Page 36 of Dash

The way he looked at me now, the care he put into his touch, and the impact he had on me also reminded me that although the years had passed, the passion between us remained unchanged. Hooking his hands under my thighs, he separated my legs and perched my knees on the chair’s arms, unveiling my sex. He contemplated my private space as if it were a wonder, a wet wonder, aching for his touch and eager for what was to come.

As I settled my feet on his shoulders, he propped my folds open with his thumbs, leaned down, and licked me. His tongue slid from my opening to my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moaned at the exquisite touch of his lips, at the maddening way he rolled the tip of his tongue around my tightly clenched entrance.

Brushing his thumb over and around my clit, he devoured me, until my legs began to shake and an orgasm gathered at the back of my sex.

“Dash, I can’t—”

“Hold it a little longer.” His voice drifted mutedly from between my folds. “It’ll be better. You’ll see.”

It was the exact same thing he’d said the first time he’d given me oral. It had me whimpering in protest but also elated. Every lap of his tongue was a gift. Every suck of his lips was a prize.

“I need—”

“I haven’t forgotten.” He teased me with a wicked smile as he slowly nudged his finger in my drenched opening. “I know what you need and how.”

“Yes.” I groaned as he slid his knuckle inside. “Yes!”

“I also remember it wasn’t one you liked.” He added another finger to my sheath and began to pump slowly. My inner walls bore down on his flesh and gripped his digits in a tight embrace.

“Oh, my freaking God.” I’d been empty for far too long. “Feels so good.”

From his place between my legs, he flashed me the smug smile of a man who knew how to please his woman. His strokes were delicious, echoing through me in waves of bliss. I threw my head back, arched on the chair, and urged him on, rocking my hips to swallow more of his fingers.

“How I missed seeing you like this.” He locked eyes with me. “I want to watch you playing with your breasts while I eat you. Will you do that for me?”

The sound of his voice made me squirm with desire. His commands fanned the flames burning through me. The scent of my arousal added to my excitement and so did the sounds that drifted from the space where his fingers conjured the magic building my climax.

I moved my hands to my breasts. For him, I twisted and pulled my erected buds. The crueler I was to my nipples, the more my pleasure grew. Anticipating the rhythm of my body’s urgent need, he pumped his fingers deeper and faster until I was screaming out his name.

“Dash?” I cried out. “Dash!”

“You’re ready, darling,” he murmured. “Take your orgasm. Take it.”

His lips recaptured my clit and his fingers slid in one last time, launching me into an arc of pleasure that shot me like a rainbow across the sky. Up I went, riding my orgasm toward the pot of gold at the other side of my climax, the one that had me screaming with pleasure.

It took a while, but when I regained my senses, I found myself cradled in Dash’s lap. He sat on the chair where he’d driven me to pleasure. Beneath me, he sported an impressive erection, one I could feel poking his jeans. A lazy smile spread on my face. Dash had always gotten off on my pleasure.

His arms wrapped around me as he planted small, tender kisses on the top of my head. “Feeling good?” he asked.

“Better than I’ve felt in a long time.”

A proud grin curved up his lips. “This is progress,” he murmured, nuzzling my hair.

He was not wrong.

I could’ve stayed cuddling with him forever, but then he spoke again. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way…” His pause hung in the air, heavy and ominous. “We should talk.”

“Talk?” I frowned. “You don’t want me to… um… you know… do you?”

“This is not about tit for tat,” he said, denying himself the release he deserved. “This was only a preview, to remind you about us, about how well our bodies connect. I want you, yes, but we need to talk first.”

I sighed. This was the talk I didn’t want to have. “I’d much rather suck your dick.”

His lips twitched. “Believe me, I’d much rather you suck my dick, too. The thought of those lips of yours wrapped around me makes me wanna come in my pants. But we need to talk andI need to know.”

My hand wilted away from his zipper. The determined expression on his face informed me I wasn’t going to get a chance to fulfill my complete fantasy.

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