Page 66 of Small Town Swoo
When I lay back again, Dash moved up alongside my body and lowered his mouth to one breast. His wet fingertips moved expertly over my clit as he circled thetaut peak of my nipple with his tongue. “Good girl. Now I want you to come for me just like this.”
Already I was sinking into that feeling again—the buzz beneath his hand intensifying, the tension in my body rising, the hunger for him gnawing at my insides. I reached between his legs, capturing his cock in my fist, thrilling at the way it swelled and thickened for me. In no time at all, he brought me right to the brink again—the combination of his mouth sucking and his fingers rubbing hard and fast causing me to combust within minutes, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
He wasted no time in jumping off the bed and going for his wallet, pulling out a second condom. I lay there panting, the sheets fisted in my hands, while he tore open the packet and rolled it on. When he returned to the bed, he lay back and pulled me on top of him. “I want to watch you ride me,” he said.
Straddling his hips, I glanced over my shoulder at the lamp. It was one thing to be on top—it was another to be watched while you did it. I didn’t have much experience with this position, and suddenly my nerves were getting to me. I was hot and sweaty, and my hair had to be a fucking mess at this point. My cute smokey eye makeup was probably verging on panda territory. “Could I turn out the light first?”
“Absolutely not.” He grabbed my hips as he looked up at me. “You’re too fucking gorgeous for the dark, Sugar.”
His words gave me the confidence I needed. Lifting myself up slightly, I positioned the tip of his hard cock between my legs and lowered myself down slowly, each inch stealing another breath. When he was buried as deep as I could take him, I closed my eyes.
“Oh my God.” His grip on me tightened. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. How good this feels.”
Placing my hands on his chest, I rolled my hips over his, gratified by his agonized moans and the tortured expression on his face. Gradually, my self-consciousness eased, and I moved with more abandon, rocking my body harder, arms flung over my head.
Dash cursed and growled, his hands roaming from my breasts to my thighs to my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t look at you or this will be over too quickly.” For a moment he turned his head to the side and squeezed his eyes shut, but a second later, he peeked. “Goddammit, I can’t look away!”
I laughed and teased my nipples with my fingers, enjoying the tormented groan that came from the back of his throat. He was so fucking hot and yet so adorable at the same time. Seeing him fall apart beneath me was better than any praise I’d ever gotten before in my life, and I’m someone wholivesfor approval. Suddenly, I was glad he’d turned me down eight years ago, because I never would have been able to enjoy this the way I was right now—I would have been a nervous wreck, silent and stiff beneath him.
Now? Watching his ab muscles ripple as he thrust up beneath me, his skin glistening with sweat, his hungry eyes locked on my body, I felt like a goddess.
Falling forward, I licked his lower lip. He slid his hands into my hair and kissed me deeply, his tongue seeking mine. I rocked my hips faster, grinding against him, my core muscles tightening deep within.
“Goddamn,” he growled against my lips, his hands sliding down to my ass. “I love how you fuck me. My good girl.”
If I had any inhibitions left, his words obliterated them. Bracing my hands on his chest, I allowed myself to completely lose control, my cries loud enough to shatter my bedroom windows, my hands clutching his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. Dash was just as loud, his grip on me just as tight. He told me to come with him, and I obeyed.
Sapped of energy and strength, I collapsed on top of him, head on his shoulder. He embraced me, and I closed my eyes. If ever there was a moment I wished I could stop time, this was it.
I wasn’t just a good girl.
I was his.
“You’re welcome to stay,” I said as Dash pulled on his jeans.
“I wish I could. But I’ve got Fritz at home.” He zipped up and slipped the button through its hole. “And you have to get up early anyway, right? You’re working in the morning?”
“Yes.” I yawned. “I have to get up at five.”
“Then I should definitely go.” He came over to the bed where I was curled up on my side and kissed my forehead. “Because you’re down to getting only a few hours in. And if I stayed, you’d get no sleep at all.”
I smiled. “Probably not.”
He bent down and tied his shoes. “I think the rest of my clothes are in the living room.”
“I can walk you out,” I said, attempting to sit up.
“No.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “You go to sleep. I can find my way out.”
“I have to lock the door anyway.” Dragging myself off the bed, I tugged the pink shirt over my head and followed him to the living room. Switching on the light, I laughed when I spied his T-shirt over by the wall and his hoodie halfway between the wall and the front door.
He put them on, not bothering to tuck in the shirt or zip the hoodie. At the front door, he pulled me into his arms once more. “Sorry I kept you up.”
“Liar,” I said against his chest.
“You’re right. That is a lie.” He loosened his arms and pressed his lips to mine. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I nodded. “Night.”
