Page 36 of Parentmoon

With his fingers still wrapped over mine, I draw his hand to my inner thigh.

Dallas hums behind me and releases his hold on my fingers, taking over from where I’ve placed them. He cups me hard at first, palming me and forcing my legs to spread. I hitch my leg over his as we lay on our sides.

“Dreamin’ of me, too, darlin’?” His voice is husky, greedy even.

He delves into my underwear, two fingers entering me, finding me instantly wet, and answering his question. “You were dreamin’ of me.”

I hate to admit I was worried about a lizard tickling my arm, so instead, I say, “I was dreaming about a dragon-slaying knight laying his sword between my legs.”

Dallas chuckles hard behind me, while continuing to work his fingers in and out, prepping me. I rock against him, brushing at the heavy length against my backside.

“Might be a little lazy and quick, darlin’.” He kisses my neck and scrapes his teeth over my shoulder. Then he’s pushing down my underwear. I take over and he removes his own boxer briefs behind me. Within seconds, we’re back in position and his ‘sword’ is between my legs. His fingers work my clit.

I’m softly moaning, as he teases me with the tip of his dick at my entrance.

“Not gonna last, Jo.”

He’s so close. He could easily slip inside me, but we need to be smart. “Condom,” I whimper.

“You on anything?”

I take the pill for my periods, but I still don’t know enough about Dallas and his sexual history, and questioning him would interrupt this moment.

Sensing my hesitation, Dallas pulls away and I hear the drawer to the nightstand open. With my heart still hammering, I rub my thighs together, keeping up a small semblance of friction while Dallas covers himself.

He quickly returns to me. Fingers on my sensitive nub. Cock at my entrance. “Gonna always protect you, darlin’.” The statement could mean so many things, but I take it at face value.

He slips forward, jackknifing me a bit for a better fit. His fingers still work on the trigger spot while he pummels into me. Back and forth, he moves, groaning and encouraging me.

“My cock wants you dripping all over me.”

I’m clutching the edge of the bed, while pressing myself into him, drawing him deeper into me.

“Dallas.” Breathlessly, I chant his name when the rush hits me. I’m so wet, I am dripping. Dallas taps that sensitive spot inside me, triggering my orgasm which takes its time, sweet and lasting.

“That’s it, darlin’. Mark me as yours.”

The high hasn’t fully dropped when Dallas pushes at my hip, rolling me to my front. He balances over me, and I try to lift my knees, giving him a better angle to enter me. He doesn’t seem to care. He’s thrusting into me, hell-bent on chasing his own release. One of his hands cups my shoulder, tugging at me. The other holds him upright as he pistons into me.

“Darlin’ . . . Jo . . . sweetest pussy—” He stills, and my breath hitches as he goes off inside me, marking me.

I’m never going to be the same after these moments with him.

While earlier he mentioned we have days to go, the seconds are quickly eating away at our time. Funny how only two days ago I was worried about spending time with Dallas. Now, I’m not certain I’ll ever have enough of him.

He collapses on top of me before rolling to his side, taking me with him. We lay on our sides, catching our breaths and savoring the last seconds of connection.

He swipes a hand up my back. “Okay, darlin’?”

I’m still trying to regain my breath, so I nod. I’m better than okay. I’m better than I’ve felt in a long time, and I only wish it could last longer than the phase of a parentmoon.

Chapter 10

When it is officially morning, the sky is still dim. Dallas moves around the house, collecting his things for a day of fishing, as I drift on the edge of wakefulness. Soft taps climb the staircase one more time and I open my eyes. Dallas lowers beside the bed, knees cracking as he squats. His eyes meet mine.

“Morning, darlin’.”

“Good morning.”