Page 89 of One Night Only
“I love you, Goldie.” He kisses my lips again, no tongue, just lips and breaths, and it’s beautiful. “I love you so much.”
I reach behind his head, raking my fingers through his hair, holding him to me so I can deepen our kiss. “Make love to me, Dallas,” I murmur against him.
Returning my kiss with fervor, Dallas licks his tongue into my mouth. And as he brings me to the brink with a single kiss, his hand grazes its way back down over my breast, my stomach, stopping between my legs. When his fingers find my center, he hisses against my lips, sinking two fingers inside.
“Chrissake, baby,” Dallas utters. “So wet. So warm. So tight. So… fucking… mine.”
“Ohmygod,” I whimper when he turns his fingers, curling them and putting delicious pressure on the one spot that will forever be his.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as he attaches his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking, biting.
“I’m so close, Dallas.” I moan, my thighs quaking as that coil of pleasure deep inside starts to tighten. “I need you.”
“Fuuuucck,” Dallas groans. “Say that again.”
“Ineedyou,” I plead through a whimper when he hits me just right, throwing my head back against the pillows.
Slowly removing his hand from my center, Dallas stares intomy eyes, sucking me off his fingers, lips curled up into a wicked smirk as if he knows exactly what that does to me. Then, pressing one slow, lingering kiss to my lips, slow enough for me to taste myself, he pushes up and moves off the bed.
Removing his hoodie and t-shirt, his eyes blaze through the darkness of the room, boring into mine as he unfastens his belt and releases his zipper. I lift up enough to watch him, resting on my elbows, tracking every single movement as he pushes his jeans and black boxer briefs down his long, muscular legs, and I’m forced to swallow hard.
Standing there, in all his naked glory, his long, thick cock jutting up, Dallas wraps a hand around the base and gives his impressive length a leisurely stroke as his gaze travels over my body, taking me in with the sort of reverence that makes me realize he really does love me. Me, and my scars.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Dallas murmurs, stroking himself as his gaze lands between my thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment since our first night together.”
The bed dips as he crawls over to me, beginning at my knees and peppering kisses all over my skin, up my legs, paying attention to the dip in my hip, the hollow of my belly button, my breasts where he kisses each one, dragging his tongue over them and between them, up over my chest, stopping at the hot spot at the base of my neck and flicking his tongue over it the way he would normally lick my sex, and I feel it all the way down in my core.
When I feel his thick erection press up against where I need him the most, my hips buck involuntarily, my back arching off the bed, desperate for him to sink into me. But then my brain catches up, and I gasp out, “We need a condom!”
Dallas pulls back enough to look at me.
“I’m sorry…” My words tremble with humiliation because I wish I’d had this conversation before this moment. This is so not the time to have it. “I-I’m not on birth control. I can’t be on birth control… because of the hormones… I-I don’t even know if I can get pregnant, but I can’t risk it… I-I...” I want to die. “I’m sorry for ruining the moment,” I finally say on a resigned sigh.
Dallas grins, dimples popping, and I’m a little taken aback because why the hell is he smiling right now? I’m mortified and he’s grinning.
“First of all—” He takes my hand and guides it between our bodies, stopping at his length. “Does it feel like you ruined the moment, Goldie?”
My cheeks flush when I feel just how hard he is. Instinctively, I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him. His eyes flutter closed on a stifled moan.
“Secondly, what have I told you about apologizing?” His eyes fly open, and I catch a hint of warning in his gaze, his forehead wrinkling with what appears to be pain as my grip around him tightens.
I bite down on my bottom lip in an attempt to conceal my own sounds, reveling in the way he looks like he’s about to come undone from my touch alone.
“Baby, if you keep that up, I’m going to come all over your hand,” Dallas mutters, burying his face into my shoulder.
I smile at the thought, but I don’t want him to come in my hand. Not tonight, at least. Tonight, I want him inside of me when he comes. I want to look in his eyes when he comes. I want us to come together, as one. So I release him, and he pulls back, kissing my lips before reaching over into his nightstand.
In a matter of seconds, he’s sheathed and hovering over me, stroking himself again as his hungry eyes rake over my body. With one forearm resting by my head, holding himself up so as not to crush me, his body covers mine, his hips nestling between my thighs. Wrapping my arms around him, I look deep into his eyes as he eases himself inside me inch by glorious inch, stealing all my breath, both of us groaning when he bottoms out, hitting me so deep I see stars.
“Oh, fuck, Goldie,” Dallas rasps. He lifts my left leg, hitching my knee higher, opening me just a touch more so he can sink alittle deeper. His fingers gently move my hair from my face so he can see deep into my eyes. “You’re it for me, baby. Fucking endgame.”
When he starts to move, I feel my insides clench. He pulls out slowly, sliding back in at a delicious pace, his thickness gliding against the spot that makes my toes tingle. His pelvis presses against my clit, and I moan at the contact. I can feel every part of him. I’m so full, but it’s also not quite enough. I’m greedy. Only for Dallas.
“Harder,” I plead on a heavy breath. “Faster.”
“Look at me, Goldie,” he hisses. “I want you to look at me while I claim you.”
His hips piston, harder and faster. With every thrust, he pushes me closer and closer to that peak. I hold onto him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he plunders me, fucking me with reckless abandon. It’s hot, hard, fast, and a little rough, yet the look in his eyes is anything but. Dallas is looking at me like I’m his everything, and I can feel it, deep down in my heart.
