Page 68 of More Than Chemical
His face turned a little redder than it already was.
It didn’t take him much to get my bra off. My breasts were free, and I gasped, in a good way. I’d gone this far before, in high school, but it had been weird and awkward. Now it felt right, natural, like my breasts were there purely to be cupped by Dallas, worshiped with his tongue.
I arched my hips against him. His torso was hard, and underneath his boxers, he was harder.
He coaxed one of my nipples to a peak, and a delightful ache traveled straight to my groin.
I couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer. I needed him completely nakedright now. I tugged on the elastic at his waist, over the ridge of his tapered hips. “Can we get these off?”
He helped me, all the while staring down at me with eyes that wanted to gobble me up. It made my heart warm and mushy, my lungs panting for breath.
Then he was naked, and I couldn’t stop looking, at his rigid abs, the deep vee just below them.
On the bus, before the girls and I had plunged, I’d made a joke that everything in Texas was bigger. But Dallas wasn’t huge, and he wasn’t little. He was perfect.
He rested on his side next to me and started tracing circles on my stomach. “Ade,” he said.
I liked him looking at me. The appreciation, the fervor in his eyes.
“Mm,” I mumbled.
“We don’t have to go any further than this. Us having sex is not the only reason I want to be with you right now.”
I pushed him over and crawled on top of him with my underwear still on.
He groaned.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt, having him right there, underneath me. I leaned over, laying my heart on his chest, creating friction between us as I moved. “But I want to.”
A pain shot through me. I’d just lied. Yes, I wanted sex. But I also wanted him in every possible way. And the more time I spent with him, the more I reveled in this feeling of being entangled with him.
I moved up and down along the length of his body, kissing him.
He moaned into my mouth. “So sexy. You’re so sexy.”
His hands rubbed my thighs, my butt, and then he was guiding me along him like I was a train engine and he was my track.
Then a thought came whizzing into my brain. Condoms.
Glancing around the room, I looked for my purse. I had some in my purse. The ones I’d taken from the RA on my floor.
“What’s the matter?” Dallas’s hands were still gripping my hips, but we’d both stopped moving.
I looked down at him. “I think we should get a condom.”
He smiled, rolled me over, and laid me down on his bed. “Good idea.”
The fact that he had to get out of the bed made me feel better. He didn’t keep a pile of them right next to the headboard.
He set the wrapper on the mattress and leaned over me, kissing my belly button and trailing his tongue all the way down to the top of my underwear. I squirmed as a shiver went straight down my legs to my feet, making my toes curl.
Resting his chin on my pelvis, he stared up at me. It was enthralling to see him from this angle, his mouth so close to the heartbeat of my desire. I didn’t want to buck him off, but it took superhuman strength for me not to move my hips.
“I’m going to take off your underwear, and then I’m going to kiss you down there.” He glanced down to the spot between my legs and returned this gaze to me. His eyes were deep and bottomless, and I was falling into them. “You okay?” he asked.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t make a sound. Kiss me? There? I thought I might faint. Not only from embarrassment, but because the mere sound of his voice speaking those words sent me into a throbbing mess. I couldn’t imagine what having his lips on me like that would feel like, but I wanted it. Desperately. So I nodded.
He pulled down my underwear and tossed them aside. His thumb touched me, and my hips thrust skyward.Breathe. Just breathe.
