Then Dash stops moving, giving me a rueful smile. "You feel too good, beautiful. I need a second."
My hand grips his sculpted ass. "I'm… I… Oh…"
The second he sees I'm stuck between two worlds, he sinks as deep as he can go. "That's it, baby. Come for me." His lips nuzzle my throat, and I barely hear him breathe, "You're mine, now, Bridget. My baby."
Then the world flips over, turning pink and orange as I cry out in bliss at the ceiling, holding my man tightly as I shatter around him.
My man.
I barely know this adorable, funny, sexy lumberjack, and I already know that I love him.
Wow, we really are in a country song.
5
DASH
This is what I've been dreaming about my entire life. The woman for me.
Bridget is everything and more. There's a light inside her that already has my mind swimming in romantic thoughts. Which is great, since I need a moment of distraction so that I don't come immediately.
She's so slick and soft and delicate underneath me, every inch of her silky skin driving me wild. I want our first time to last a lot longer, not for my own ego, but for her pleasure, and to make up for those few moments where she was clearly a little uncomfortable.
I don't think I can hold off until I realize Bridget is about to come herself. It's a splash of ice water, rallying my resolve to make her feel incredible. Moving smoothly and steadily, I pump deeply, watching her lovely eyes widen as the climax roars through her. Her cries of passion will ring in my ears forever.
I had no idea that satisfying a woman could feel like this.
Seconds ago I was right at the edge, and now all I can think of is making Bridget come again, even though my cock aches for release. Reaching down, I lift her leg around my hip, creatingspace to slip my hand between us. My palm presses at the top of her mound while my thumb lightly brushes against her clit in quick, upward flicks.
She goes wild, squirming against me as her thighs tighten. "Dash, oh my… I can't…"
"Breathe, baby," I murmur. "I want to feel you come again. Can you do that for me?" I've never felt so powerful, watching Bridget smile and nod, eager to obey.
Kissing her for just a minute, I know my thrusts are becoming too deep, too sharp, yet I can't stop. From the way Bridget moans louder, she doesn't want me to. Her hot, wet pussy grips me tightly, making it harder to move.
Flicking faster with my thumb, I stare into her smoky brown eyes. "Let me feel you, beautiful." A half nod. A choked gasp. Then her luscious pussy clenches around my throbbing cock as a shaky, uneven scream falls from her sexy lips.
Somehow I manage to hold on until she reaches her absolute peak, then I begin to crest too, driving deep, thrusting hard. Every muscle twitches and shakes as the orgasm rolls through me, her name on my lips as I roar, my eyes locked on hers as I come harder than I ever have before in my life.
I feel transformed. This is love. Devotion. Permanence. Clear as day, this girl is mine.
Bridget looks positively delighted. "Wow," she whispers.
"Yeah?" I gently brush her hair away from her eyes. "What was wow?"
Her grin is adorable. "All of it. But especially when you made that noise."
Slipping her leg back down, I roll beside her, locking her into my arms. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You were a wild animal," she giggles.
"No, that was the bed. It creaks."
Her lips purse, shaking her head. "It wasnotthe bed."
"Yeah, there's this one spot on the floor, it must have?—"
She cuts me off with a laughing kiss, then we snuggle together, naked, blissful, spent. "It's time to get you some dinner," I say after a few minutes, running my hand all around her lush hips and thighs.
