Page 118 of How to Lose at Love

He’s breathing in and out, and I can almost see him counting—like how a person counts sheep when they’re trying to sleep, but in this case, it’s to refocus so he doesn’t start thrusting.

Weird how you can learn a person when you hang out with them casually, no pressure added, not trying to force it the way people do when they’re entering a relationship—determined to find things in common, determined to be compatible.

Dallas and I just…

Are.

I hover above him, hands braced on his shoulders, leaning closer so I can put them on the pillows on either side of his head, his dick fully inside me.

I move slowly, getting used to it.

Lean back—

Nope, too deep.

Move my hips, shifting forward and back, watching his face because I can’t seem to help myself.

His lips are still parted, so I kiss them, our tongues wet and wanting, almost desperate.

Dirty kisses during sex are my new favorite thing, and Dallas gives it to me good, sticking his dick and his tongue deep, one hand behind my ass, the other behind my head, pulling me closer.

Pulling me in so our foreheads touch, kissing and fucking—fucking and kissing, the frantic make-out session only getting me wetter, if that were possible.

How can kissing during sex make someone more turned on than they already are?

His eyes are so dark.

So serious.

Mouth pouty.

Dallas’s palm moves from my ass to my breast, cupping it while he thrusts up, finally able to now that I’m used to the size of his cock. We fall into a rhythm.

In sync.

Back and forth, back and forth…

So good.

So wet.

He’s sweaty, perspiration on his forehead.

“Are you trying not to come?” I muse out loud, the expression on his face undeniably straight-up panicked.

He nods. “I’m trying not to.”

“Good.”Because you came already, and it would hardly be fair if only one of us got off the second time around…

“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters. “I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

You’re not going to be able to let me go, are you?I think to myself, staring down at him, bending to kiss him again, his greedy hands still on my boobs and body.

Tight.

Wet.

Heaven.

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