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Then she turns and straddles me, trapping my erection between us.
Breaking from the kiss, I tip my head back and close my eyes trying to breathe through the pleasure of having her hips rotating against me.
“Ryder,” she moans, her arms tight around my neck and her teeth nibbling my lobe.
“Ahh.” My cock’s swelling, and leaking like crazy in my jeans while Dahlia’s pussy rubs against it.
I should have known better. I should have known that just a kiss, when I’m already aroused, was a bad idea, but fuck I want her—badly.
“Make me come.”
Fuck me!
Picking her up in my arms, I glance around for somewhere to put her and decide the chair in the living room will do nicely.
Every move I take to the chair has me rubbing against her.
Dropping her into the chair, I yank her sweats and panties off and I lower myself to my knees. Unfastening my jeans to let my dick breathe, I sigh in relief.
When I meet Dahlia’s half-lidded eyes, I drape her legs over my shoulders and, using one hand, I open her up to my gaze.
“You’re gorgeous.” I slide a finger back and forth, feeling her quiver at my touch. “You’re so wet.”
Knowing I’m probably going to embarrass myself by coming, but not giving a fuck; I dip my head and swipe my tongue along her sensitive flesh.
Her hips buck up from the chair as she gasps for breath.
I hold her in place and continue to lap at her. With quick, sharp thrusts of my tongue deep inside her core, I fuck her.
As my one hand holds her down, trapping her to the chair, I rub her clit and feel her muscles start to spasm out of control against my tongue.
Her taste, her moans, turns me on past the point of no return.
I wrap my hand around my cock, which throbs with my balls tingling, and as the pleasure starts to spread, Dahlia comes apart. She floods my mouth with her release and as she moans, long and loud in deep satisfaction, my release shoots, hot and thick against my stomach.
Gasping for breath against her, I slowly pull away and yanking my shirt over my head, wipe my stomach and dick.
“That was . . . I have no words.” Dahlia laughs. “I think my brain cells have left me.”
“Yeah, well, mine shot out my dick.”
I chuckle when Dahlia’s eyes go wide with surprise.
“You . . . um,” she waves her hands around toward my hips, “you—”
“Came is the word you’re looking for.” I grin and clamber to my feet on unsteady legs, shoving my spent junk back into my jeans.
“How can you be so put together after that? I can’t even move.”
I look down at her with amusement. She’s still spread open for me, so with a groan, I lean forward, and taking hold of her arms, haul her up and out of the chair. I keep hold until I’m sure she’s steady on her feet, before letting go and moving toward the kitchen.
Over my shoulder, I suggest, “You better go and get changed on your own because if I come in there with you, we’ll never get out.”
Ignoring her before I really do follow her into the bedroom, I make a fresh pot of coffee.
Dahlia
Tomorrow I’m going to be in so much pain. Ryder and the instructor made snowboarding look so damn easy, which it isn’t. My poor limbs are going to be black and purple later after hitting the snow more times than I care to admit.
