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And I do. I understand the momentousness of what’s happening. That there’s no going back now that we’ve opened up this way.
“Will you be honest with us? Will you tell us what the fuck happened?” he asks, his thumbs brushing against my cheekbones.
I nod my head once. It’s time to let it out. It’s time to trust again. “I can’t do this on my own anymore,” I admit.
“Then you won’t. Whatever this is, I’ll be there. I’ll protect you,” he says fiercely, before pressing himself into me and kissing me like he wants to work his way beneath my skin, like there’s no other place he wants to be, like this is it for him. I gasp as he grasps both my breasts in his large hands roughly, not to hurt me but because he can’t seem to control himself. The sound of my surprise is enough to make him pull back, to hesitate. Our gazes clash and the depth of feeling I see within his grey-green eyes startles me.
“I had no intention… I didn’t plan this… You can tell me to stop, and I’ll fucking stop, Kid. I might die from blue balls, but I’ll stop.” He lets out a small laugh and his body trembles with the sheer force of his will as he holds back. I shake my head fiercely.
“Don’t you dare stop! Don’t you dare stop loving me!” I cry, my fingers curling into his shoulders and the heels of my feet pressing into his rock hard arse as I force him tighter against me.
“Never. I never stopped. I loved you even when I hated you. Oh, Kid. Fuck! I need to be inside you!”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!” I respond, writhing against him. Needing him as much as he needs me. His lips find my collarbone, as his hand slides upwards over my neck and rests against my cheek, twisting my head to the side.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he says, licking across my shoulder and up my neck, biting on my earlobe before kissing the tender spot beneath my ear. “I’ve missed your scent. You smell like summer heat and starry nights. You smell likehome.”
His mouth finds mine in a glorious, wet, passionate kiss. I match his pace, my tongue duelling with his, my pussy grinding against him.
We’re not tender.
We’re not gentle.
This isn’t us slowly coming together. This is three years of distance, of want and longing and hurt colliding in one explosive, chaotic, beautiful mess.
That’s us. A beautiful mess, and I don’t want it any other way, even though there’s a voice in the back of my head, a tiny, miniscule voice warning me that sleeping with him might hurt. It reminds me I’ve only had sex once before. But the rest of me, the woman who is starving for Dax, tells her to sit back and enjoy the fucking ride.
“Please, Dax, I need you now,” I say, breathlessly.
“Condom,” Dax grinds out, and with me still in his arms he opens the door to the studio and strides across the hallway and into his bedroom. He frees me from his hold, practically chucking me on the bed in his haste. I giggle, feeling lighthearted, happy, as he yanks open his bedside drawer with such force that it falls to the ground, spilling its contents. I watch him grab a foil condom packet and then in one move, he yanks off his shorts almost falling over in his haste.
“Hey, be careful,” I laugh, joy bubbling inside me like champagne bubbles in a glass. But laughter dies on my lips as I see his huge cock bobbing in front of us. It’s as big as I remember, and I bite my lip, aggravating Dax’s bite from earlier.
“Fuck, I need to up my game,” he says, looking at the mess on the floor.
“Your game is pretty good,” I quip, flicking my gaze between the blush-red head of his cock and his face.
“Oh, Kid, you’ve no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
Leaning over, Dax grabs the bottom of my joggers and whips them from my body in one quick tug, leaving me bare and naked before him. His eyes drop to my shaved pussy, and his mouth pops open with a groan.
“I want to taste you,” he says, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, his hands reaching up and grabbing my ankles as he yanks me towards him. I let out a screech, laughter bursting from my lips. “Tell me no one has tasted you like this. Tell me this pussy’s never been fucked with a tongue,” Dax asks between kisses and licks up my inner thigh.
“York—” I breathe, not wanting to lie to him. He catches the worry in my face and curses. “Well then, I’m gonna have to erase that motherfucker’s lips from your cunt. If it was anyone else, I might’ve committed murder.”
“Please, don’t. I love him too…” I whisper. Dax locks gazes with me and smiles.
“Kid, we don’t deserve you,” he says, as I wriggle beneath him, my hands sneaking down towards my clit. I need to ease the ache there.
“No!” he snaps, and my hands fall away at his abruptness. “This is all on me. I’m going to make you come, Kid.Me.”
“Okay,” I whimper.
“Good,” he grinds out, lifting my legs over his broad shoulders as his hands slide under my thighs and grip onto my hip bones. He hovers over my pussy, his warm breath teasing. I jerk upright onto my elbows, watching him look at my slit. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. This big, tattooed man, my Dax, my Dark Angel looking at me like I’m some kind of exotic meal he can’t wait to taste. His tattooed hands and fingers grip hold of my creamy skin, his fingers leaving indents from holding on so tight.
“Jesus,” I mumble, words failing me. Dax smiles, his eyes flicking up.
“So fucking pretty, so pink, so wet, somine. I’m going to taste you now,” he warns, then he lowers his mouth and licks me from my dripping hole to my clit in one firm stroke. I fall back onto the bed, moaning at the sensation. Just like our kisses he tastes me with purpose, his tongue sliding over every inch of my pussy, his tongue flat against my clit, his lips sucking my outer labia into his mouth. He sucks, he licks, he buries his face between my legs and eats me out, burying his nose in my pussy until I worry he can’t fucking breathe. But he doesn’t let up and my thighs clamp around his head as a groan comes from deep inside my throat. I reach for him, my hands grasping his head. I grind against his face. I’m so wet that the lower half of his face is covered in my juices, but he doesn’t seem to care. When his hand reaches down, and his thumb presses against my clit, circling it expertly, I come hard. There’s no warning, no build up, just a clit orgasm that spreads out across my body until I’m crying out and thrashing beneath him. Dax pins me down, not letting up, and I feel my opening spasming beneath him, my internal walls tightening then loosening, desperate for something to hold onto. I push against his face, wanting to be filled with his tongue, his cock, his fingers. Right the fuck now.
