Page 64 of Small Town Swoo
A smile snuck onto her lips, and she leaned back on her elbows. “So tell me. What is it you want me to do?”
Slipping an arm behind her knees and another around her back, I lifted her up and set her down lengthwise on the bed. Then I stretched out on top of her, settling my hipsbetween her thighs. “I want you to let me make up for saying no eight years ago,” I said, easing my cock inside her, inch by inch. I fucking loved how wet she was for me. “I want you to wrap your legs around me, take me in deep. I want you to say my name and beg me to fuck you harder. I want you to leave claw marks on my back and come all over my cock. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she breathed, eyes closing as I filled her, stretched her.
I put my lips at her ear. “Good girl.”
ELEVEN
ari
Could this actually be happening?
Was Dashiel Buckley really in my bed right now? His words in my ear? His hands on my skin? His hips moving over mine in the dark?
Like the rest of this day, it felt like a dream.
But when I inhaled, it was his scent. When his lips seared mine with a kiss, it was his taste. When I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, grabbing his ass as he rocked into me, steady and deep—it was his body.
His cock was hard forme.
I was beyond giddy with it. I had already made up my mind I would notthinkabout any of this. I would not obsess over what it meant, I would not look ahead to the future, I would not read anything into what we did here tonight. I would just enjoy it.
Knowing this was a one-time-only thing, I wanted to savor every sound, revel in every texture. The ragged breaths. The hot smooth skin. The flexing muscles. The rub of his scruffy jaw on my chin. The sensation of his cock gliding in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair,kissed him with feverish longing, lifted my hips to match his slow, sinuous rhythm.
But my desire was greedy, and eventually my patience wore thin. My body craved more heat, more friction, more pressure, morehim. My muscles and bones were knotted with tension and desperately needed to unravel. I twined my legs around his, digging my heels into the backs of his thighs. “Dash,” I sighed against his lips. “Fuck me harder. Give me more.”
“You want more, Sugar?” He drove into me with one powerful, hard stroke, burying himself so deep I gasped. “Is that what you asked for?”
I couldn’t talk. I might have squealed. He plunged into me roughly several more times, and I closed my eyes as my body absorbed the impact, as the pain mingled with the pleasure. Then he slid all the way home and stayed there for a moment, angling his hips a little differently and thrusting faster, rubbing my clit with the base of his cock.
“Yes,” I whimpered, opening wider, raking my nails across his back. “Yes. Dash—yes.” Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. The bed was on fire. Myhousewas on fire.
“Fuck. You’re so tight. So wet.” His voice was gasoline on the flames, which were now an inferno. “I want you to come for me.”
Whether he wanted it or not, it was happening. My body had tightened to the point of pain, my stomach muscles contracting, my legs clamped around him. And then my world exploded in one seismic eruption, tremors emanating from my core and rippling through my body. I was still deep in their throes when Dash’s climax hit, hearing him grunt with every stroke, feeling him thicken and throb within me. He crushed his lips to mine as my insides gripped him again and again.
For a long moment, our mouths shared a breath, our bodies shared a pulse, our hearts shared a rhythm.
I suddenly had the feeling I would never be the same.
“I’m thinking Delphine was right about this whole walking around naked thing,” Dash said, returning to my bedroom with two glasses of water, wearing not a stitch of clothing. “I feel really good right now. You should try it.”
I had on a T-shirt I’d grabbed from a drawer and pulled over my head after he’d left the room, although I hadn’t bothered with underwear. I laughed as I took the glass he handed to me. “You just had an orgasm. Maybe that’s part of it.”
“Maybe.” He stood by the side of the bed and took a few gulps of water. Illuminated by the lamp on my nightstand, he looked like a god, or a bronze statue of a god. Weight in one hip, arm lifted, biceps bulging, muscles working as he swallowed. Even the goddamn dangle was hot. I watched him and thought for the millionth time how beautiful he was.
He lowered the half-empty glass. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re nice to look at.” Crossing my bare legs at the ankles, I leaned back against my headboard and took a sip.
His eyebrows rose. “No more average at best?”
“Suddenly I’m seeing you in an all new light. Those orgasms are powerful things.”
He downed the rest of the water and set the glass on my nightstand. “Speaking of which.” He flopped onto his side across the foot of my bed, propping his head in onehand. “How serious were we about thatjust oncebusiness?”
“I don’t know,” I said, my toes tingling. “We sounded serious.”
