He kisses the inside of my other thigh. “If something isn’t feeling good, tell me.”
“Oka—”
My voice cuts off midway through the word because when his tongue makes contact with my core, all of my attention goes there.
He kisses and licks and sucks me so intently, I can’t think straight. I am a mess. A writhing, moaning, sex-crazed mess.
I think I say, “What are you doing to me?” multiple times.
I hold on to his hair for dear life. When his fingers start dipping in and out, his tongue flicking my clit, faster and faster, in the most excruciatingly perfect rhythm, I have an out-of-body experience. My orgasm barrels through me, and I shudder against him, my head falling back as I cry out his name.
I can’t even be embarrassed when he eventually works his way up my body, and our eyes meet again.
“Every part of you tastes so fucking good,” he says. “It took every ounce of willpower in me not to come when you did. God, you’re incredible.”
“That was…you are…” I manage to get out.
His hand tweaks my nipple, and I feel it between my legs. I lean up and kiss him deep, tasting myself on his tongue. I move my hand between us and slide it over his length, up and down. He’s long and thick and feels like velvety steel. He closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, his gaze is intense.
“What do you want, Dahlia? Tell me.”
I rub the drip of wetness from his tip onto my seam, and he curses. I’ve never been this bold in my life.
“I want you inside me…if…you want to.”
He laughs softly. “Trust me, I want to.”
He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch as he slides it on, nerves and anticipation fighting for first place.
He barely nudges the tip inside, and it’s already so good. I haven’t had sex since before Chloe was born, and he’s so big that I’m a little apprehensive it’ll hurt, but I’m so sensitive from the magic he worked with his tongue that I feel ready. He takes his time, kissing me, slowly dipping in, sliding backout, rubbing over my clit, and dipping back in. All shallow movements that drive me out of my mind.
My legs shake as I try to take him deeper each time, but he teases me and slides out again and again. He stares at where he’s entering me, and I lean up, my nipples rubbing against his chest.
“Mmm,” he moans. His head falls back, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Dahlia. You’re so wet. So warm. So tight. You feel so fucking good. Is this okay?” He focuses again on me, his hand coming up to smooth my hair back.
“You feel…too good to be true.” I gasp when he goes a little deeper.
“I was thinking the same about you,” he says. “You feel this too, right? This between us…this connection?”
“Yes. It’s terrifying. And amazing.”
“I know.” He grins and goes deeper.
We both gasp.
“More,” I whisper.
My chest is tight, my body coiled. I should be content after coming so hard, but I feel primal as he keeps up that unrelenting slow pace. His skin is fevered.
“Look how perfect we fit,” he says. This time, when he slides out, his glide back in is painfully slow, but he keeps going and going until he’s as deep as he can go.
We both inhale and exhale slowly, staring at each other. He twitches inside me, and I clench around him. We both groan, so in tune that it’s hard to know where he ends and I begin.
“I want to feel you come around me. So bad,” he says. “But I also don’t want it to end.”
He sounds strained and so sexy that I flutter around him again.
“Mmm, sadly, I’m not going to last forever like I’dhoped.” He grins and squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m really glad you fell in my lap.”
