Page 88 of The Girlfriend Card
With every thrust, our moans began to rise, and Dakota buried himself a little deeper. I took more of him, one inch after another, determined to takeallof him—until a funny thing happened: his pelvis touched mine, and we ground to a halt, completely joined. There was no more distance between us, no more space to fill, nothing more to give or take.
I clung to him, lightly grazing his back with my nails. He held me close, his touch both loving and possessive. I felt so happy, so full, so completelywholewith him buried completely inside me. He stroked my cheek and petted my hair and we kissed, just basking in each other’s warmth and the union we’d created.
I whispered his name. “Dakota …”
He responded in kind, speaking my name with the utmost respect. “Ottavia.”
With nothing hindering us, Dakota gently pulled us apart, and immediately put us back together again. The rhythm between us began to build, and I felt his arousal growing stronger inside me.
And I wanted more.
“Faster,” I whispered in his ear.
He obeyed, picking up speed. Thrusting in and out, an urgent pressure began to build inside me, making my toes curl with pleasure.
Still, I wanted more.
“Harder!” I told him.
Dakota found a new gear, his muscled waist clapping against the bottom of my thighs. The pressure inside me began to spread, becoming a heavenly tension that twisted my tummy and knotted my core.
It feltamazing,but still, I wanted more.
“Deeper!”
The athlete’s breath quickened as he bore into me with all his might, each forceful thrust penetrating deeper than the last. I felt my insides unfurling, as if to make room for his big dick, as he relentlessly pounded erogenous zones I never even knew existed.
“Yes!” I screamed, the pressure inside me mounting.
The moment I sensed it reaching its peak, I was already careening over the edge.
“Oh my God, I’m coming!” I cried out, my body trembling.
“I’m coming, too!” Dakota gasped in response.
Our groans and moans filled the bedroom, and our bodies convulsed together, as euphoric waves of release washed over us. Breathless, we held each other tightly, our bodies quivering in the aftermath.
Once we could catch our breaths, Dakota kissed me on the lips. “Thank you,” he said.
I was no longer a virgin. And I’d lost it to a really great man.
“Thankyou,” I replied, grinning.
23
Dream Girl
Dakota
Shortly after, Ottavia fell asleep with me spooning her from behind. I probably could’ve fallen asleep, too—that wasusuallywhat I did after I banged a girl, after all: I rolled over and zonked out.
But with Ottavia, it was different. I didn’t feel like we’dbangedso much as we’d made love.
Made love?I caught myself, silently chuckling.Are you going crazy, bro?
I didn’t know what to make of these feelings—but I also didn’t have to figure them out right now. I scooted closer and squeezed her gently, careful not to wake her. She gave a sleepy little moan in response and wiggled, pressing her body tighter against mine. I loved the way her body fit so perfectly into mine. Hell, I loved simply lying there and listening to the rise and fall of her breath. She seemed so peaceful, I was filled with a sense of calm, of belonging. It was sometime around then, with Ottavia sleeping in my arms, that I realized I never wanted to let her go.
I’d never felt that way about a woman before. And I really wish I could say that it was a good feeling—and sure, that realization put a fuzzy warmth in my churning heart. But it wasa bittersweet feeling, too. Because I knew how these next few weeks or months of my life were going to go: I was going to continue to fall for this girl, until she broke things off, because shehadto. She had too much at stake. Hell, so did I. Our circumstances would never allow us to be together.
