All He Feels - Dax & Ginny (Crossroads Book 11)

by Melanie Shawn

  Her head fell back as she laughed and when she lifted it again he could see that his crude comments had had the desired effect. There wasn’t even a hint of anxiety in her beautiful aqua gaze.

  “But those things don’t scratch the surface of what makes you you. It’s your laugh, your talent, your sense of humor, your intelligence, your generosity, your heart and your soul. Every part of you is perfect.”

  She sucked in her breath at those words and closed her eyes, pressing her cheek against his hand. Her fingers trailed up his chest and she breathed, “I feel the same about you. That’s exactly how I feel. You put it perfectly.”

  This talking was great and he was all for taking things slow, but those things could all happen when she was naked. He finished undressing her and took a step back and let his eyes leisurely travel up and down her beautiful face and body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her skin was pink and flushed. Her nipples stood at stiff attention at the peaks of her soft, round breasts. She was ready for him—there was no question about that.

  He took her hand and led her to the bed, then laid her down and trailed his fingers all over her skin, touching her everywhere—her shoulders, her arms, up and down her sides in her belly. Her smooth, long legs. Every part of her sensual, perfectly formed body.

  He marveled at the way her skin shivered under his touch. Tiny little micro tremors in her muscles, too small for his eyes to see, but his fingers felt them. He liked the idea that he was causing her body to quake. Endless little earthquakes under her skin, and his fingers were the epicenters.

  When he couldn’t wait one minute longer to feel her skin against his, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. When she saw that he was undressing, she sat up and helped him pull off his clothes piece by piece.

  Every time her fingers brushed his skin, he felt a jolt of erotic charge slam into him that was so powerful it almost knocked him back. God, she turned him on with her touch to a mind-blowing degree. Even when she wasn’t trying to. Hell, especially when she wasn’t trying to. She was that sexy. It was just her nature.

  When they were finally both naked, his steel hard erection standing out strong and ready, he started to move back over her but instead of laying back she scooted towards the edge of the bed, a playful gleam in her eye and a mischievous smile on her lips.

  “It’s my turn.” There was a slight quiver in her voice as she reached up and took his shaft in her hand. His eyes squeezed shut and he had to grab her shoulder for balance. He became instantly lightheaded.

  “It feels so soft,” she said, wonder tingeing her voice. “I mean and hard.”

  He smiled down at her as she studied his length and ran her fingers up and down it.

  “Your skin is like silk wrapped around a steel rod.”

  He couldn’t put into words what it meant to him that his was the first cock that she was learning, up close and personal. The first one that she’d touched. The first one that had become hard in her hand, and hopefully soon in her sweet little mouth.

  He let her keep playing around with it until he couldn’t stand it one moment longer. He needed her to wrap her hand firmly around him, stroke him, milk him.

  “Do you like touching me?” He asked her, his voice low and intense.

  “I love it,” she replied.

  “Do you want to know how to get me off?” he asked.

  She looked up at him, eagerness written all over her face. “Yes. Teach me everything,” she said.

  That tore a groan from him. He had every intention of teaching her everything, and not just about how to give hand jobs. But that was a decent place to start.

  “Lick your hand,” he told her, his tone commanding.

  She tilted her head to the side, puzzlement filling her eyes, but she didn’t argue or question him. She raised her palm to her tongue and gave it a cursory lick. He smiled at her sweet naïveté.

  “You have to really get it wet. Spit on it if you have to.”

  She did as he asked, and the sight turned him on so much he thought he would pop right then and there, before she’d even had a chance to try out her new hand job skills on him.

  Once her entire palm was shining and slick, he said, “All right. Now wrap your hand around me and tighten your fingers.”

  She did.

  “Okay,” he continued to instruct, “now stroke up and down, firm and steady.”

  She did.

  “Wow,” she exclaimed as her eyes grew wider, “I didn’t think it could actually get harder.”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled, “that’s kind of how it works.”

  She glanced up and they shared a smile. But then their eyes locked and the energy changed. No more joking. It was all intensity as they held each other’s gazes while she moved her hand in an ever-increasing rhythm on his hard cock.

  “Can I use my mouth?” she asked with a seductive innocence that almost put him right over the edge.

  Unable to form words at this point, he nodded and ran his fingers through her satiny hair.

  She wrapped her lips around the head of his dick and swirled her tongue around the tip. His eyes were glued to her. Every move she made was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how that was possible—he was just gonna stick with the explanation that she was magic and leave it at that.

  She broke contact and glanced back up at him. “Can I just suck it? Like a lollipop?”

  Oh fuck, she really was magic.

  This time he grunted with his nod.

  A small smile lifted at the corners of her mouth before she wrapped her lips around him again and did exactly what she’d asked to do. She sucked him like a lollipop. She pulled him into the wet heat of her mouth. Each tantalizing, suctioning pull of her tongue held more pressure than the last. She was brand new at this and yet her movements were as confident and skilled as any he’d ever felt. And, because it was her, there was the added emotional component. All of those things combined to make this far and away the most amazing blowjob he’d ever had. No contest.

  As she moved her mouth up and down his rock hardness, he stroked her hair back from her face. Then he leaned down and his hands wandered down her body and he cupped her breasts and played with her nipples while she sucked him off, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned. He loved the sound, and he also loved that he could feel the vibrations of it through his shaft, coming off the back of her throat. He had never felt so connected to another human being before.

  He stood back up and once again locked onto her eyes. They were so full of emotion. Every sensation that was pounding through her body was no mystery to him—he could see it laid bare right there, flitting across those expressive blue orbs.

  Finally, he couldn’t take it one minute longer. He pulled back from her, holding her at arms’ length. He answered her unasked question in a voice raspy with lust. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna die if I can’t be inside of you right now.”

  * * *

  Ginny had never felt so turned on in her entire life. Not in the first flush of discovering what sex was. Not during her first time with Dax, even. There was something about the look on his face. The energy coming off of him. He wanted her. When he said that he would die if he couldn’t be inside of her right then—right at that very moment—there was a part of that that was not hyperbole. She could tell he really meant it. It was life and death.

  She felt the same way. She’d heard girls complain about giving guys blowjobs and honestly, she hadn’t been sure if she would like it. She also hadn’t been sure how to do it, but she remembered hearing a euphemism once, something along the lines of suck me like a lollipop. Actually, it might have been a rap song that said lick not suck, but the point was she’d wanted to try it. So she’d asked. And she was glad she had, because not only had he seemed to enjoy it, her lady parts had been alive with tingles the entire time. And when Dax touched her breasts and ran his hands through her hair it had only heightened her arousal.

  He started to lean h
er back on the bed and climb on top of her, but she stopped him with firm hands on his shoulders and sat back up. “I want to try out being on top,” she said.

  “You are going to kill me.” His voice was strangled.

  “I hope not. There are a lot of things I want to try,” she was joking but the intense look in his eye told her he hadn’t found the humor in it.

  She felt him shudder under her touch. His eyes closed. His jaw clenched.

  When he opened his eyes he let out a slow breath, “There’s a very good chance this first time might be over quickly. But I won’t be down long and we’ll have round two, three, four, five, as many as you want.”

  She grinned. “That’s sounds good. Can round one be me on top?”

  “Hell, yes.” A smile broke out on Dax’s face as he positioned himself at the head of the bed, sitting up against the wall, and pulled her with him by her waist. She straddled him, sitting on his lap with her knees spread on either side of him, her hands on his shoulders.

  Her entire body trembled with anticipation of what she knew was coming next. Ever since the last time together, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him inside of her. How it felt, sure—but even just the pure eroticism of how the act looked. She couldn’t stop picturing it. It was consuming her waking thoughts. Her fantasies were graphic and explicit—and she wanted to try out every single one.

  He took himself in his hand and she rose up as he grasped her hips, guiding her down onto him. She moved slowly, feeling him spread her out inside. She gasped at the intrusion.

  It felt so different than the first time. Just as good, if not better, there was no question about that—but so much more natural. As if her body had remade itself, changed its shape so that they would be a perfect fit. Like her body was telling her what her mind and emotions already knew. She and Dax belonged together.

  When she had taken him entirely inside of her, she began to move her hips slowly and rhythmically back and forth. It was like a dance. They moved in perfect rhythm to a melody that only they could hear. The feeling was mesmerizing. She sank deeper and deeper into the engrossing hypnosis, a power that only Dax had over her. She was definitely under his spell, there was no question about that.

  He leaned forward and took her nipples in his mouth. Jolts of electricity shot from those stiff peaks and ricocheted around her body. She arched her back and her hands fisted in his hair. It shocked her how much pleasure he could give her with just the smallest flick of his tongue. It was insane.

  Suddenly, she couldn’t move slowly and rhythmically anymore. It was beyond her capability. She had to go faster. Harder. Her internal rhythm was telling her what to do, and she was powerless to resist. It was instinct and there was no denying it.

  She began to move up and down and the sensations that exploded from her core were deeper and more intense, in a way, even more than coming. It was like with every stroke, every trip up and down on his hard member, he was being imprinted on her DNA. Like there was an invisible yet powerful cord binding the two of them and it gained strength with every movement.

  Never tearing his lips and tongue from her nipples, he slid his hand between the two of them and rubbed the nub at the top of her sex with his thumb. After only a few brushes she exploded in release, and it hit her so quickly that it was a surprise. She came harder than she had before, it ripped from her. Every muscle in her body was clenched and shaking.

  It wasn’t a quick flash, either…It was a rolling tsunami that came in wave after wave. Every time she was sure that it must be ending, she crested another peak. It seemed like it would go on forever. She clutched his hair in her fists tighter and reveled in the way he held her and stroked her hair and back as she rode it out.

  When she was finally spent, she collapsed against him, her head against his shoulder, gasping and weak. When she regained the wherewithal to think of anything but her own powerful sensations, she asked, “Are you…finished? I mean, did you…um…”

  He smiled in that way she loved. That way that told her more clearly than words ever could that she was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. Then, thankfully, he put her out of her misery. “Did I come? No.”

  She searched his face, “Oh I thought you said it would be fast.”

  He cut her off with a finger on her lips and a gentle smile. “I lost myself in watching you. In your pleasure.”

  “Oh.” She nodded, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. She was sure he must not have felt as much as she had because there was no way she could have lost herself in anything but how good it felt. She was new at this. Maybe she’d done it wrong.

  He must have sensed her uncertainty because he ran his fingers through her hair gently. “That and I pushed my balls down when they tightened up. Several times. It’s a trick I used to have to use in high school to stop coming fast.”

  She didn’t even try to hide the smile of relief that his words had given her. “Oh, good, then what’s next?”

  His eyes darkened with lust and her core tightened before he even spoke. But when he said the words, “I want to take you from behind,” lust shot through her and she groaned with arousal. “Is that okay?”

  “Yes,” she responded eagerly.

  He flipped her over and knelt behind her. His arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her body up so she was on her hands and knees.

  “Spread your legs apart,” he commanded.

  She did as she was told and the sensation of just following instructions and waiting for the next thing to happen to her, was so deliciously tingly she wondered how long she could take it. She didn’t have to wonder for long, though. She felt him at her opening. He ran his erection up and down her sex several times telling her how wet she was and how good she felt. Then his hands gripped her hips and he slid inside of her, slowly. She felt every inch as he entered her.

  When she felt his hips against her backside he stilled and whispered, “You’re so deep. It’s so deep inside.” She groaned as her elbows collapsed on the bed.

  Then he started moving and she lost herself in the experience. He pumped in and out of her. She loved every second of it. Every stroke was like a revelation. She was out of her mind with pleasure.

  From the sensation of his hardness filling her to the authoritative control of his firm grip on her hips as he drove into her again and again, it was all amazing. So much more intense, wonderful and magical than she had ever dreamed was possible.

  All the times that she’d fantasized of this kind of connection with a man, wished for it, she had never been able to capture in her imagination how wonderful the reality was actually going to be. People always talk about being careful what you wish for, because it doesn’t always live up to the hype and then you don’t even have the fantasy to cling to any more. That didn’t apply here. Not only did this experience live up to what she’d always dreamed it would be, it blew her dreams right out of the water. And now, for the rest of her life, she would always have these precious and amazing memories.

  After one particularly rough and powerful thrust, he held her body back against him, buried into her up to the hilt, and squeezed her hips hard with his hands. Then, he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, and moved his palms roughly up her body, rubbing her skin with intense strokes. He tweaked her nipples hard, causing her to cry out.

  Then, he moved his hand down between her legs. He continued to play with her nipples with one hand while he rubbed in small circles around her sensitive clit with the other. She started to shake. Being stimulated in two pleasure centers at the same time, especially while he filled her up—it was just too much. She exploded in another shattering orgasm, whimpering, moaning and screaming as her body shook and fell apart against him.

  In a rough movement he pulled out of her and rolled her over. He smiled gently, looking into her eyes and stroking her hair. “I want to look in your eyes when I come,” he whispered.

  She sighed, warmth filling her belly at his words. “That sou
nds amazing.”

  He knelt between her knees, spreading her open and positioning himself at her entrance. Before he entered her again, though, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He ran his hands all over her skin, which was by now slick with sweat from both passion and exertion. As he slid slowly into her, she closed her eyes from sheer bliss. He kissed each of her eyelids and whispered, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

  She did. She forced them open, and forced them to stay open even through all of the pleasure his body was giving her. She locked her gaze on his as he moved inside of her and never broke as they climbed together towards a joint and powerful orgasm. Even when he pushed into her one final time as his muscles tensed. Even when her own release claimed her for a third time. Through everything, she never gave in to her body’s instincts to squeeze her eyes shut tight. It was too important to be looking into Dax’s eyes, and have him looking into hers, as their bodies exploded together in almost unbearably exquisite ecstasy.

  They lay together after that, spent and still breathing hard. She smiled and kissed his neck. In a gently teasing voice, she said, “Well, if I had known it was going to be like this, I probably would have been counting the seconds until we were alone, too.”

  Chapter 18

  The Google alert on Dax’s phone went off again as he navigated through his settings to change his notifications.

  “Okay, that sounds good.” Ginny’s tone was calm without a hint of stress in it but he could see the tension and anxiety in her beautiful features. Her expression was tight, like she was just holding it together.

  This had not been how he had envisioned capping off their twenty-four-hour lovemaking marathon. He had planned to wake her up with breakfast in bed, and then they’d take a shower together, playing out one of his earlier fantasies, and then he would take her to the studio.

  That hadn’t happened.

  Instead, they’d been sound asleep, naked, warm and in bed with Ginny wrapped up in his arms when both of their phones started going off at six a.m. They hadn’t fallen asleep until three, so they were both fairly disorientated as they’d blindly grabbed at the nightstand. When he’d picked up his phone he saw that he had twenty Google alerts. By the time he got one open that number had doubled.