And that’s how Dash found me when he returned. Standing in the bathroom grinning from ear to ear at my latest realization. “You want to tell me why you think you have a reason to be smiling like that when you just showed your tits and ass to two prospects?” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently turned me to face him.
“I’m smiling because I realized that I stayed right here where you told me to because I wanted to make you happy and not because I was scared of you. Then, I wondered if it was normal to think that way and decided that I didn’t care if it was normal because it felt right to me and that was all that mattered.”
He was on me in a flash. His body crashed into mine at the same time our lips met. One of his hands went to my hair and the other went to my butt and lifted. I wrapped my legs around his waist while both of my hands went to his hair.
He started walking. I went to pull back so he could see where he was walking, but he growled and tightened his hold on my hair to keep me in place. Well okay then, just as long as he wasn’t going to try to walk down the stairs.
He took a few more steps and then we were falling. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t with his glorious tongue filling my mouth. Suddenly, my back hit the mattress, Dash coming down on top of me, never breaking the kiss. He took us to the bed. The. Bed.
He groaned and started kissing along my jaw toward my ear. “I need to make you mine, baby. Please let me make you mine.”
It was hard for me to focus on anything but him, let alone form coherent sentences. Panting aside, I managed to get out, “I thought I already was yours.”
Apparently, he liked that response because his movements became more intense and less controlled. He bit down on my earlobe and rasped out, “You are, baby, but I need to claim your body. I need to be inside you, baby.”
I loved hearing him say he needed to, not that he wanted to. He felt so good on top of me, pressing my body to the bed with his, ravishing me with his mouth. Before my nerves could get the better of me, I whispered, “Okay, Dash.”
“You sure?”
I most certainly was. I had been thinking about the physical aspect of my relationship with Dash since our night at the lake. I didn’t know what was going to happen in regards to Octavius. After Reese explained to me what being sold probably meant, I soon decided that I wanted my first time to be with Dash, not with someone who had purchased me. It was probably wrong of me to think like that, but my entire life was a glowing example of things not turning out like I thought they would. I didn’t hesitate to answer him, “Absolutely.”
He sat back on his heels and had me stripped completely naked in what had to be record-breaking time. I was grateful for that; it didn’t give me time to become self-conscious. He tossed my clothes across the room, stood, and stripped himself of everything but his black boxer briefs. That didn’t quite seem fair. “I know I’m new to this and all, but aren’t those supposed to go, too?” I pointed to his boxer briefs.
He smirked. “Greedy girl. Love that you want me to take my cock out, but I need to get you ready for it first.”
Get me ready first? I didn’t have time to figure out what that meant. Dash grabbed my thighs and pulled me toward him. He leaned his big body over me and brought his lips to mine. His mouth moved to my neck, across my collarbone, and down to my breasts. He latched onto my nipple and began to suck while he rolled my other nipple between his fingers. My fingers dove into his hair and I groaned loudly.
“You like that, baby?” He murmured against my breast.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his face, tugging lightly on his hair. “Uh-huh,” I breathed. I felt him grin against my skin.
He slowly kissed his way down my stomach. Before I realized what he was doing, he made it to his destination. I felt his warm, wet tongue between my legs. It was by far the most glorious sensation ever. Waves of pleasure washed over me. He licked and sucked while I wriggled and squirmed. It felt so good, but I needed, something else.
I tightened my legs around his head and thrust my hips up toward his face. The throbbing between my legs was maddening. I was right there on the edge, but couldn’t quite make it to the other side. Dash chuckled. The infuriating man knew what he was doing.
I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought about that when I felt his finger slide inside me. First one, then he added another. He moved them in and out a few times causing me to moan shamelessly. Suddenly, he curled his fingers at the same time he sucked hard on my clit. He kept his fingers curled and pumped them a few times while lightly biting down on my clit. I exploded into an orgasm so powerful it left me seeing stars.
When I came back to reality, Dash was hovering over me, his hands braced on either side of my face. I felt him at my entrance. He leaned down to gently kiss my lips, then, looked at me with a question in his eyes. I gave him a little nod and reached up to capture his lips again. He pulled back and shook his head slightly. “I want to see your eyes when I take you for the first time.”
He kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly entered me. I felt incredibly full, but it didn’t hurt like I thought it would. I wouldn’t say it felt great either, but I did like being that close to him. He continued to slowly push himself into me. He briefly kissed my lips before he ran his nose along my jaw. He sounded pained when he asked, “You okay, baby?”
I couldn’t speak. I was overcome with the intensity of the moment, so I just nodded my head. He jerked his head up and met my eyes. I nodded again and softly smiled.
He leaned back down, placing his mouth next to my ear and breathed, “I’m going to move now, baby. If you need me to stop, tell me, and I’ll stop. It will kill me, but I’ll stop.”
It came out as a whisper, “Okay.” And then he started moving. Slowly at first, he pulled back and thrust forward. When I started meeting his thrusts, he picked up the pace. I couldn’t help the moans and sounds of pleasure that escaped me.
“Baby, you feel so fucking good,” he grunted. “So fucking tight. Fucking perfect.”
How was he forming sentences? The only coherent things coming out of my mouth were “Yes” and “Dash.”
“I’m not stopping until you come again. I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock.” He pushed up, sitting back on his heels. He draped one of my legs over his arm and used his other hand to rub my clit as he moved in and out of me. Half a dozen more thrusts and I came, screaming his name and gasping for breath. He dropped forward and shoved into me once, twice, three more times before he groaned my name and stilled.
He kissed me sweetly and cradled my face in his hands. “You okay, sweetheart?”
I smiled and nodded, “I’m good.”
He reached down between us. I didn’t know what he was doing. Then, I felt him slide out of my body. I looked down and noticed him holding the condom that was covering him. “I’m going to get rid of this and I’ll be right back.”
