Page 50 of Dahlia Made A List

I leaned back and freed my dick. Still keeping her spread, I flipped through my wallet, found the little foil packet and rolled on a condom. With one hand fisting my dick and the other wrapped around her thigh, I tugged to get her eyes on mine. “What about your list?”

“You don’t count.”

Pain slashed through me, an unexpected stab to the gut.

She must have read my expression, because she added, “I mean, the list doesn’t mean you.”

That still didn’t make sense, but my dick throbbed and right now, I wanted to slide into her wetness more than I wanted an explanation. This thing we had going on had to be about sex; not relationships and impossible futures. “This doesn’t change anything. Just a fuck.”

She rolled her lips together. “Just a fuck.”

Anticipation ripped through me and I leaned into her, dropped my dick to thump against her slit. She gasped, her body curving up again, her legs tightening as though to hold me closer. It made me angry how much I liked her response.

I glided my hand from her hip to the edge of the honey blonde mound between her legs, swept my thumb back and forth in the trimmed curls. Then lower, sliding my thumb into her slick slit.

She arched off the table, her legs clamping around me. “Oh my God.”

She wiggled to lift her hips, to guide my thumb where she wanted it, but I slid my dick forward, parting her flesh until the head of my dick hit her just right.

She’d dug her fingers into the bag behind her at the other end of the table and bit her lower lip. With her lip between her teeth, and the memory of her mouth on mine, I wanted to taste her again, this instant. Have my tongue in her mouth as my dick slid into her warmth.

Just a fuck.

I leaned down until her tits were in my face and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She moaned, deep and long. As I held her sweet little bud between my teeth, I slid my dick into her.

Fuuuuck. Finally. Soft and hot and wet and perfect. Surrounding my cock like warm honey. I groaned against the nipple I held in my mouth, her fingers digging into my scalp as I buried myself deep.

“Oh my God, Wyatt,” she cried around a moan.

I closed my eyes, let myself move, slow and deep. I sunk deep and deeper, just getting the feel of her around me. Letting her wetness coat me, letting the sweet scent of her skin, her arousal, wrap around me. Her fingers dug into my scalp, giving a little jerk with each slow thrust.

The kiss in her living room opened the floodgates. Demolished the pretense that I didn’t want Dahlia with every fiber of my being. The muscles along my back pulled too tight. Need burned over my skin like fire. I needed to fuck her.

I shoved upright, wrapped my hands around her thighs and brought her legs up to my chest until her ankles dangled atop my shoulders. Then I gripped her hips and slammed her onto my cock, pounding into her. My hips pumping, my skin slapping hers in a wet, fucking hot rhythm I wanted to last forever. My craving for her had been building too long, twisting up my insides and now I was inside her and I needed topound.

I craved everything about her. That was the truth, one I’d denied, but held me in a vise grip.

I savored every sound she made. My eyes devoured her lush curves, the sight of my cock sliding into her sweet, welcoming body. I wanted to put my hands all over her, leave my mark. Pinch her nipples, suck on her skin, feel the softness of her belly as she took me deep.

But then I felt the tremor ripple through her. Felt her soft belly grow taut, and her back arch up off the table as she exploded. Her mewls turned to trembling cries and her legs stiffened along my chest, toes curling as she moaned my name in a voice that washed over me like a glimpse of nirvana. Bliss, contentment, devotion in the sound of my name on her tongue.

Her spasms around my cock catapulted me over the edge and I bucked into her my mind blank to everything except her, my sweet Dahlia. Her tits bounced with the wildness of my thrusts as my muscles tensed and my balls tightened and I fucking exploded along with her.

And she felt so good around my dick. I pushed through the tight spasms of her body around mine as I released into her. Slowed my movement, slower, until with my arms wrapping her legs to my chest, I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep, steadying breath.

I’d never come so hard in my life. Even now, seated deep inside Dahlia, the echo of her spasms pulsing along my sensitive dick, I didn’t want to move.

Usually, I’d have stripped the condom and been halfway out the door already.

What the fuck.

Astupidasshitpart of me wanted to scoop her up off the table and cuddle her against my chest until the sun set and the option of me heading back down the mountain disappeared. Hold her until she forgot about her list and whatever the fuck she meant about her fucking list not meaning me.

I shoved the dumbass ideas down deep and stepped back, lowering her legs as I moved. She let them hang off the edge of the table like a rag doll and another stupid ass part of me wanted to throw my head back and howl like some primitive beast. I’d wrecked her and was savagely proud of the fact.

But I still had a condom that needed trashed and I needed to figure out how to get down off this mountain ASAP.

“We should try the shower out back.”

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