“Lie down, please.” She gestured toward the bed.
He turned to do just that, and her eyes went wide at the sight of his bare ass; two firm and round apples perfectly placed on top of his legs. Sweet sassy-assy, what was she supposed to do, ignore the ripe fruit? If she was Eve, she’d be making pies already.
Dash lay across the bed, and Sophie stood at the edge. “Close your eyes and try to relax.” And so he did. She took a moment to admire the whole of him—his set and square jaw, firm chest, subtle abs, the coarse hairs under his belly button, the indents at his hip bones, the beautiful tats that swirled across his arms, on his lower stomach and upper thighs. For the time being, he was her someone, and she wasn’t going to waste a moment.
She turned to the bedside table, saw the oil he’d bought in Ojai, and grabbed the bottle. She warmed the oil between her hands and brought them to Dash’s nose. He took a deep inhale. “That’s a lemon oil we like to use here at the spa. It should awaken your senses.”
“I definitely feel awake.”
She bit her lip at just how awake certain parts of him were. She started by rubbing smooth firm circles across his chest, then worked her way to his nipples, where he peaked under her touch.
Then she slowly slid her slick hands down and stopped at the tattoo below his belly button—the words You Chose in a cursive font. She traced each letter with the tip of her finger, and he tensed against her touch.
“You chose?” she asked.
He lifted his head and looked down at himself. “Something I got to remember that I’m in charge of my own destiny. I chose to change, but I can choose to drink again, too. I work every day to make the right choice.”
She traced the words once more, which were now infused with new meaning. She dragged her fingers through the coarse hairs just above his hardness, and his body twitched beneath her.
“Firmer,” he commanded.
He wanted firm? Oh, she’d show him firm. She reapplied oil and took him at the base and brought her grip all the way up the thick length of him. A moan escaped his lips as she slowly brought her hand down, then back up once more.
He stiffened, and the vein at the underside of him throbbed along her hand. As she slicked down, then back up, she began to pulse with longing, too. What would it be like to have him at her entrance, waiting to plunge in?
“How’s the pressure?” she asked.
“Better.”
Not satisfied with that answer, she cupped his balls with her free hand and gave them a gentle tug. He hissed.
“Much better.”
She smirked.
“Good.” She twisted her grip as she reached the top of him and elicited another low moan. She had to know what he tasted like.
So she bent down and put the tip of him into her mouth. He was both salty and sweet, and her mouth tightened as she flicked the sensitive seam of him with her tongue.
“I’m going to...” he started, but then his whole body tensed beneath her. She lifted her mouth and began to pump her hand steadily around him.
“Release that pressure,” she encouraged him.
She watched how his whole body twitched from her touch. His eyes opened, and his gaze locked onto her as he began to spasm against her hand. She aimed him to the side of the bed, and he came in hot, quick bursts. His moans were deep and ragged, and his body was still slick with oil and a new sheen of sweat. When his cock finally stopped pulsing against her, she gave him one last longing tug.
Eventually his gaze came back, and she was surprised when he sat up and wrapped a hand behind her neck to draw her in for a kiss. He was so sweet and gentle at her mouth, like an unspoken thank-you. Her hands found the sides of his face, and they continued to kiss, slow and firm.
When he pulled away, something vulnerable was in his expression. “You okay?” he asked.
She couldn’t help the smile that broke across her face. Could this man be any sweeter? “More than okay. Are you?”
“Yeah.” Then he sucked in his bottom lip as he asked, “Now, what are we going to do about you?”
“Something hot, I hope,” she blurted out.
He laughed, then sat up and leaned into his palm, which caused his triceps to pop. “What would make you feel taken care of, Soph?” He ran his knuckles along the side of her arm, and she shivered.
Dash moved to the side of the bed and placed her between his knees. He pressed her body up against him, and she felt him harden. “This okay?” he asked.
She nodded, then grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up and over her head. He let out a heavy exhale as she unhooked her bralette.
He cupped her breast and brought his mouth to her nipple. Her head fell back as she let out a happy sigh. She’d missed that tongue, and his full lips, which sucked her into him. He pulled her body close so she could feel that he was hard again. She moved a knee onto the bed, and he lifted her and placed her on his lap, his hardness meeting her mound. She instinctively ground against him, and he moaned into her breast.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and moved them both onto the bed. Then he lay back into the pillows and brought her down with him, so her breasts hovered perfectly over his waiting lips and her mound met his dick.
He lifted his hips so that his hardness reached her clit, and she throbbed back, wanting more. He was so slick from the massage oil, and she was so wet with anticipation, and as she rocked against him, they moved as smoothly as if he was already inside her.
But the cotton fabric of her panties was still between them, and she needed to feel him gliding up and down her clit, in between her lips, and grazing her wet entrance. She attempted to take them off, but then his hands moved to her waist, and he tried to wrestle the fabric off himself.
He wasn’t moving fast enough, though. “Just rip them off,” she said forcefully.
Then she heard the tear of fabric as he pulled the panties off and away from her.
“Ah.” She breathed out as she easily settled against him. “That’s what I want.”
She braced her hands against his toned chest and glided her hips up far enough for the tip of him to meet her entrance, then back down so her clit nudged his head. She rode him up and down, stopping her bud at his tip to move in slow circles against him. And she let out little moans as she felt the pressure build.
“I’m close,” she said.
She bucked her hips up and rode along the tip of him, then ground in a slow circle, the way she liked. And just as quickly as he’d come for her, she felt the sparkling, hot release of all that pressure as she moaned and twitched. “Oh. Dash.” She breathed out, letting her body fall against his as she continued to tremble from the orgasm.
“Sophie, I...” He stopped himself from whatever he wanted to say.
“You can tell me.” She sat up and took his hand in hers.