“Good. I think the history we have deserves our first time to be with nothing between us. What do you think?”
I nod rapidly, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. "Take me raw. I want you."
Chapter 24 – Paloma
He smiles down at me and with his next move, feeds an inch of himself into my still overly sensitive, slick pussy before pushing the rest of the way inside with a single firm thrust.
“Damn,” he groans, resting for a moment before pulling out entirely then pressing back in again. “I always wondered how this would feel. You feel better than I imagined.”
“Dallas...” I groan, as he pulls out again, picking up speed, pinning me over and over again with his rod, the ease of my last orgasm lubricating each of his forceful movements.
“You’re taking me so good. We fit together so perfectly.”
I nod my head, feeling a dampness fall on my cheek. I reach up to touch it and realize,I’m fucking crying.
It’s not pain, nor sadness that I’m feeling. It’s an overwhelming sense of knowing that I never want to do this with anyone else ever again. Sure, I’d slept with plenty of different men before Dallas. I was a young woman with a successful rock star career who traveled the world for a living. But all of those encounters had been just sex. They’d felt like a semi-colon, a break in mychaotic lifestyle for some enjoyment. They’d never felt like a period. Like a punctuation mark indicating an end.
But with Dallas, this felt like the beginning of the end for my heart. And I knew it was way too soon to be feeling this way, but I could sense that Dallas was feeling it too.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes catching mine again, “Your eyes stay on me when I release my seed at the opening of your womb, Paloma.”
Fuck me if that isn’t the sexiest sentence I’ve ever heard.
I nod my head and keep my eyes locked on his. His fingers find my clit again, back, and forth, back, and forth with soft, gentle circles. I wrap my legs around his waist, angling my hips upward to give him an even deeper reach as he watches himself disappear inside of me.
“I need to come,” I moan.
“Come all over my cock, Paloma. Squeeze me with that tight pussy.”
And with that I release. My body shudders and shakes, clamping down tightly around him as he responds to my orgasm in a loud groan, releasing a warm stream of him deep inside of me as promised.
When we finally catch our breath, he gently pulls out and moves to the bathroom off of his room, returning with a warm towel to wipe carefully between my legs before wrapping the blankets around us and holding me against his chest.
"You’re incredible,” he shares. We lay in peaceful silence, my back to his firm chest as he cradles my neck in the curve of his right arm. "I want to know everything about who you’ve become. I feel like I’ve missed out on a chunk of your life, and I’d like to make up for that now."
I nod my head. "I feel the same way."
“Based on what you shared in the elevator, I take it that younever found your birth mom?” He gently traces his finger tips up each divot of my spine as if he’s counting the spaces to my neck. When he reaches it, his hands rest there before moving to my hair and tugging gently, guiding my face back to look at him. His mouth covers mine as he kisses me passionately, our tongues intertwining again.
“Sadly, no. A sliver of me always hoped that it was her who was writing to me instead of you but then, the more our friendship grew, I realized I was thankful that I'd reached you instead.”
He nods, “Selfishly, I'm glad it was me you got too.”
He kisses my temple, then back to my neck, his eyes following my every movement. His hands then slide down to intertwine with mine, gently turning my whole body until it’s plastered against his chest.
“When do you have to return to Los Angeles?”
Damn, cutting right to the chase, no point in prolonging the inevitable.
“Tomorrow.”
He nods. If he feels any type of way about my departure, he doesn’t immediately show it.
“Come on then,” he suddenly shifts his body weight off the bed, still completely naked with his cock half-way hard dangling between his legs, “I want to show you something.”
“Naked?” I ask, slowly swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
He nods, “You said you used to party in this house when you were younger but if you’ve never been in the master bedroom, I bet you don’t know about the secret opening to the roof.”
