Page 91 of Dear Rockstar (Dear Rockstar 1)

“It’s lovely,” I whispered against his shirt. “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve a great deal more than this, beautiful, and I intend to give it to you.” He clutched me tightly.

“Will you put it on me?” I pulled away to hand the locket to him and lifted my hair. He put it around my neck and took a moment to do the clasp. I felt his breath touch the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck. I let my hair fall and turned to look at him.

“Dale.” I said his name quietly, running my hand along his jaw. “Thank you. For this. For understanding. For everything.”

“Do I have to say you’re welcome? You’re always welcome.” He opened his arms and I went to him, snuggling in close, closer.

“We need some mistletoe,” I murmured.

“What for?” His eyes were closed.

“So you’d have an excuse to kiss me.”

He smiled, flashing that sweet dimple and looking at me. “I don’t need an excuse.”

o;Lift,” he instructed, and I did, letting him slide my panties down over my hips, hearing his intake of breath when he saw me, finally, fully nude in front of him.

And still, he took his time, tracing the line of my pubic hair, a curly, dark blond triangle, first across the top, then down the crease of my thighs, making me squirm.

“Dale,” I cried, feeling his nose brush through the seam of my sex. “Oh God, please!”

“Mmm.” He couldn’t say anything else, because his mouth was fastened over my sex, all that expert tongue kissing suddenly becoming more than just a tease as he began to kiss my clit. Just like he had with my mouth, he started slow, licking and sucking gently, flicking his tongue, making me gasp and rock my hips up to meet him.

“Oh God!” I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even want to. His tongue was doing things to me I couldn’t believe, my body quivering, thighs spread so wide my muscles were stretched taut. Dale groaned against me, his tongue mashed flat, back and forth, hands cupping my behind, lifting me to him so he could drink me in as my climax washed over me like a tidal wave. And still he didn’t stop, kissing my sex again and again, just like he had my mouth, like he never wanted it to end, and neither did I.

“Dale!” I gasped, my hand moving in his hair, my eyes half-lidded as I watched him devour me. “Oh again! Again!”

My second orgasm followed my first so quickly it left me almost sobbing, shuddering like I’d just swallowed a live wire as he climbed up between my legs, not giving me even a moment to catch my breath before he was sliding himself up and down the sensitive flesh of my sex.

“Oh fuck.” He stopped, poised at the entrance, looking down at me. “God. Sara. I could come right now, just looking at you.”

I slipped a hand behind his head, bringing his mouth down to mine. I could taste myself and I sucked on his tongue, hearing him growl low in his throat as he thrust deep inside of me for the first time. We both gasped, eyes locked. I felt him, thick and throbbing, and I couldn’t help it—I squeezed him with my muscles, wanting more, more.

Dale moaned, shaking his head, biting his lip, struggling to stay in control.

“You want to come?” I whispered, touching my finger to his lips, the same lips I’d kissed a hundred times, a thousand, until my mouth was swollen and red and chaffed from his.

“No. Yes.” He moaned, eyes closing as I squeezed him again, gently, little flutters. “Oh my God. Fuck! Sara!’

“Mmmm so good,” I murmured, sliding my arms around his neck, wanting to feel him on me, all of him. “Come here.”

He let himself down onto me with a soft, relenting moan, let me wrap him up in my limbs and rock him, his cock like molten steel, impaling me over and over, his breath hot steam against my throat.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness. “Oh yes, like that. Do it harder. I want all of you.”

He grabbed my shoulders, giving himself more leverage as he spread my thighs wider with his, rutting into me now, lost, completely out of control, and I loved it, hanging onto him for dear life, nails digging into the hard muscles of his back. I locked my ankles, arching and pulling him in deeper, my heels digging into his ass, feeling his muscles working as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Ahhhh God,” he cried, arching back, hands planted on either side of my head now, his lower lip pulled in between his teeth as he emitted a low sound, a rising growl, his cock swollen to bursting inside of me. Just looking at him, the hard planes of his muscles working under his flesh, pulled taut, belly twitching, his cock too, made me want to come.

I whimpered, reaching down to rub my clit, so sensitive, immediately responsive. Dale’s eyes flew open and he looked down at what I was doing, at the place where we were joined, my fingers moving furiously in my wetness, taking myself just where I wanted to go.

“Come on,” I panted, meeting his eyes. “Do it. Come with me.”

He dipped his head to kiss me as he pulled out, out, almost all the way out, making me cry out against his mouth, and then slid back in with one, two, three, oh God, yes, like that, I lost count, but then he was coming, and so was I, a sweet, rising delirium, both of us catching and riding the crest of a wave.

I felt every pulse of him as he buried himself inside of me, his body twisting on top of mine as if one more centimeter either way might drive us both up just a little bit higher. My pussy clamped down on him like a vise, milking his glorious length with every delicious spasm. Dale cried out, calling my name, biting my shoulder and my neck, both of us lost in one final, beautiful release, our bodies melting together as he collapsed his full weight onto mine.

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