Changing directions, my fingers danced down to his navel, moving further down to his pant buckle. Undoing the belt, I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hips. He allowed then to pool at his feet. He was left standing with only a pair of black boxer briefs on. His whole body weight was supported by a pair of strong legs and muscled thighs.
Good Lord! The man is built like a God. And he isn’t even fully naked yet.
I could clearly make out the outline of his erection straining against the garment. The sight forced moisture to pool in between my legs. I nibbled on my lower lip. My heart rate accelerated. Instinctively, my hand snaked out to touch his cock, but he caught my wrist moments before I reached him. With one tug, he drew me hard against him and crushed my lips with his.
He was intense, kissing me as if he wanted to consume me through his mouth alone. I whimpered in earnest as his hard-on poked my thigh. It took all the willpower I had left to keep myself from diving into the boxers and pumping him with my hand. But Dakota was not ready for that yet. He had stopped me before I could touch him there.
Before I could give much thought to that, Dakota released me and said, “I want to see you too.” His voice was so hoarse; I could barely make out what he’d said.
I nodded and spun around so my back was to him. “Would you help me?”
I could feel his hands working on my back a moment later. Moving my hair over my right shoulder, he pulled down the zipper all the way. When he drew back, I lifted both arms and wiggled my hips a little. The dress fell down to my waist where it got stuck.
“I need help.” I glanced over left shoulder. “Do you mind?”
Dakota shook his head.
I turned to face forward again, waiting for him to relieve me of that one garment. When nothing happened, I whirled around only to find him hunched over, removing his shoes and socks before stepping out of his pants.
On his knees, Dakota reached out with both hands and rested his palms on my thighs for a moment before trailing a path from my knee to my ankle. He helped me out of one heel before repeating the process with my other leg. As soon as I was standing on my bare feet on the carpeted floor, he straightened up, placed both hands on my waist and gently coaxed the dress over my hips and down the rest of my body. I looked down at him, fascinated by the feel of his hands on me. By the way he discreetly eyed me, as if he was afraid to get a good look.
I stepped out of my dress just as he stood. And this time he really did ogle me from top to bottom. Clad in only a black, strapless, laced bra and matching panties, I felt naked even though I really wasn’t. It was the way he looked at me which made me a little self-conscious. He admired me, appraised me in a way I never had been before. I mean, I’d been with two guys before and though they had openly appreciated my good looks, neither had looked at me like Dakota did.
His gaze roamed over me, and I could hear his quick intake of breath as he stared, unable to take his eyes off of me.
“I know I’ve said this twice before and it might seem like I’m repeating myself, but…you’re beautiful Janessa,” he said. “You really are beautiful.”
I smiled, my heart soaring with content. I’d been called beautiful before, but honesty blazed in Dakota’s eyes. He wasn’t just saying it so that he could get into my pants. He actually meant it.
“So are you, Dakota.” I took a step forward, bringing my hand up to touch the side of his face. “I like everything about you.”
Looping one arm around my waist, he drew me closer, pinning me against his hot body. He gazed down at me, his eyes penetrating.
“If you’re not sure about this, if you don’t want this, now would be the time to say so.”
He offered me a way out, but I did not want him. I wanted him.
“Because once we do this, it can’t be undone,” he added.
I had never been so absolutely sure of something in my life. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted him. Never craved anyone’s touch as much as I did his. In fact, I had never been as sure of what I wanted as I was now.
“I want you, Dakota,” I replied, pressing myself against him, effectively crushing my breasts to his chest. He moaned—a low guttural sound that rumbled deep in his chest—and drew me in for another mind blowing kiss.
His lips worked their magic, arousing, provoking, melting away any resolve looking to work its way out. I had no will. I had no worries or concerns. The only thing I wanted was to be with him. To touch him. To taste him. Nothing else mattered.
Raking my fingernails softly over his broad back, I allowed myself a feel of those strong muscles as his tongue played a sexy game of tag with mine. Tracing a path down Dakota’s spine, I moved my hands toward his tight ass. I groped each globe, squeezing them as I grinded against him. His arm tightened around me.
Releasing his ass cheeks, I worked my way around his waist to the front of his boxer briefs. Wiggling out of his arm, allowing myself some space to move more freely, I dove inside his underwear and fished for his cock with my right hand. My fingers grazed the bulbous tip right away, and my mind reeled as I followed the length of his erection. I was shocked by how huge it was. Although I hadn’t laid eyes on it yet, I could already tell it was much bigger than anything I’d ever had inside of me before. The man was gifted.
And I was a little scared now. What had I gotten myself into? The thought of having such a huge piece of meat inside of me made me hot and wet all over again.
Pushing all apprehension aside, I took him in my hand and gingerly pumped him. Moving slowly at first and then pausing to run my thumb over the slick tip. Moisture was fast gathering there, and I used my fingers to spread it over the mushroom head. Dakota stiffened, his posture rigid as I toyed with his engorged phallus. He never stopped kissing me either, his tongue made good on its promise to explore every centimeter of my mouth.
Continuing on with my exploration, I slid my hand down, and then up, down and then up, pumping even quicker. Tearing his lips from mine, Dakota rested his chin on the top of my head as I continued moving my hand on his stiff member. I could hear the change in his breathing. I could feel the quickening of his pulse as I laid my forehead on his chest. He was getting close. And I was so turned on by his reaction that my pussy ached.
Dakota groaned and started moving forward. I held on to his cock as he coached me toward the bed. When the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress, he laid me down on my back and climbed on after me. He shifted ever so slightly, holding his weight on one elbow as he tugged on his boxers to pull them off. I let go of his penis and scooted further up the bed to make room for him.
As soon as he shoved the underwear off and his member sprang free, I almost swallowed my tongue at the sight. It was one thing to feel it, touch it, but it was an entirely different thing to actually see its girth. He was even more impressive up close.
God, I was so turned on, I was positively dripping by this point. Not even the apprehension or uncertainty could keep me from going through with this.
I settled back on the mattress and reached up to remove the hair tie as I waited for him to continue. He wasted no time complying. In a second he was kneeling in between my legs, spreading me open for him. One hand moved up and unsnapped my bra, freeing my tits for his perusal. He appreciated them for a moment, his gaze taking them in.
A moment later, he moved. His head lowering as he targeted my flesh. His long hair swept over my face and neck like a curtain as he bent down to take one nipple into his mouth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the bolt of electricity that shot through my body as he nibbled on the tiny bud. His free hand soon found my other breast and kneaded it. He cupped first one then the other, alternating his mouth from one nipple to the other as he sucked, tweaked, tortured me with his lips, tongue, and teeth until I thought I could come from his ministrations alone.
That would be a first. Though considering how close to orgasm I was, it was a possibility. He had managed to bring me to the brink
of climax with his mouth and hands once already. He was yet to use any other part of him. And I was definitely looking forward to that.
Digging my heels into the mattress, I arched my back, and buried my hands in his mane. Panting, I allowed for my senses to fully take over. I writhe beneath him as he worked me, building up the tension inside of me until I thought I could not possibly take any more. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in through my nose. I was almost there. So close I could practically taste it. He sucked my nipple harder and I moaned. Imprisoning the other one between his thumb and index finger, he pinched it softly at first. But then he tugged on it, pinched it, and rotated the palm of his hand over it, and it drove me crazy. My hips buckled on their own free will and I whimpered when my unconscious action caused my wetness to graze his erection. I nearly came right then. I wanted him inside of me. Needed him inside of me.
His hand abandoned my left breast and traveled down my navel to the crotch of my panties. Before I could figure out what he was up to, Dakota moved the cloth aside once again and inserted two fingers. I cried out with pleasure. He stirred up the blistering heat swelling deep in my loins as he pushed deeper inside of me and it felt so good. Too good. It was pure bliss. My entire skin felt as if it was on fire and his questing fingers only drove me deeper into madness.
I clung to his shoulders, my hips bucking to the pace set up by him. As good as everything he did to me was, I wanted him to fill me. I was more than ready for him.
Seizing all movements, I turned pleading eyes to him. “Dakota…” I could barely make out the sound of my own voice. “Please. I need you.”
His lips released my aching bud and he glanced up to look at me. “What do you want?” his voice was husky, gruff almost.
“You. Inside. Of. Me.” That was the best I could do for a reply.
“I don’t have protection,” he replied as he pushed himself on his knees.
I pointed to the nightstand to his right. “There’s a brand new box of condoms in the first drawer.” The freaking box had been sitting there, gathering dust, for three whole months. I’d bought it months back because Kirk tried to get sneaky with me, pretending on more than one occasion not to have any rubbers on him. I, of course, refused to have sex unless there was a barrier between us. It had pissed him off, because he claimed he wanted to feel me without it, but I didn’t give a shit. No condom equaled no sex.
Dakota crawled off the bed, opened the drawer, and fished out the box in question. Tearing it open, he took out a trio of condoms, tore one from the rest, and ripped the foil. Rolling the latex glove over his engorged cock, he crawled back in between my legs. Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he tugged my panties down, tossing them aside as soon as they were entirely off. He took a moment to remove his glasses, fold the little legs inward, and place them on the side table before turning his full attention to me once again.
I was now completely naked and bare to him. His gaze devoured the sight of me as I laid there with my legs sprawled, my flushed skin, my nipples erect and demanding attention, for an agonizingly painful second before he draped his large body over my petite form. I sucked in some air when the tip of his member grazed my love button. I spared a glanced in the direction of his thick phallus and swallowed hard at the sight of it seeking entrance into me.
“Janessa.” Dakota’s voice forced my attention back to his face. Holding his weight on his elbows, we were face to face. I’d never felt so incredibly connected to anyone as I felt with him at that moment. He was definitely everything I never knew I wanted.
There was no need for me to guide him into me; he found his way without a problem. I was slick and wet, which should have made his entrance easier, but he was so goddamn big it actually hurt. It almost felt as I was losing my virginity all over again. Okay, so he wasn’t freakishly big or anything, just bigger than anything I’d ever known before.
My inner walls struggled to stretch and accommodate him, and I chewed on my lower lip to keep from crying out. However, the more his hips buckled forward, the more excited I became. He felt good. More than good actually. Dakota inched in slowly though, taking his time, thrusting little by little until finally, he was in all the way. Or at least I thought it was in all the way. I certainly felt full, fuller than I’d ever been. And yes, it was fucking amazing.
The pleasure of having him finally fill me combined with the slight discomfort brought on by having my body invaded nearly brought me to tears. I couldn’t believe how magnificent it was with Dakota. And he wasn’t even moving. He was patiently waiting for me to adjust before beginning that age old dance that would eventually take us both to the ultimate release.
“Janessa,” he whispered my name against my lips as if he feared that he would forget it. God, it was so freaking hot to see him so excited like that. He was always so calm and collected, never losing his cool, but that wasn’t the case anymore. I could hear the tremor in his voice. I could feel the tautness of his muscles as he struggled to keep still. And I love it all. It heightened both my lust and desire for him. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
“Fuck me, Dakota,” I whispered back.
Those three words undid him. He started moving, thrusting hard into my dark channel, withdrawing all the way only to plunge back in with force, and receding again. It was a cycle he repeated constantly, driving me to the brink of madness. I was lost to the passion. To the feel of his muscled form on me. To the mind numbing lust zipping through my body with each and every one of his plunges. And I was greedy for more.
I went wild, bucking my hips upward to meet with his downward strokes. I raked my nails across his back and arms, bit his shoulder, shouted out his name over and over again. He swallowed my moans and groans with his mouth, his hips never once stopping their onslaught. My insides clenched as my orgasm neared and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He went in even deeper and I could have sworn the tip of his cock touched the opening to my cervix.
I reached up for heaven and was close to touching it.
Dakota must have sensed it because his movements became more feverish, he’d withdraw half way and then thrust in, withdraw half way and then thrust back in, each plunge bringing me closer to the edge. What really killed me was that every time he slammed into me, he’d grind against me and that threw me over the edge in a heartbeat. My inners quivered. I screamed and then, I fell over the precipice at last. My walls rippled in orgasmic delight as the full force of my climax took over. I trembled in his hands, crying as an orgasmic flood washed over me.
He held on tight, driving into me with relentless speed as his entire body stiffened. His own climax was near, I could feel it. Even when mine was yet to subside entirely, I rocked my hips, moving up and down on his shaft as he pummeled my pussy. And just when I thought things could not possibly get any better, I was there again. It was just as explosive and a lot more intense. I don’t think I’d ever come so incredibly hard in my life. My whole body felt as if it had just turned into mush. I could not even think to move at all.
“Janessa,” Dakota growled out my name as he found release. Burying his face between my breasts, he placed both hands on my hips and thrust once, twice, three times and he exploded, shooting his load into the condom. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as I held him close, our sweat mixing as our skin came in contact.
After about a minute, the twitching stopped and he slowly withdrew, rolling off of me. Scrambling off the bed, he took off the condom and tossed it in the trash bin sitting next to the computer desk before joining me again.
Lying on his side, he gathered me in his arms, and planted a quick peck on my lips. I looked up at him and smiled as he brushed a couple of wet locks out of my face.
“Did I hurt you?”
My heart constricted at the concern I heard in his voice. “No. That was incredible.” I was feeling pretty amazing.
The corners of his mouth tipped up. “You think so?”
I nodded. “Absolutely.” I co
uld say with honesty that Dakota had just given me the best sex I’d ever had. He’d rocked my world and I loved every second of it. Plus, he actually made me come more than once. I’d never been multi-orgasmic before but he’d managed to rip orgasm after orgasm out of me.
“I know you don’t want to move. Neither do I, but we have to pull the covers out.”
I moaned. The last thing I wanted to do was move. “Okay.”
He kissed me slow and sweet for a few heart stopping minutes and then drew back.
“I’ll pull them, you turn off the lamp.”
I nodded, scampering to my feet after him. While he tossed the few extra pillows I always stacked up against the headboard on the floor and pulled back the comforter, I turned off the lamp. Within moments we were snuggled warmly under my favorite comforter, with one arm draped over his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, and our legs intertwined. I was the happiest I’ve been in years.
The only sound that filled the room was that of our slow, coming back down to earth, breathing. We did not say a word. We just laid there and stared into the darkness, but even as I tried to remain awake, the events of the past half hour had really drained me. I was exhausted and unable to keep my eyes from closing.
At some point, I drifted into the comfortable land of slumber.
Chapter Twenty-Five
At some point during the night I woke up to hands massaging my breasts and the warmness of a cock poking me from behind. My eyes flicked open as the exploring hands wasted no time traveling to my hips and further still to my clit where they quickly worked me into a frenzy. I gasped as the expert manipulation got me wet and ready in seconds.
As soon as Dakota could feel the wetness gathering, he lifted my left leg and draped it over his as he plunged into me from behind. I scream at the sudden invasion, surprised to find him not only hot and horny but already wearing a condom.
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