Page 12 of Caught A Vibe

“I’m going to make this good for you. I promise.”

I can only nod. Without breaking eye contact he slides two fingers into my now desperate pussy, slowly, deliberately advancing and retreating. He crooks them just how I showed him and strokes along my inner wall. Engorged from my first orgasm, my G-spot is super sensitive, and I gasp and jerk when he brushes over it.

Dash freezes immediately. This man misses nothing. “You okay?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.

“Yep, ah, you found it.”

His frown transforms to a toothy grin, as if I’ve given him a gold star. He is definitely an excellent student.

“Do you want to keep going? Or do we need to slow things down?” he asks.

“If we go any slower, I’m gonna scream.”

“You’ll tell me if you need something different.”

It isn’t a question, nor a command, but more a verbal confirmation we are in this together. “Absolutely. Carry on.”

Still grinning, he puts his mouth to work, licking my entire pussy, side to side, end to end, around his fingers relentlessly driving me higher.

I’ve known him for less than twelve hours, and he has already taken more care and time to figure out my needs than my last three partners combined. Maybe that says something about my choice of partners, but I’m pretty sure it says a hell of a lot more about him as a person. And I like what I’m hearing.

I want to keep puzzling him out, but his fingers moving inside me against the rhythm of his tongue when he settles on my clit shuts down my frontal cortex pretty quickly. I react with pure instinct, straight from my amygdala, and I love every second of it. He is driving me out of my mind, and I’m riding shotgun with the map.

“More. Up. There!” I barely manage to gasp single syllables, but he understands. He gets the rhythm just right, and words flow from my lips like water. “Yes, yes, just like that, yes, oh my God.”

I am losing control, my body twitching against his, delirious for the epic release looming. I squeeze my breasts, needing the pressure, and he sucks my clit hard into his mouth. I shatter and scream, the tremors separating my mind from my body. It goes on and on as he holds on for dear life, keeping the rhythm as best he can.

This man is a fucking gem. I’ve never ridden a partnered orgasm for so long or so hard, and I am still shaking when he pulls his fingers gently from my sheath. He stretches his fingers wide, and it is every bit as sexy as when a certain Mr. Darcy did it. He licks his fingers clean as he watches me and I shudder, helpless to do anything but respond.

Mr. Macfadyen has nothing on Dash Hall.

I lift my limp arms, and blessedly he understands my request. He lies down next to me and pulls me flush against him. The heat radiating off his body warms me to my core, and I curl my head against his shoulder, luxuriating in the flood of sensations in my body right now.

“That good, huh?” he asks, a grin to rival the lights of the Strip gleaming on his face.

“Mmhmm,” is the best I can manage as I lazily run my fingers through his mussed curls.

“Should I go and let you get some rest?” He trails a fingertip down my arm, and I shiver with delight.

“Stay.” I anchor him on top of me with my legs around his hips. I’m not letting him go until I absolutely have to.

His eyes roll back in his head before fluttering closed. “Let go, babe.”

“Uh-uh.”

He groans and pushes himself back. “It’s too good, Penny. You keep that up and I won’t get a chance to use the condom.”

“Go get it, then.” I’m slurring my words, pleasure-drunk. My brain still feels scrambled with euphoria, but I know I need to give him some attention.

He fumbles the foil with shaking hands, and I love it. I wish I could take him in my mouth, my hands, my ass. Play with him in all the ways I know how. But he has reduced me to raw nerve endings, and I can only watch as he pumps his thick length in his hand before smoothing the layer of latex down. Even as blissed-out as I am, my pussy clenches at the sight. I want him inside me.

He rolls me to my side and curls up, big spoon, behind me. His arms hold me safe and secure, treasured as he positions himself, cock thick and heavy prodding my ass. I tilt my hips back in welcome. He slides his insistent length between my thighs, gliding over my sensitive folds, evidence of my pleasure easing his glide. With slow, short strokes he teases me, but I am beyond playing, operating on base need. I arch my back and the tip of his cock slips inside me. I grip his hip behind me and rock back until he fills me completely.

“Are you sure, Penny?”

“Yes, Dash. Please, fuck me hard.”

Once again, this man does exactly as I ask. With my legs pressed together, it’s tight, and yet he fits perfectly, in so many ways. I’m afraid to contemplate those ways too deeply, so I give myself over to the moment. This might be the stupid portion of the evening, but I’ll take it. Full, even strokes, his balls slapping against me as he bottoms out, he takes me and erases any thought in my head beyondmore.

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