Page 52 of Retribution
CHAPTER TWENTY
Dakota
Dakota clung tothe sheets as Cobra tore through a teasing tempo above her with just enough action to drive her crazy, but not enough to send her spinning over the edge into orgasm oblivion. He was careful, calculated, and downright masterful, and she held on to every pleasant sensation that wrung out her nerve endings. Dakota knew deep down, in some small space, that this was what sex was supposed to be like between two people. A connection so raw and bone deep, she felt shattered and built up all at the same time.
The fact that she had found it with Cobra was insane. But also oddly … right. While he filled her in every possible way, she struggled against the back and forth tease that he was tightening through her flesh. Every time she thought she was onto him, he would change it up by lighting up another bulb on her physical switch board that would send her sky high all over again in a new way.
What Cobra was doing to her erased everything; it made her shiny and new, as if this was her one and only experience, because in a way, that was true. A subtle ache started in her chest and flushed across her skin, a weird rawness that stemmed from some kind of physical relief Dakota hadn’t known she’d needed after all these years. Her inner walls pulsed around his cock, and he caught his breath, nearly halting a long thrust, before he grabbed her ankles and pulled upward, deepening the angle yet again.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out on a long groan, breathless as he rammed inside her even deeper than she’d ever thought possible. It was as if every part of him was touching every part of her—everywhere. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
A rumble and a grunt were her only answers.
Dakota felt his free hand explore between her legs, and she was afraid she’d fall to pieces before Cobra located her tender button. Her mouth opened—wordless, as ecstasy jerked her limbs tighter and tighter.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Let it come,” Cobra coaxed her gently. “Give into it. Give in, let it take you.”
“Oh … oh … oh …” she kept saying over and over like a chant. Dakota was on a high as Cobra shoved into her hard and rough while flicking her hot button at the same time.
“Dakota,” he said through gritted teeth, his balls slapping against her ass as she bucked against him. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet.”
A low roar built through the apex of her soul and funneled through her throat and out her mouth. A cry unlike any sound she’d ever made in her life. For a second, everything fell away and she saw stars: small shimmers bursting to life across her closed eyelids. Her fingers went numb and limp against the damp sheets; her body wrung out from the shivers that were curling her spine with pleasure.
“Fucking hell. Oh fuck—” Cobra stole her words away with a kiss that nearly took her breath with it. His green eyes smoldered with lust and something darker and deeper.
Dakota strained against him, yearning to make another orgasm come faster and harder than the one before, knowing it would bring him just as much joy. This next one could be the two of them coming together.
Her arms went around his neck and he hissed. His skin was flushed and slightly sweaty, but his movements never wavered in their intensity. Cobra was definitely a marathon and not a sprint, which made her feel luckier than she could fathom. Dakota squeezed her legs together, pressing her thighs as hard as they would go as she strained beneath the heavy blanket of orgasm that hovered over her. It was so damn close, nearly smothering her again in a soft yet shattering peace.
Still, he hadn’t let up on her clit, and she held her breath as his finger played with her hardened nub in small, short circles and tiny flicks at the same time alternating with deep, hard presses while he pounded into her. Nothing gentle about it, nothing sugary sweet or any version close to lovemaking that she’d seen on TV. But it was more attentive and tender than anything she could ever imagine. For her, it blew all the love scenes she’d read in her mother’s romance novels out of the fucking water.
“Damn, darlin’. The way you grip my cock so tight is fuckin’ good,” Cobra rasped, still anchoring her to him with one hand on her hip, where she imagined she would wear his bruise in the morning.
“Close … so close,” she gasped.
“Yeah. Fuck,” he grunted.
Cobra dove forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, then pinched her sweet spot and the second orgasm tore beneath her skin in an unstoppable wave ecstasy causing Dakota to writhe from the power of it.
His breathing ripped out of him in short huffs then he stilled, tensed, and stared deeply into her eyes then thrust so far forward that she thought he was trying to claim every inch of her—all the way to her soul.
“Dakota. Fuck!” he cried. His eyes glowed in the moonlight through the large crack in the curtains, and then he collapsed on top of her, moving her thighs to either side of his hips as he burrowed his head into her neck. His heart thundered against her chest.
After a long pause, he cleared his throat with a small cough. “That was fuckin’ intense.”
“Yeah, it really was.” She laughed softly.
There was a sharp knock on the door and both of them jerked up like puppets on a string.
“Who the fuck is it?” Cobra said.
“Uh … you ordered a pizza?” a muffled voice said behind the door.
They both busted out laughing, then Cobra brushed his lips across hers and struggled to untangle himself from her body and the sheets. He bent down and scooped up his jeans from the floor and shrugged them on, then stumbled toward the door.
A guy in his late teens pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. The aroma of pepperoni wafted into the room, and Dakota’s stomach growled.
“We forgot you were coming, but I’m fuckin’ starved,” Cobra said as pulled out a wad of bills from his pocket.
The pizza guy looked over Cobra’s shoulder and his face reddened when he saw Dakota sitting up in the bed with her hand clutching the sheet over her breasts. She smiled and the young man averted his gaze and handed the boxes to Cobra.
“Smells good.” He glanced over at Dakota and winked then turned back to the guy in the doorway. “How much do I owe you?”
She giggled under her breath, certain that a generous tip was on the guy’s horizon.
