Page 72 of Accidental Blind Date
“Yeah well, he didn’t seem to think so.”
“You’re gorgeous. Stunning even,” Dax says, and I don’t know how to respond. I’m not used to hearing those sorts of things. And he knows. Because he follows with, “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“When you’re told the same thing for years it’s hard to just change the way you think.”
“I understand,” he says, his hands still cradling my face softly. His thumbs brush over my cheeks. “I know words mean nothing sometimes. Especially when you’re used to them being sharp. So how about if Ishowyou…”
That’s when he finally kisses me. It’s soft, not pushy. Close mouthed at first and earth shattering in its simplicity. Enough so that I have to hang onto him as my knees grow weak at the intimacy of it. Then, when we need air, our lips part and his tongue presses gently to mine.
I hold on tighter, my hands untucking his shirt, finding their way to the smooth skin of his toned back. I’m not groping…I just want to feel him. We kiss like that for a while, exploring each other’s mouths without urgency or need. But when the desire grows tangible, we pull back and undress ourselves, our gazes embraced as each layer falls to the floor at our feet. Once we are fully exposed, his eyes trace the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts and everywhere else.
He reaches out and places his hands on my hips and kisses me again, slowly backing me to the bed. I lay back and he crawls beside me, kissing me again. His mouth makes its way down my neck, taking time to suckle every erogenous nerve down to my collar bone and further still.
I watch as he kisses my breasts, teasing them first then finally covering my nipples with his warm lips, taking time to pamper each one. My back arches and I can feel the heat rushing to my thighs, making me wet with need. Dax moves on to my stomach, my hips, back up to my breasts again to edge me further, his mouth kissing and sucking and tickling every inch of my body that I’ve been taught to hide and hate.
Then he kisses my inner thighs, the sensation of his tongue and the brush of his now past five o'clock shadow making my skin tingle. He props himself up on his side next to me, his face near mine, looking down at me as I lay on my back. Then his fingers wander and play, stroking, rubbing, flicking, and teasing. Not too fast, not too slow.
I gasp, bite my lips, moan, part my knees further apart, wanting and aching for more but hoping the sensations as they are don’t end.
“God, Libby,” he whispers huskily. “You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
“Hurts? I think it feels pretty great,” I joke and he smiles.
“Does it?” he asks and then his fingers find my clit.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan as he picks up the pace, knowing exactly where to stroke and just how much pressure to use to throw me over the edge, moaning and writhing on the bed, gripping the sheets in my hands while I orgasm not once, not twice, but three times because even when I pulsate and come, he doesn’t stop, sending me into multiple fits of pleasure.
Afterwards, I lay there in a warm daze, and he kisses me with a small smile before climbing on top of me and pressing his still hard cock deep inside me. I am wet enough that he slides in with ease and both of us let out a contented groan.
“Fuck, Libby. You feel so good,” he says, his voice gravelly. “But I wantyouto feel good.”
Dax starts to glide, in and out, slowly, and harder with each thrust. There is no hurry. We want to feel every sensation, revel in every nerve coming alive. His arms, which are caged over me as we resume the missionary stance, start to shake a little, the muscles and veins on full display. And with that, he rolls onto his side.
“Roll over,” he tells me, before pulling my back to his front, spooning me. A moment later I feel him inside me again and my God the angle is glorious. Deep, full, and new. Dax grinds his hips against mine and we move fluidly, his dick leaving a wet trail of heat with each push and pull. He reaches around and plays with my nipples while continuing to fuck me from behind and I moan again.
“Fuck, Dax…”
“You’re so hot, baby girl. So, fucking hot.”
His hand moves down to my clit again, stroking it and reigniting all the previous fire as if the flames never went out.
“Dax,” I whimper, I’m going to come.”
With that, he clutches my hip and thrusts deeper, harder, faster. “Come for me, baby girl.”
I can feel it coming, ripping through me at full speed. My toes curl and my jaw unhinges and as Dax feels the same in his own desperate body, he takes my hand in his lacing our fingers together and hanging on.
We both cry out as the orgasm ripples through our bodies, wave after wave until finally letting go. And for a moment we simply lay there, wrapped up in each other, catching our breaths, finding our footing.
After a moment, I roll over to face him, and we are both smiling. Dax brushes my messy hair from my face and kisses my forehead. I reach for a yellow, paisley blanket and pull it over us, and we cozy down.
“Do you, I mean, would you want to stay the night?” I ask, knowing the girls are with his sister-in-law.
I hold my breath waiting for the answer but let it out slowly when a smile stretches across his face.
“I was hoping you’d ask.”
And with that, we fall asleep, tangled together.
