This is happening. There are no doubts in my mind. Only me, and Dax, about to do something we should’ve done a long time ago.
He closes the gap so my breasts push against his chest. I pull him closer, even closer, so close that his heartbeat is thudding against mine. He leans his head down and kisses me, soft and tender, his eyes begging me once more for permission. Does he not know that I’ve already given him permission? That I’ve already said yes? It’s far from the Dax that treats women like meaningless conquests. It’s like he can’t believe that I would deign to be with him. “Don’t stop this,” I tell him, completely melted and gasping from the tenderness of this moment.
I race my fingers down his strong back to the globes of his ass, kneading them. He growls into his kisses, then his mouth drops down, lower, lower, finding purchase on my breast. And all at once he’s licking and sucking my nipple, leaving me spasming and arching my back in pure delight. I scratch at his ass with my fingernails, pushing myself off the bed, meeting his open mouth. He stays like that for what seems like hours, just licking and kissing my breasts, cupping one and then the other, and the small fire in my belly starts to gather into a fiery inferno.
Then his mouth slowly trails downward, licking and nibbling to my naval. His rough cheeks are like sandpaper against my skin but it’s an amazing friction. He slides off the bed, then suddenly grabs my leg, lifting it up, positioning himself so that I can feel his breath on my clit. I let out an animal groan as his nose bumps up against my clit. “Oh,” I murmur, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Oh, no . . . I can’t. Please don’t.”
He sits up and lays a kiss right beneath my naval. “Tell me what you want to me to do, Katydid.”
“Touch me there,” I murmur. “Just touch me everywhere.”
He nudges my thighs open with his knees, spreading me open. I’m dripping wet. His hand slides between my legs, fingering my clit, and then slowly, he delves a finger into my hot, wet core. I gasp as fever shoots through ever one of my nerves. His finger slides slowly and rhythmically, in and out of me, making me moan and wriggle under his touch. His touch on my clit is gentle and soft and slow, circling surely so that now the wetness is coursing out of me. I feel an ache in my belly, something inside me, yearning to be filled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I hear a voice say.
I’m surprised to hear that it’s my own. What is he making me into? Someone bad…and someone who absolutely loves it.
I hear a packet rip, and feel his hand withdraw from me for the smallest second, so that he can roll the condom on. I rest my weight on my elbows, watching him take his shaft in his hand and guide it between my legs. He pauses at my entrance and looks into my eyes. “Sure you want this?”
I nod. More than anything.
He covers me with his body, and suddenly I feel him sliding slowly into me, inch by inch, filling me.
For one intense moment, the pressure becomes so intense that I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth. Can I really do this?
He’s too big.
“Fuck, Katie,” he murmurs, voice strained and husky. His hands are gripping my hips. “You’re so tight. I’m almost . . . in.”
And then he is flush against me, hips against hips. The intense pressure and pain subsides, and now there’s just this enormous feeling of fullness, of completeness that I’ve been lacking all my life. He’s huge, stretching me, and I feel him inside me, throbbing with his heartbeat. I let out a shuddery breath and savor the feeling of his hot skin totally against mine, blanketing me. I kiss the side of his face, salty with his sweat, and wonder what comes next.
“This okay?” he asks unsurely. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “I love it.”
And it’s true. Now that he’s inside me, I’m getting even wetter and the nerve endings are pulsing, millions of them, and I moan ecstatically.
Pressure is building again, an explosion just waiting to happen. Before it can, he releases his grip on my hips and pulls himself out. I feel the tip of his shaft at my entrance for a mere breath, and then he plunges inside, slowly and steadily.
I can’t help it. It rips an orgasmic shriek from my mouth.
“Okay?” he asks me, searching out my eyes.
“Yes. More. Faster.”
Another slow, slide out, and this time, no pause. He thrusts into me, hard this time. The excitement is building, blooming deep in my core like a volcano, ready to erupt. His muscles are tense as he pulls out and thrusts again, harder, faster, deeper, and there is pain, but mostly just the desire to get more of him as far into me as possible. “Yes. Yes,” I cry out. “Fuck me, Dax. Harder. Don’t stop.”
“You like it hard?” he says, voice strained as I’m now lifting my hips off the bed, meeting his every thrust in a steadily hastening rhythm. We’re both covered in sweet sweat, and the friction is threatening to make us burst into flames.