taking his cock in my mouth.
"Shit, Dove..." he murmurs, withdrawing the finger from my mouth, his eyes darkening.
I've been fantasizing about this for so long that I’m convinced if I rub my thighs together exactly right, I could orgasm from the friction alone.
I reach back towards the clasp on my bra and expertly unhook it with one hand, tossing the tiny bits of fabric to join my other clothing on the floor.
Dallas' eyes watch me from where he’s knelt, my two very fullbreasts bouncing out of the fabric and pointing directly at him.
“Is my Dove impatient? Are you tired of me playing with you?”
I groan again. "Please Dallas. It’s been over a decade. I need you."
“You know,” he says as he reaches up for the band of my thong and slides it down my sensitive body, taking each leg over my shoulder again to step out of it causing his slight chin scruff to brush against my clit as my legs shakes in anticipation, “I gave you the nickname Dove because you were supposed to bemyDove. Gentle, peaceful, soft bodied, monogamous, full of purity and innocence. I’m not sure I like that you’ve exploited the name and other people are using it.”
I’m full on panting now, my body’s arching against his face, wanting his hot mouth and full lips on me so badly so I can get some relief to the ache building deep within my pelvis.
“I don’t think I’m any of those things anymore.”
He arches a brow as he slips two fingers back inside my slit, scissoring them around and then pulling out slightly to hit that extra sensitive spot right at my opening while his thumb brushes roughly against my clit.
“I think you’re all of those things and more,Paloma. But I’d like to call you by your given name from now on. It's a beautiful name that I've always loved.”
I nod my head, “Ok.” No one has called me Paloma since I was fourteen years old and decidedly told them that they must call me Dove, or I’d no longer respond. But hearing the name come from Dallas now, it feels reverent, like a prayer from his lips.
He’s known me as Dove and he’s known me as Paloma. Better than anyone ever has.
He pumps his finger in and out firmly, the sloshing of my wetness audible to us both as I coat his hand, trying to ride it greedily.
“Damn, I can’t wait to take you,” he murmurs softly watchingbetween my legs before coaxing me to rest back on the bed. “Spread yourself wider,” he nudges my knees apart before moving his face closer and taking a deep inhale. “You smell like a woman.”
And with those last words, he presses his tongue eagerly inside of me.
"Dallas..." I cry, arching into his face, my hands find his neck as I attempt to hold on. His tongue flattens, licking me from one opening to the other before ending on my clit with a gentle nip.
I’ve had plenty of men put their mouthsdown therebefore, but none of them have seemed to know what to do like Dallas does. And none of them have made me feel so secure, so comfortable, so... in my feminine. Both soft and powerful. Safe and reckless.
The way he memorizes the curves of my folds with his wet tongue, alternating between kissing and sucking is almost lyrical, like a gentle song he’s playing from his lips. He draws my clit into his mouth again, gently lapping at it repeatedly as he murmurs words of praise causing me to climax so forcefully that I yank the sheets off the mattress while I scream out his name.
It’s an out-of-body experience, so extraordinary that comparing it to anything I’ve experienced before is irrelevant and unfair. It was a sensation unlike any other. To be so comfortable with someone that you can let go completely.
Shit, it felt a lot like love.
There's no time to fully process the startling realization that I might already be in love with Dallas—a man I've just met in person, yet someone I’ve known so well through years of friendship. That thought barely registers before he’s above me, his pants discarded, and the warm, broad head of his cock pressing against me, poised at the edge of something both terrifying and thrilling, ready to cross that line with a firm thrust.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod.
