I carefully positioned myself beside him and took in the view. There were thousands of tiny twinkles scattered all over the dark blue sky. I had never had the opportunity to sit back and take in the night sky before. It was breathtaking.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he quietly asked.
“Mm-hmm,” I agreed. I felt Dash’s fingers intertwine with mine and he gave my hand a little squeeze. I turned my head toward his and he slowly brought his lips to mine. This kiss was softer, gentler than the others had been.
He rolled onto his side and pulled me to do the same. My hands were in his hair, his were, oh my, his were on my butt again. Both this time, and they were squeezing it. And it felt great. Before I could stop myself, I moaned into his mouth. He must have liked that because his kissing and squeezing became more urgent. His hands started to roam all over my torso. I wasn’t nervous, but a little unsure of things. I guess he sensed it because he pulled back and said, “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
“Okay,” I quickly blurted and pulled his face back to mine. I did not want him to stop.
He pulled back again, “I mean it, Ember. At any time, if you want me to stop, just say so and I will.”
“Got it. Stop and you’ll stop. Now, stop stopping.”
He grinned and dove back in. I had nothing to compare him to, but there was no way all guys kissed this good. I could do this with him for hours.
His hands were on the move again. I tensed when I felt his hand against the skin of my stomach. He didn’t move his hand for several moments, giving me the opportunity to tell him no. When I didn’t say anything, he started moving his hand again. He slowly slid it up my stomach to right below my breast. He pulled back from me and met my eyes, “This okay, darlin’?”
“Um, yeah, yes,” I stuttered out.
“I’m going to touch you. That okay?”
I nodded quickly. I wanted him to stop asking me questions, because I couldn’t formulate answers.
“I need the words, darlin’.”
Seriously? I couldn’t say, whatever it was he wanted me to say. I had mustered up the courage todothings with him, speaking those things aloud had never crossed my mind. Thinking quickly, I said, “Continue, please.”
He stared into my eyes the whole time his hand made its way over my breast to the top of my bra cup. Surprisingly, I found his unwavering eye contact comforting, encouraging even. He gently pulled the cup down and placed his whole hand on my bare breast. He groaned and lightly massaged it. Then, he moved his fingers to my nipple and I don’t know what he did, but it felt like a bolt of lightning had hit me, tingling right down to the apex of my thighs. I shamelessly moaned and thrust my chest farther into his hand.
He brought his mouth down to my ear and rasped, “You like that, baby? Having my fingers teasing your pretty little nipples?”
“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” I breathed, squirming as he continued to work his magic fingers on my nipples, now moving between the two.
“I’m going to pull your shirt up and pop those gorgeous tits out so I can see them before I put my mouth on them. I’ve been dying to know what color your nipples are and how red they’ll turn after I suck them long and hard.”
His words were causing the sensations at my core to intensify. I needed more and I had no problem asking for it. “Please, please, Dash.”
“Love hearing you beg, baby.”
The next thing I knew, both of my breasts were exposed, one being cupped by his big hand, the other being kissed and sucked by his mouth. I don’t believe anything in my life had ever felt so good. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there, too.
He switched breasts and by this time I was squirming all over the place, needing something, I didn’t know what, just more. Dash sat up and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. Our groins were pressed together and I could feel his hardness pressing into me. He continued to lavish my breasts with attention from his mouth and I began rocking my hips against him.
He let my breast pop free from his mouth and told me, “That’s it, baby. Get yourself off. I want to see you come for me.”
I must have looked confused because he asked, “Have you never come before?”
“Have I what?”
“Had an orgasm?”
Oh, I had read the word come in several books and knew what it meant, but I had never heard it spoken in this context, which confused my lust-addled brain. I blushed and looked away, “Um, no, I haven’t.”
He growled and placed his hands on my hips. He took my breast into his mouth and used his hands to move my hips against him. It felt incredible. Something was building down low and the feeling kept getting more and more intense with each pass of my hips. This was the more I was seeking.
Dash jerked my hips even harder against him and bit down on my nipple at the same time. Pain flashed for a split second before waves upon waves of the most exquisite pleasure pulsed through my core. I cried out Dash’s name into the night air. He groaned along with me, thrusting his hips harder against me. I felt a stinging sensation on my rear end and then I felt his hand rubbing and kneading the same spot. I was pretty sure he just smacked my bottom. Odd as it was, it felt rather good.
Dash let go of my breast and moved his mouth to mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and then I felt another stinging sensation. This time on my arm. Why would he smack my arm?
