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“Playing with your nipples turned you on, didn’t it?”
I nod eagerly.
“I can tell. You’re dripping right through these tight little leggings.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“You’re fucking adorable.” He chuckles lightly before applying the smallest amount of pressure to the throbbing pulse between my legs. “Trust me, it’s a good thing. There’s nothing hotter than knowing how much my touch turns you on.”
“It feels really good,” I moan, letting my hips roll against his hand.
Why does this feel so good?
The intense feeling of ecstasy rolls through my body with every move of my hip. Dallas isn’t doing anything but applying just the right amount of pressure. I can’t believe this is really happening, and I don’t want it to stop.
“That’s it, Poppy. Take what you need from me.”
He presses harder, using two fingers to rub circles on the outside of my leggings. This feels wrong, but it feels so damn right. My hands claw at his shoulders, my mouth parts, and he presses his body into mine, not daring to remove his hands from between my legs.
He presses his forehead to mine, and his lips hover over mine as our breath mingles in the air between us. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. It’s the most intense feeling. I want to scream, cry, and call out his name. My legs shake under me, and I feel like I’ll collapse into a puddle at any minute, but he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t stop me from moving my hips against his hand.
I feel his body tighten around me while stars begin to dance across my vision. My eyes flutter closed, and my head falls backas everything hits me like a wave crashing on the shore during a storm. His lips move to my neck, and his other hand plays with my breast, tweaking my nipple one time before the thunder rolls through my body—a lightning strike up my spine.
“Dallas,” I cry out.
“Yes,” he grunts. “That’s it. Say my name when you come for me.”
Is that what this feeling is?
Holy mother of— “Dallas!”
The feeling doesn’t let up. I can’t see straight, my legs can no longer hold me up, and Dallas knows it because both arms wrap around my lower back, pulling me flush to him. I miss the feeling of his hands between my legs, but it’s replaced with a thick, muscular thigh. My body tingles in a way I’ve never experienced before. I can barely breathe as my hips roll against his leg.
“Come for me, honey,” he whispers against my skin.
I don’t know how to make myself do that, but the moment he applies more pressure between my legs with his thigh, I’m sent flying over the edge of the cliff I’ve been standing on. I moan and cry out in pleasure. I feel soaked between my legs as a rush of new feelings washes over me.
This is it. This is what an orgasm feels like.
Everything begins to subside, my breathing still fast, but steady. I take a step back from him. Almost feeling embarrassed that it just happened, but also feeling sedated. My body wants to collapse and fall into the deepest sleep I’ve ever had.
I watch as Dallas adjusts himself in his pants. My eyebrows knit in confusion when I notice a wet spot on his grey sweatpants between his legs, away from the one on his upper thigh that I clearly put there.
He looks down and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“That’s my line.”
He smirks, stepping back into me as he cups my face betweenhis hands. He bends down and softly presses his lips to mine. It’s not rushed or hungry; it’s confirmation he wanted it too.
It’s silently telling me I’m enough.
And for the first time, I actually believe it.
Dallas didn’t stay long after that. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he needed to change, and I needed a shower. In the short time he did stay after, his hands never left my body in any way while we talked about Sage and the progress he’s made coaching the kids in town.
Holding my hand.
Sitting next to each other, arms or legs touching.
