He nodded. “Yeah. I got some supplies from Ari. I came out here a half hour ago to make sure everything was okay. David dropped the food off fifteen minutes ago. Took some convincing, but he seemed willing to help after I told him he’d have the room to himself for most of the night.”
I stood on my toes to kiss him. “It’s so beautiful, Dakota.”
He brushed his nose on mine. “Glad you like it.”
I pulled him into a kiss again, hoping I could express how I felt better physically than I could with words. He seemed to understand and held me against him as I parted my lips. Dakota bit down on my bottom lip, tugging on it gently before letting me go. I bit down on him and quickly flicked my tongue across the spot. His cock stiffened in his pants.
“Let’s eat,” he whispered through a heavy sigh. “And then, I want to claim my prize for winning.”
“What’s the prize?” I licked my lip, not taking my eyes off his mouth.
He chuckled. “I think you have some sort of idea.”
“I want to spoil you,” Dakota explained when I asked why he chose to dine under the stars in the middle of a golf course. “We haven’t been on a dinner date yet, and I want to take you places you’ll remember. The simple, traditional dates are nice, but I want this to be special. For you to remember.”
“You quite unforgettable, Dakota Wells,” I whispered.
He leaned on his elbow, using the cushion to prop himself up. We were lucky to get a clear sky and decent temperature tonight. He’d brought a handful of blankets in case of colder weather and wrapped me in three when he saw me shiver once. I felt nicely cocooned with the quilted blankets. My stomach was full of pasta and vegetables and one too many breadsticks. Now, we were both finishing off a nice cup of tea kept warm by travel mugs.
Once we finished drinking, Dakota urged me to stay seated while he cleaned up our mess. It didn’t take him long to clear off the blanket and pack the table up in the back of the cart. When he returned, I opened up the blanket to welcome him inside.
He smelled like bar soap and felt like the sun. I cuddled closer to him, more than ready to welcome his warmth.
“Your hands are freezing.” Dakota took my hands in his and pressed them against his face to warm them.
“Bad circulation,” I explained.
“Should we leave a little early?” He sounded worried as he pulled me close against him. Despite us taking a break to eat, Dakota still felt hard and ready for action. My own body responded.
I shook my head. “No, I want to stay.”
“You sure?” He nuzzled my neck, playfully biting the tender skin.
“Positive.” I sighed, feeling his warm tongue against me.
He kissed my neck and across my collarbone. I arched to him, ready for however he wanted me.
“I’m never going to get used to you being mine,” Dakota murmured in my ear.
I would never get used to feeling this wanted and beautiful when I was with him. Dakota’s touch pulled me into a world of our own making. One where we were in control and made up the rules as we went along.
Dakota’s first rule of the night seemed to be that I was his to take. I didn’t argue in the slightest. He asked if it was okay before pinning me underneath him. His grip was firm when he squeezed my waist. I moaned when he moved down my body.
Dakota unbuttoned my pants and removed them along with my underwear. The cold, night air made the wetness on my pussy that much more noticeable. He tugged the blankets around me as much as he could before covering my pussy with his mouth.
The heat of his tongue, mixed with the chilled air on my thighs made me whimper. I could feel my nipples harden, forcing themselves against the fabric of my top as I watched Dakota eat me out. He flicked his tongue over my clit in hard, fast motions. When two fingers inched into my pussy, I nearly screamed at the rough feeling of his determined pumps. Dakota wasn’t the kind of partner who offered respite. As long as I kept quiet, he’d push me to my limit.
“Keep going,” I pleaded as dug my nails into the blankets, doing my best to channel the lightning feeling running up and down my body.
“Can you handle it?” he asked.
“I can,” I promised, peering down at him.
He raised a brow, impressed, and moved his mouth back against me. Dakota’s fingers found their way inside me again, but this time he added a third. He didn’t hold back as he stretched me. His fingers sunk into my wet folds. The deepness of his touch paired with the heaviness of his tongue elicited a heavy moan from my lips.
I came, staring up at the stars. The night sky looked so much more beautiful experiencing the high of an orgasm.
Dakota kept sucking on me after my climax. I assumed he’d eventually pull away, ready to get his climax too. But what was seconds turned into minutes. Pleasure began building again between my legs. My body language communicated as much, and Dakota removed his fingers when I begged him to not stop.
