Page 82 of Surrender
“I’d rather be here instead of some after-party, and I had Hayden drop me off. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It’s definitely a sweet surprise,” she responded.
Dallis placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close, swaying them to the music. “I didn’t feel like one dance was enough.”
Colbie wrapped her arms around his neck. “You did all this because you wanted another dance?” she teasingly asked.
Dallis smirked at her. “Yes, and no. I wanted another dance, but I also have other plans.”
They swayed to the music. One song filtered into another, and by this time, one of his hands had slipped down to grip her ass. Her eyes closed as his lips ghosted over her exposed shoulder. Her head tilted to the side when he began to trail his lips up her neck.
“I told you I would enjoy getting you out of this dress,” he stated next to her ear before nipping her earlobe.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“I’ve decided to unwrap this gift slowly.”
Colbie didn’t have a problem with that. If he wanted to take his time, she wouldn’t object. They had all night and tomorrow if they needed it, and she got the feeling that they were definitely going to need it.
Dallis continued to sway with her, one hand on her hip and the other behind her neck. He undid the two buttons at the back of her neck, holding the front of her dress up. His hand came around to the front of her neck, gripping it over the fabric as he placed his lips on hers.
Colbie allowed him to control the kiss, her tongue following his as he kissed her slowly, tasting her mouth and leaving no part of it untouched by his tongue. She squeezed her thighs together. The sensual kiss traveled from her lips straight to her pussy as he turned her on. Riled her up with nothing but the power of his lips and tongue, and she wasn’t surprised. She’d been on the receiving end of his tongue’s capabilities, and the anticipation was aphrodisiacal.
He pulled away from the kiss, running his tongue over her bottom lip as he began to pull the fabric around her neck down. Dallis pulled away from her lips to watch the fabric of her dress slowly move down her chest under his manipulation. Her breasts were revealed, clad in strapless black lace, the back strap transparent.
Dallis removed his hand from her hip, hooking his thumb in the left side of her dress, while his hand, which had been pulling the fabric from the front, moved to the right side. He slowly continued to push the dress down, his eyes roaming over every bit of flesh exposed as he did so, and Colbie felt as if she was already naked. The searing heat that caressed her body from his gaze was as intense as ever.
The dress moved down her waist and over her hips, and she felt as if it were at an agonizingly slow pace. Dallis hadn’t been joking when he said he wanted to unwrap his gift slowly. That was precisely what she felt like—a sultry, desired gift.
When the dress finally pooled to the floor, Colbie stepped out of it, standing in front of him in just her bra and matching black lace panties. Dallis took a step back to take her in. His gaze ran over her, hotter than before, and she watched him lick his bottom lip.
After a moment of his appreciative perusal, he stepped back into her space. His right hand ghosted over her hip, and the soft touch felt heavy on her skin. His left hand slipped behind her, and he unclasped her bra, pulling it from her and tossing it aside.
Dallis placed a soft kiss on her lips, then her chin, down the hollow of her neck, and across her chest before kissing first her left nipple and then her right. He continued his kisses down the valley of her stomach. Dropping to his knees as his thumbs slid into both sides of her panties. As he pushed them down, he nipped at her hip.
Colbie’s panties fell to the floor, and before she could even step out of them, Dallis threw her right leg over his shoulder and buried his tongue in her pussy. She released an unexpectant moan, her hand going to the top of his head to grip his hair.
His tongue moved in a circle inside of her, and she threw her head back. Colbie always enjoyed the way he fucked her with his tongue, pushed it as deep as he could, and used it the same way he would his dick. The first time he’d done it, she was sure her pussy had never been eaten that way, and damn, had she liked it.
Her hips rocked, her body rolling as she moved against his tongue. Dallis flicked it inside of her, and Colbie’s moans trickled past her lips and flowed to the ceiling.
“Fuck, baby,” she breathed into the air.
Dallis slowly removed his tongue from her pussy, only to suck her clit into his mouth. Colbie knew what he was doing. He wanted her to cum, and he always pulled clitoral orgasms from her effortlessly. He knew just how to suck, how much pressure to use, and what friction to add to have her toppling over the edge in just a couple of minutes. She would have almost felt embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good.
He sucked her clit, the warmth of his lips spurring her on as she shifted from her previous back-and-forth rocking, transitioning to a slow circular, undulating of her hips. Colbie could feel her first orgasm brewing, bubbling to the service. The tip of his tongue pressed against the tip of her clit, the perfect amount of friction from his teeth, and her release seeped from her.
“Mm, Dallis.” It was a breathy moan, a soft declaration.
He slowly removed her leg from his shoulder and stood. The lower half of his face was covered in her wetness, and Colbie ran her thumb over his lower lip before slipping it into his mouth. Dallis sucked on it briefly before she removed it.
Colbie made her way to the bed, sitting at the end of it. She crossed one leg over the other, realizing she was still wearing her heels, but she didn’t mind. If he wanted them off, she would give him the honor of removing them; if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be the first time.
“I want you to do something for me,” she stated.
“What’s that, beautiful?”
“Strip for me.”
