Page 58 of Penalty Kick

Stepping back, Talia tugged gently at the knot tied on her one side. That simple move was all it took for the fabric to fall open, revealing Talia’s luscious body. A shimmy later, the dress was on the floor, and Talia stood before him in nothing but a tiny black thong. Unable to hold back, Dash let out a groan, all the blood in his body rushing to his already hard cock. He'd been sure that had he been asked a moment ago, he would have said he was already as hard as one could get. He would have been wrong though. Standing here, drinking in the most stunning creature he’d ever laid eyes on, he was solid granite.

“Talia, you are…perfecto…” he muttered. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into her sides as he continued to commit her form to memory.

“Far from.”

“You are,” he corrected. He knew the sarcasm that was lacing her tone was born out of nerves, but he wasn't going to let it slide. “And that perfection requires worshipping.”

Sucking in a breath, Talia licked her lips again. That new little move of hers might just be the death of him. It was a risk he was willing to take. Lowering his head, he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it lightly.

“Dash!”

Talia’s hand flew to his head, holding him in place despite her outcry. He continued his efforts, his fingers reaching up to find the other, giving it the same treatment. Talia continued to mewl and moan, letting him know he was on the right track. He knew she didn’t have a lot of experience in any of this to tell him what she did or didn’t like, leaving a lot to trial and error. He was determined to help her figure it out though.

“Now, Bonita,” he said, lifting back up. Their gazes locked, the heat between them rising. “You mentioned the other night that you wanted to know if my tongue felt as good on your pussy as my fingers. I think it is time we find out.”

Talia licked her lips again, eyes wide with anticipation. Fuck, that move really was going to kill him. His dick twitched again, lust racing through him as he walked her backward toward the couch. He was dying to get a taste of her. To get the full experience of that glimpse he’d gotten the other night. The little he’d had wasn’t enough, leaving him dreaming about what it would be like to dive headfirst into her, not letting up until she was nothing less than totally satisfied. Now was his chance.

Looping his fingers underneath the lacy fabric of her thong, he slowly dragged it down her legs. Talia stepped out of it, her eyes trained on him. He could see the desire pulsing off her, like soundwaves in a cartoon. She was excited, ready.

Lowering her to the couch, he eased her backward, drawing her knees open. “Sit back, relax, and enjoy the best orgasm of your life. At least until I am inside you.”

Talia shuddered. This was how he wanted it. Wanted her. Turned on and aching for his touch—so much so she couldn't concentrate on anything else. Kissing his way down her body, Dash took a moment to admire her breasts again. Sucking each one into his mouth and feeling her nipples pebble against his tongue, he felt her chest heave, letting him know she was desperate for his attention down south. He wanted her amped up, so drunk with desire that she couldn’t think straight.

Settling between her legs, he inhaled, her scent filling his nostrils. She was intoxicating. He needed to taste her—now. Needed to savor her, devour her. Diving in, his tongue found her clit, giving it a little flick. Talia moaned, her body shifting from the contact. Grabbing on to her hips, Dash held her in place as he licked her again, this time from the bottom of her sex to the top, avoiding her clit altogether. This earned him another moan, and he knew he was on to something. He repeated the move, changing up his speed, just to see how she reacted. Talia didn’t disappoint, keeping up her vocal encouragement. He loved that she had no qualms expressing herself, even for as inexperienced as she was.

He flicked her clit again, and Talia keened, throwing her head back, pushing herself into him. Taking that as his cue to up the ante, he yanked her closer. Diving into her pussy like a man obsessed, he sucked, nibbled, and licked, not leaving any part of her untouched. He couldn’t get enough of her. Being this close to her, driving her wild, was thrilling. He didn’t want it to end. More than that though, he wanted her to come. Wanted her to shatter from his efforts. Focusing on her clit, he circled it lightly, picking up speed as she moaned, her hands grasping onto his hair. She was close, and he was ready to push her over the edge. Ready to send her flying to new heights.

Humming softly, Dash zeroed in on the spots he learned really got her going. A moment later, her body was thrashing wildly as she screamed his name. It was music to his ears, goading him into maintaining his efforts, not wanting to let up until he had drained every ounce from her body. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and his cock throbbed, dying for attention.

“Oh…sweet…faaaa….” Talia muttered when she had finally come down from her high. The blissed-out expression painted on her face matched the nonsense coming from her lips. A small surge of pride swelled within him. He had done what he had set out to do.

Well, partially.

There was a lot more to come.

* * *

Talia couldn’t feel her limbs. Everything about her was tingling, her mind completely erased of all thoughts. Even if she had wanted to move, there was no way she could have.

Dash had not been kidding when he said it would be the best orgasm of her life.

Kissing his way up her body, Dash’s lips felt like they were branding her skin. A brand she would happily display after what she had just experienced. Suddenly she was questioning that cake on Bunz’s dessert menu. The cake was good—no doubt about that. But if this was sex, then that cake was not better.

“Hola, Bonita,” Dash whispered.

He captured her mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. That same tangy taste to his kiss that had been there the other night was back, once again making her dizzy with desire. It took a moment for it to finally click that the new taste was her. How had she not realized that before? Gasping, she pulled back, fingers rushing to her lips.

“Is…that taste, is that from me?” she asked, embarrassment setting in.

She’d been nothing but a bundle of nerves from the second that they’d gotten in the car to come back here, worried that she was going to do something wrong. There hadn’t been any question that this was what she wanted. That decision had been made the night she’d texted him her fantasy. In her mind, the right moment and person was something she was going to instinctively know. And she had. Now, if she could only instinctively know all the right moves.

“Yes, and you taste incredible.”

Dash licked his lips seductively, sending a shiver through her. His eyes were dark, so filled with desire that Talia could feel it emanating from him. It was the exact same way she felt. The pure want of his body against hers, the two of them joined together. Of feeling him inside her. If his dick felt half as amazing as his fingers and mouth had, then she would be officially petitioning to call that cake something else.

“Do you want more? Do you want to continue?” he asked, hands on either side of her head, looming over her. If it were anyone else, she would have felt boxed in, nervous. But Dash made her feel safe. Wanted. Dare she say it…loved.

“Yes. Why, do you not want to?”