Page 28 of Dash to Me
“I know exactly how I want to spend this rest break.” My hands are all over her, greedy and desperate, like I’m trying to memorize every inch of her with my fucking fingertips. My mouth crashes against hers, our tongues tangling in a messy kiss that left us both gasping for air. She moans into my mouth, her hips grinding against mine. My hands slip between her thighs to find she’s not wearing any underwear. Dirty girl. But all the better for me. “Something tells me you were waiting for this.” My knees hit the floor, spreading her open on the couch. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about since this morning.” With a groan, I dive in, using my tongue as a weapon until she writhes above me.
“Fuck,” she moans, as I suck on her clit causing her back to arch.
I don’t let up. Nope, my mouth works like a pro, alternating between sucking and licking, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“You want more?”
She bites her lip, and nods.
I slide two fingers inside, curling them upward, finding that spongy spot that makes her gasp and tighten around me immediately.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, her thighs trembling as I fucked her with my fingers and my tongue worked its magic. “Don’t stop!”
With a grin, I pull away long enough to look up at her. “You taste so fucking good.” I rub circles around her clit, slow and teasing, and she whimpers, her back arching off the couch.
“Please,” she begs, her voice trembling with need. “Please, just fuck me.”
Who am I to say no? I line myself up with her and slide into her in one rough thrust, her tight walls clamping down around me like a fucking vice. She screams my name, her nails digging into my shoulders as I start pounding into her with no mercy.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” she chants, her hips meeting mine with every brutal thrust.
“You like that?” I growl, reaching down to rub her clit. “You like getting fucked on our couch?”
“Yes!” she screams, her back arching as she comes hard on my cock, spasming around me. I’m not far behind, slamming into her one last time before I explode inside her. We collapse in a sweaty, panting heap, the couch now a sticky, soaked mess beneath us. I kiss her roughly, but she smiled up at me, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. “Welcome home.”
She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging gently. “I think we just christened the couch properly.”
I laugh, pulling her against me as we adjust our position. The leather sticks to our sweaty skin, making a peeling sound that should be gross but somehow isn’t. Not with her.
“Fuck, I needed that,” I say, kissing her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. “Been thinking about you all day.”
She hums, her fingertips tracing patterns on my chest. “I could tell. You practically attacked me the second you walked through the door.”
“You weren’t exactly fighting me off.” I smirk, giving her ass a playful squeeze. “No panties? That was deliberate.”
“Maybe.” Her eyes gleam with mischief. “Or maybe I just ran out of clean ones.”
“Bullshit.” I nip at her earlobe, making her shiver. “You know exactly what you do to me.”
She stretches against me like a satisfied cat, her body still flushed and glowing. “We should probably clean up before we ruin this couch completely.”
“Probably,” I agree, but make no move to get up. Instead, I pull her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair mixed with sex and sweat. “Five more minutes.”
Her laugh vibrates against my chest. “Five minutes turns into an hour with you.”
“Would that be so bad?” My hand slides up her thigh again, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin.
“We have dinner at your parents, remember?”
“Fuck! What time is dinner?”
“Seven, which means we have time for round two... in the shower.”
I’m already getting hard again at the suggestion. “Lead the way.”
She stands up, letting that flimsy sundress fall completely off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Naked and glorious, she walks toward our bathroom, throwing a look over her shoulder that could melt steel.
“Coming?” she asks, one eyebrow raised in challenge.
