Page 59 of Penalty Kick

“I want to more than anything. But this is not about me. It is about you.”

“It’s about us. We’re experiencing this together, right?”

Talia bit down on her bottom lip, hoping that didn’t come off sounding too cheesy. It was how she felt though—this was about both of them. She wanted him to enjoy this just as much as she was, and not feel like it was some kind of obligation. Or worse, have the experience just be so awful that he never spoke to her again. He'd been so easygoing and patient with her, ready to wait much longer than the week she’d held him to. Beyond that, she’d become attached to him. Liked having him in her life and wanted him to remain there. Not run away because she was a bad lay.

“Us,” he repeated. The smile on his face stretched from one ear to the other, bright enough to light up the room. Her heart fluttered, while the rest of her body called out to him to keep touching her. Reading her mind, he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back as hard as she could, wanting so desperately to communicate everything she was feeling. “Us is going to need something then.”

“Oh, errr, I…” she muttered, trying to sit all the way up. Her limbs were still jelly, but at least now they were working enough to move.

Leaning back on his haunches, Dash reached into his pocket, pulling out the small, square foil wrapper.

“I was going to say I have some in my dresser drawer.”

“Please do not think me assuming, but I am always prepared.”

Talia giggled. “Were you a boy scout?”

Dash scrunched his face in confusion, making her giggle again.

“A boy what?”

“I will explain later.” Tugging on his tie, she pulled him in for another kiss. “Right now, you need to get naked and put that thing on.”

Giving her a wink, Dash was on his feet in no time, making quick work of stripping off his clothes. Talia watched, trying to remember to breathe as each item came off in a flurry of movement, dropping to the floor like discarded pieces of paper being swept off a desk. In what seemed like a heartbeat, Dash was standing before her in just his briefs, the large bulge in them prominently on display.

“Would you like the honors?”

Nodding, Talia scooted to the edge of the couch. She toyed with the waistband of his briefs for a moment, trying to work up the courage to do this. Her heart was galloping, the thudding of it filling her ears as she slipped her thumbs under the elastic, moving downward. Dash’s cock sprang free, standing at full attention. Talia’s eyes went wide, trying to take it all in. She’d seen the video from Vegas, so she knew what he looked like naked. Still, her mind had conjured up all sorts of ideas of what he was going to look like in the flesh, wondering if it was just as impressive in person.

It was.

The glimpses that video had caught had done nothing to prepare her for this moment. Seeing him standing here, that big, beautiful cock on display, she didn’t know how to react. At least her mind didn’t. Her body on the other hand, that seemed to know exactly what it wanted. She could feel herself getting wetter, her hands aching to grab hold of it.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Very much.”

Dash smirked, reaching down, his hands slipping beneath her arms. In one swift move he lifted her up, lowering himself to the couch and her onto his lap. It happened so fast Talia barely had time to process it. She felt awkward sitting like this, her knees on either side of his thighs. Was this comfortable for him? Were they going to be able to move? So many questions filled her head. She just wanted to do this right.

Leaning forward, she shifted herself, convinced Dash had to be uncomfortable. All her weight was on him; there was no way he was enjoying that. His hands found her hips, holding her in place as she tried to shift more, sending her careening forward. Right into Dash’s head. Their skulls collided with a loud thump, both of them groaning.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Talia squealed. “Are you okay?”

“I am fine,” he answered, his hands tightening on her hips. His touch felt good, but it did little to ease the chaos that was taking over her insides. “What is the matter? Are you changing your mind?”

“No, no.” Oh, God…please don’t let him think I don’t want him… “I’m just…”

“It is okay to be nervous. But I am here, and you have nothing to be concerned about. You let me know when you are ready.”

Talia sucked in a breath, trying to slow her pulse, but she couldn’t. She was not in control of her heart rate at the moment, much less the rest of her. As much as she wanted this, there seemed to be a disconnect between her head and her body, neither knowing what the other was doing. She needed to get it together.

Closing her eyes, she inhaled slowly, shutting out everything else, letting herself get lost in the moment. In what she wanted. And what she wanted was Dash. To feel everything she knew he could make her feel. Slowly opening her eyes, she trained her gaze on his beautiful face. He smiled back at her, seeming to read her mind. Without looking away, he brought the condom wrapper to his lips, ripping it open and sheathing himself.

He traced along her clavicle with his middle finger, before dragging it down her front, circling each nipple as he went, making his way to where she needed him the most. When he reached her sex, he slid a finger along her clit, sending a jolt through her. Talia’s body was instantly on fire all over again, every nerve ending coming alive. Dash didn’t let up, spreading her wetness around, bringing her back to where she had been a moment ago when this had been his tongue instead of his fingers. Teasing her entrance for a moment, Dash let out a groan.

“I think you are ready for me.”

Talia mewled as he removed his hand, all her nervousness long gone. Gripping her hips, Dash pulled her up and toward him, resting his forehead against hers. He was breathing hard and fast, just as she was, the anticipation building around them.