Page 42 of The Dallas Dilemma

I shake my head. “I’ve never had…”

My words trail off as my cheeks burst into flames, and his eyes go wide again. Then they narrow, and he looks angry for a moment before he smooths his expression out. His hands slide down my thighs and stop, then his thumb brushes over the damp material of my underwear in featherlight strokes.

“I need you to tell me what you want, Josette. Do you want to feel my tongue here?” he asks increasing the pressure of his thumb as it passes over my clit.

I buck at his words as much as his touch, and suddenly I want nothing more than to feel his hot, wet mouth on me. And he obviously wants it, too. I always assumed guys didn’t like it because no one had ever offered to do it for me, and I, of course, never asked for it.

But here is Dallas, practically panting at the idea of going down on me. I’m only getting in my own way by hesitating. Bolstering my courage, I nod.

“Yes. Please,” I say, my tone bordering on begging.

Dallas grins like he just won the lottery, and grips my underwear, tugging them down my legs. Once my feet are free, he drops the scrap of lace and pushes my knees apart. His eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head. His hands slide down my inner thighs before his fingers spread me open. I try my best to keep my eyes open and on him, but the second his tongue swipes the length of my slit, I lose the battle.

My eyes slam shut as my mouth falls open, a loudgroan slipping between my lips. The sound seems to encourage Dallas, because he licks me again, this time swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit. Pleasure bursts through me, skittering up my spine before trickling down my extremities. My fingers curl into fists as I pant through the desire he’s ignited inside me.

Did I almost talk him out of doing this?

The thought scatters along with every other thought in my head as Dallas’ lips and tongue focus on my clit with light, teasing touches. My body screams for more, so I dig my heels into the edge of the mattress for leverage and lift my hips in an attempt to increase the pressure. His hands grip my hips to push me back down, but my protest dies in my throat when his tongue works harder, lashing at the sensitive bundle of nerves with a ferocity that makes my entire body tingle with static electricity.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not with another person, at least. I experience maybe a fraction of this kind of pleasure when I use my trusty vibrator on myself, but no man has ever been so instantly in tune with my body, giving it exactly what it needs.

I feel his fingers at my entrance, and I stiffen, preparing myself for the discomfort that will inevitably come with the intrusion. Dallas must feel the tension in my body, because he pulls his hand away and refocuses his efforts on my clit. A minute or so later, his mouth moves down, and before I grunt out a complaint, his tongue pushes into me.

A strange, squeaking yelp bursts out of me as my hips involuntarily buck, driving his tongue even deeper. Hepumps in and out of me, driving me crazy with each thrust. It feels amazing, but at the same time, like it’s not enough. Like I needmore.

As if he’s read my mind, Dallas’ tongue pulls free to work my clit again as he slides a finger inside me before I even realize it’s happening. There’s zero discomfort, only a delicious sense of fullness as he pushes deep and pumps it slowly.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp, rolling my hips in time with the movements of his tongue and finger.

Dallas moans, and the vibrations against my sensitive flesh send me spiraling. He pulls his finger out and pushes back in with a second, and my slick inner walls provide no resistance. I’m mumbling unintelligible words as he works me over, driving my need higher and higher with every stroke.

I’m at the point where I don’t know if I should beg him to stop because it’s all too much, or demand that he keep this going forever because it feels so damn good. Before I can decide, he drags his fingertips along my inner wall, hitting a spot I was sure didn’t exist for me. I scream as pleasure zips through me, wave upon wave of hot electricity rippling through muscle and bone, leaving my nerve endings sizzling with energy.

Dallas pulls his fingers free and slows his tongue’s movements, lapping at me as I float back down to my body.

Yes. I just had an out of body experience, and no one can convince me otherwise.

Giving me one last lick, Dallas lifts his head and smiles down at me. “That was incredible.”

I just stare at him with wide eyes. I mean, I know it was incredible for me. But for him to say it was for him, too…

“Why do you look like you don’t believe me?” he asks, still smiling as he unbuttons his shirt and slides it off.

“Because,” I croak, then clear my throat. “Because you didn’t really get anything out of it.”

“Oh, yes, I did,” he says, shucking his pants.

I lose track of the conversation as my gaze travels the length of his long body. He’s sculpted, but not overly large like he spends too much time in the gym. His tight boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination, and my eyes lock on the outline of his erection.

“Josette.”

“Huh?” I chirp, snapping my gaze back up to his.

“I said I loved every second of what just happened, and making you fall apart like that made me feel like a God damn king.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage to say.

There’s nothing but honesty in his earnest expression, so I have no choice but to believe him. I nod, and his smile widens. He tells me not to move, then walks over to his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he pulls out a box of condoms and rips the protective plastic from it. He looks over and sees me watching, and he offers me a grin as he opens the box and pulls out a foil packet.

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