Page 17 of Strike a Chord
He stopped her once his shirt was off, his own chest rising and falling rapidly.His gaze roamed her face.“God, you’re beautiful.”
Like fireworks erupting inside of her, everything turned hot and sparkly.She stood up, tore off her coat, then peeled her long-sleeve black shirt over her head.
They were both shirtless, standing there, out of breath.
It was only for a few heartbeats, though, before they crashed back together and he guided her over to the blue velour couch, slowly lowering her and covering her with his hard body, their lips never coming unconnected.
She reached for the button of his jeans, but he moved his hand there to stop her.“I don’t have a condom.”
“I …” She exhaled, then growled and shut her eyes briefly.“Right.And I went off birth control three years ago because it was giving me horrible side effects.”
Leave it to responsibility and adult logic to sober the mood.
His head tilted to the side.“But that doesn’t mean I can’t help you.”He sunk to his knees and reached for the waistband of her dark gray leggings, pulling them, along with her underwear down over her legs to her ankles.
“You don’t have to,” she said, closing her knees and twisting away.“I know it’s—”
“It’s what?”
“Not your job.”
“No.It’s not.”He scrunched his nose in a cute way.“I’d consider it a hobby if anything.Because Ienjoyit.And I would very much like to do it for you.”
“Y-you want to?”
His brows knitted to a V.“Jennifer, have you never had a man go down on you before?”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-five.”
He exhaled.“Well, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for then, don’t we?”Then he gently spread her knees and inched his face forward, flicking out his tongue.He hit her clit and her entire body nearly leaped off the couch.“Just relax,” he purred, placing a big hand on her lower belly to help hold her still.“Close your eyes and stop overthinking things.”
Swallowing, she did as she was told and shut her eyes.
What came next was nothing short of incredible.
His tongue laved at her clit in soft concentric circles before dipping down lower to her center, probing inside and then sweeping all the way up again.
Gently, he pressed one finger, then two inside her, crooking them forward until he really had to press down with his other hand to keep her pelvis from becoming airborne.
Sure, she’d had sex before and even orgasmed from time to time with a man.And she also on occasion masturbated.Usually when she was having a hard time sleeping or had read a particularly spicy chapter in one of her romance books.And she’d certainly read about the heroines in her novels getting oral sex from men, but she always figured the authors were overselling it.Because surely, of at least the four men she’d been with in her life, one would have wanted to go down on her, right?
That’s when a terrifying thought hit her and she shoved up and away from Dax, kneeing him in the head in the process before she slammed her thighs closed.
He pressed his hand to his head, his eyes shut.“What happened?”he asked, in a daze.“Did I hurt you?”
“Do I taste bad?”she blurted.“Do I have a funny or weird, or gross smell down there?”
Still rubbing his head where she’d hit him with her knee, he peeled one gray eye open, the flecks of silver around his irises glowing like tinsel on a Christmas tree under the overhead lights.“What?”
“D-do I taste bad?”
“Why would you ask me such a thing?”
“B-because … I’ve been with four men in my life.Only four.I know that number is low, but it is what it is.I’m a serial monogamist.And I don’t put out on the first date.”She paused.“I mean, this is a first for me.I don’t normally do … this.And this isn’t even a date.”She slammed the heel of her palm to her forehead.“Oh god.Is that worse?That we haven’t even been on a date and we’re …?”
