Page 50 of What I Like About You

Chapter Seventeen

Before Zaraeven knew what was happening, Dalton was laying her down on the bed. His movements were swift and purposeful but somehow unhurried. Placing a hand on either side of her shoulders, he leaned over her, caging her into the bed with his hard body. He never let up on the fevered kiss, which by this point had her so worked up she felt like she could scream. How was it that just kissing him was this thrilling?

She reached for the hem of his shirt again, this time able to actually get ahold of it. As she yanked it upward, he took the hint and released her mouth. He stood up to his full height and reached over to the bedside table, flicking on a small light before pulling his shirt up over his head. The soft yellow light from the lamp radiated off his beautifully tan skin, making him look like some sort of god. Sitting up slightly so she was resting on her elbow, Zara took in his magnificent form. All the long hours of physical labor on the boats had sculpted his already lean form into something even more defined. His golden skin was stretched across what seemed to be endless ridges and an expanse of taut muscle, and the hip-V that she’d always admired was now even more distinguished. It made Zara’s mouth water just looking at it.

“As cute as it is, I think it’s time we got you out of that swimsuit,” he said, scanning her up and down.

Zara pulled her cover-up over her head, tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed. A wave of self-consciousness hit her as she looked back at Dalton, who was still just standing at the edge of the bed, looking her up and down. The expression on his face was one of lust and desire, licking his lips as his gaze stopped on her breasts. Even though he’d seen her naked the other night, she couldn’t help but feel bashful in this moment. Pushing through that feeling, she reached up for the tie behind her neck, when one of Dalton’s hands grabbed her, stopping her from undoing the knot.

“Let me,” he whispered, and he reached behind her with his other hand and undid the double knot. A wave of slightly cool air hit her newly exposed skin as the top part of her swimsuit flopped open now that it wasn’t tied in place. Her breasts were fully exposed, along with all her emotions. But the almost feral look in his eye as he took in her large orbs sent a whole new rush through her. She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt her body respond to his reaction.

Not wasting any more time, Dalton dipped down, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. She gasped as his tongue circled the little nub, causing both breasts to tingle with need. His hands moved to her side and slowly worked her swimsuit off of her the rest of the way, never letting up on his oral assault. Once her swimsuit was discarded, he climbed up onto the bed, caging her in with his body again. She’d imagined this moment so many times, his body looming over her, with his mouth hard at work, rubbing his hips against hers. There was only one problem.

“Your shorts,” she said breathlessly. The attention he was still paying to her nipples had her heart racing. She had no idea her body could be this responsive just to having her nipples played with.

“Not yet. If I take them off, I won’t be able to control myself. And I want to take my time worshipping you first,” he said, switching to the other breast. A bolt of lust shot through her as he lightly bit down. Her sex tingled with anticipation, and if she didn’t get some kind of relief soon, she didn’t know what she would do.

“Tripp, please…I…need…” she mewled, grinding her hips under his, trying to migrate his attention south.

“You need what, Zara?” he asked playfully, stroking his hand up and down her side slowly. The feel of strong hands on her flesh made her shiver, even though her whole body was on fire. “You want me to play with that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Yes,” she managed to mutter, another shiver running through her.

“You like when I do that, huh? You like feeling my finger stroking you? Covered in your wetness?” he asked, as he lowered his hand to her sex. Slipping his thick fingers into her folds, he avoided direct contact with her clit, forming a V around it with his fingers and softly massaging her. The big, strong hand that had been holding her so tightly just a moment ago was now sweet and delicate in its touch.

Dalton picked up the pace a bit, rubbing her a little harder as he leaned in for another kiss. Just like all his kisses before, this one was fevered and passionate, but now it was also…consuming. She felt this kiss course through her body, and his hand continued to stroke her sex, fueling her desire. The hand still on her hip gripped a little tighter as he deepened the kiss even more. It was the kind of kiss that you read about in books or saw in movies. One that seemed to take over your soul and never let go. For a moment Zara thought that if no one else kissed her ever again, that this one would be enough to get her through. But that wasn’t quite right. It was more like this kiss ruined her for every other kiss yet to come.

"You’re so fucking wet,” Dalton said as he started to kiss down her body. Each one of his slow, open-mouth kisses sent a burst of electricity through her. She could still feel each spot he’d touched after he’d moved to the next, as if she were being branded by his mouth. When he reached her center, she could feel his breath on her, and it made her sex tingle with anticipation. “But I think this sweet little pussy of yours needs some proper attention. It needs to be worshipped. With my tongue.”

Zara gulped at his proclamation, and her body continued to zing. She had never been one for dirty talk. It had always made her feel so…well, dirty. But there was something about those words being uttered by Dalton that made them…enticing. That made her not only want to hear them, but return them as well.

“Yes…please…l-lick my pussy…” she said, her voice raspy with desire.

“Oh fuck, Zara. Hearing you say those words is so. Fucking. Hot.”

A gasp left her the moment Dalton’s tongue made contact with her center. Last night he’d taunted and teased her, drawing out the moment until she thought she was ready to burst. But tonight, he had other plans. He went straight for her clit, flicking and sucking like a mad man. Every inch of her body seemed to come alive as he played with the little bundle of nerves, sending her mind reeling. She could feel her orgasm start to build almost immediately. Starting deep in her core, she felt that tingle take over, and she knew that it would hit her hard—and soon. He was relentless in his attention, and she couldn't concentrate due to all the pleasure he was bringing her.

A moment later her climax hit, causing her to cry out, bucking wildly underneath him. He responded by tightening his grip on her hips again, never letting up on his mission. His tongue against her clit was sending sparks through her entire body. Her hand found the back of his head, holding him in place. Through the cloud of ecstasy she was soaring on, she heard him laugh in response. When she finally came down from wherever it was that he sent her and let go of his head, it took her a moment to catch her breath. So much for last night being the best orgasm of her life. Dalton now held the top three.

Slowly pushing himself up her body, he kissed her lightly. She could taste herself on his lips, and it made her drunk with desire all over again.

“You are exquisite, Zara,” he whispered.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” she responded, a coy smile lighting up her face. Reaching down in between them, she palmed the large, hard bulge in his shorts. She wanted so badly to just reach in there and take ahold of him. But she also really liked letting him be in charge.

“Find something you like?” he asked, returning her playful look.

“I think so. Can I take him out and see?”

“Absolutely,” Dalton said, already hopping off the bed and untying his trunks. As they fell to the floor, Zara’s eyes widened and she let out a gasp. His cock stood at full attention, and it was a beautiful sight—long, hard, and thick. She’d never seen one that perfect looking.

There was just one problem.

There was no way he was going to fit.

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"You’re…you’re…huge!”Zara whisper-shouted, her eyes glued to his dick.