Page 9 of Going Down

“So you’re leaving me guessing if it’s okay to kiss you?”

I cover my face, snorting. “Do you have a filter?”

He slides to his knees and puts his fists into the cushions on either side of my hips, caging me into the seat of the sofa. “There’s a lot I’m thinking that I’m man enough not to bring up. I know right from wrong, Kat. I want to get to know you better.”

“In the sack?” I challenge Dash’s previous statement.

“I’m not averse if it’s what you want, but tonight I was going for something a little less complicated…And maybe just as intimate?” His voice loosens my spine and I finally admit to myself Dash is the kind of fun I haven’t allowed into my life since it imploded. I miss the parts of me that were once more free-spirited.

I touch the snowboarder screen printed on the front of his silly t-shirt and Dash’s abdominal muscles twitch under my fingertips. Ride like a girl. Be fearless. Stop worrying about what could go wrong. Climb the mountain instead of succumbing to the avalanche of uncertainty.

We’re both looking where my fingers linger when Dash uses the distraction to steal a kiss from my lips. He pulls away so that our noses touch.

“Tell me to stop.”

My fingers grasp the fabric of his shirt and I pull Dash closer so he catches the drift. What he’s done isn’t offensive to me in the least. I relish the salty soy and the sweetness of the brown sugar, scallions and other veggies he’s cooked with. Eventually, when Dash is done plundering my mouth and his tongue trails down my neck, I realize the hint of garlic is on both our breaths. We’re giving each other mouth-to-mouth and I’m certain based on his technique that any female skier would love to regain consciousness this way.

Dash lifts the hem of my shirt, leaving my bra in place. His gaze rakes the color of my tattoo on my right arm and his touch, tracing the outlined pattern closer to my collar bone, sends a chill directly to my nipples. With a six sense, the thumb of his other hand snakes under the elastic shelf, caressing upward until it brushes against the taut peak.

I reach for the button of his jeans and zip them down part way until my knuckles touch golden hair. He’s drawing circles around my belly button. With each revolution his fingers widen the arc, dipping lower until we’re both curious who will be the first to give in to the temptation. I skim my palm against his rigid length, grasping his firmness. He moans as I gently tug, moving his torso from me and giving himself more room to maneuver under my thermals.

Dash’s fingers find the most sensitive places, sliding inside of me, and curling up. He uses just the right amount of pressure until I can’t hold back any longer. I come undone with a little mewl he catches with his mouth.

“You must have more than that to give me.” Dash kisses up my neck.

My chest vibrates without a sound. “What if I don’t? It might be your turn.” I say, under the pretense of being coy and help Dash lift his shirt to explore his flat abs.

His shirt falls to the floor and Dash licks his slick fingers. “Have you ever tasted yourself, Kat?”

“I’d much rather savor you.”

His seductive laugh is louder than mine. “Have at it, Sugar,” he says, peeling my pants down my legs and losing his own. “I’m warning you, though, turnabout is fair play.” He winds a finger in the air.

On instinct, I lay back on the sofa, resting my neck on a throw pillow.

Dash straddles my chest. He caresses my jaw and rubs his thumb over my parted lips, pushing it inside. It’s the hand he’s used on me to make me come the first time.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” His thumb trails saliva onto my chin and he wipes it away. From his heated gaze, I understand his meaning, but I’ll take Dash down my throat. It’s one of those things that’s never bothered me.

He cradles my head away from the pillow after the first long suck. I hollow my cheeks, breathing air through my nose as I pump my fist around Dash’s cock. He reaches backward to finger fuck me again and my hips buck of their own volition.

I’ve gotten plenty of men off like this, but not on my back while they whisper dirty words in a sweet southern voice to get me there too. My body longs to orgasm. I’m almost there, but the same way I couldn’t be loud the first time, I’m willfully unable to let go and get lost in the sensation.

“This isn’t enough for you. And I need more,” Dash says as if he knows. He whips himself around and before I know what’s happening his hot mouth has taken my pussy. I glide my tongue from the base to the tip of his dick. My fist wraps around him and I swirl my tongue around to figure out what he likes best.

“Just like that.” He has enough time to encourage my exploration in between putting his finger back inside me and sucking my clit.

I lose all sense of up and down. Right and wrong are nowhere to be found. There are too many sensations to concentrate on. And our lack of inhibition makes it even more amazing. I squirm underneath him. So close. Dash wraps an arm around my thigh to hold my legs apart. I’m as torturous with the way my nails scrape his sack.

My body clenches. This time I want to scream, but I can’t. Dash shudders and spills down my throat.

“God, Kat. Just like that.” He murmurs into my hip keeping his own raised off my face. Awkwardly changing his position, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Then Dash settles onto his stomach on the other cushion. He spreads my legs wider and looks up at me with a devilish grin.

“What are you doing?” Crazy-satiated. I’m like snow, melting into the cushions.

Dash’s crystal blue eyes dance with mirth. “I may be done—for now—but you’ve got so much more to give me.”

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