by Ella Fields
Her hands met mine, holding them to her tits as her thighs rubbed together. I glanced down and saw the matching white panties. “They need off too.”
“You do it.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Before I did, I bent low and threw her over my shoulder, then traipsed through the open space living area, almost tripping over the dark rugs bedecking any space that seemed too empty, and kicked open the bedroom door.
Onto the king-size bed, she flopped, and only then, as she lay laughing in a sea of cream linen, did I grab the edges of her panties and pull.
I tossed them over my shoulder, and they landed on the flat screen hanging on the wall, which only made her laugh again.
As much as I wanted inside her, finally, the sound was too beautiful for me to cut short. So, skidding my fingers up her thighs, I prolonged it. “Dash,” she squirmed, trying to smack my hands away.
They glided inside her thighs, and I grinned as she met my gaze right before I pushed them apart. Now, it was time to cut off her laughter.
My tongue feasted on her, tortured and loved her, knowing that she probably wouldn’t gain much pleasure, if any at all, once my dick filled her for the first time.
My fingers unfolded her, flicking at that bud before sliding halfway inside and carefully twisting. I knew, no matter how much I prepped her, it was still going to hurt, so when her moans became croaked whispers, her thighs shaking continuously as my fingers and tongue kept her dancing on that heady edge, I let her come.
Her legs wrapped around my head, almost rocking it side to side as I tried to draw every molecule of bliss from her body. I wanted her wrung dry from pleasure, so wet and overused from it that she’d be as relaxed as possible.
Wrenching her thighs from my head, I pushed up and quickly tore off my shirt, then kicked off my pants and briefs. I didn’t waste any time, knowing that if I did, she might creep inside her head and grow too tense. It wouldn’t be because she was worried; it would be because no matter how much she wanted this, she knew it was going to hurt.
Her eyes were half shut, hands reaching for my skin as I climbed over her and pulled one of her legs up my back. When she felt me hard against her wet entrance, she shuddered, and her hand met my face. “It’s okay.”
I nodded, then kissed her thumb when it neared my mouth. With her leg around my back, I leaned on my elbow beside her head, and used my free hand to press inside her.
“Holy sweet mother of hell,” I said, groaning as I eased in, trying to keep from ramming inside.
Her eyes remained on my face, and if it was hurting yet, she didn’t let it show. Her fingers kept touching my lips, and her eyes were sated jewels, content to stare at me. “What does it feel like?”
“Tight,” I said, my hips bobbing, wanting to rock faster, slam inside her, take, worship, rut until I could hardly see.
“Yeah?”
I nodded, my nostrils flaring as I kept butting up against that barrier. I wanted it gone. I needed it erased. I needed all the way in before my heart gave out. “Like melting velvet.”
“Yeah?” She liked that, her lips lifting. But I could see the pain in her eyes now. “All in, Dash. Let go.”
At those words, I paused, blinking down at her. I lowered over her body until our mouths were meeting and every inch of our skin could feel one another’s electrified heartbeats. “Keep your eyes on me,” I whispered.
Her mouth brushed mine. “Okay.”
My hips pulled back, and the arm that wasn’t keeping me from squashing her with my weight completely slid around her back to her shoulder, holding her to me as I plunged deep, and she choked on her next exhale.
I could’ve stayed lost in rapture for hours, but I climbed my way to the surface, and peppered her face with kisses while I carefully rocked in and out of her.
Her eyes stayed clamped shut, her nails scoring into my back. I kept kissing her, forcing her lips apart as my cock forced her walls to adjust. When her nails slipped from my skin, her hand moving back to my face and into my hair, I knew the worst of the pain was fading, and I gave myself permission to thrust a little faster.
Her breathing steadied, but she still struggled to meet my tongue, and instead, she moaned lightly as I nibbled at and whispered how good she felt to her lips.
I’d never felt anything like it. Pure fucking nirvana. So wet, so hot, so tight, and combined with a young woman who made me see stars just by kissing her, I was fucking annihilating.
The mess I’d made of her started making itself known between our harsh breaths and rough moans, and I couldn’t hold on one more second.
It was too much. She was too much. Too much of everything I’d never known I’d need. I was inside her. My best friend. And I never wanted to leave.
“Fucking, fuck.” I came, shaking like a damn leaf and holding on to her for dear life as she stroked my back.
“Dash?” she asked after a moment.
“Hmm?” My head was spinning. I was pretty sure I was still half hard inside her. “Shit, sorry.” I went to move, and her arms tightened around me.
“No, stay.”
We laid there, just breathing and touching for the longest time. “Are you okay?”
“Perfect.”
I huffed into her skin. “I’m squishing you, and I’m pretty sure I should clean you, maybe get you some Tylenol.” I paused, rising to my elbows. “Shit, I knew I forgot something.”
“Dash.”
I swiped a hand through my hair, exasperated with myself. “I had it next to my bag and everything, but Church was trying to climb inside and—”
“Dash.”
“And then I must have knocked it to the floor, then Mom was asking how long they’d get for phot—”
Peggy snapped, grabbing my cheeks. “Dash, shut up. I’ll be fine.” I frowned, and she laughed. “I can’t decide which I like best, your smile or your scowl.”
“There’s no need for competition. I can do both at once.”
She laughed harder as I smiled and scowled, her pussy clasping tighter around my dick. Yep, I was ready to go again. When her laughter faded, she drew a line between my brows. “Do you think it’ll always be this way?”
“It’s been this way for eighteen years,” I said. “Only, it just keeps getting better.”
“Even after it gets worse?”
“Especially then.” I kissed her nose. “We can have makeup sex now.”
“Ass,” she said.
“You love me.”
“I do.” A wistful smile attacked my heart. “Falling in love with you has been the hardest, most exhausting, exhilarating, and wondrous thing to ever happen to me.” Her finger trailed over the bridge of my nose. “Because you made sure you happened to me, Dash. And I’m so damn glad you did.”
Relief and a thousand violent feelings stampeded through me. My heart exploded, my arms encasing her head as I tucked my face beneath her chin and whispered on a hoarse breath, “Peggy Sue, I fucking love you.”
“2.0,” she said.
“Two point fucking 0.”
THE END
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Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in Australia.
While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters to her cat, Bert, and dog, Grub.
She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.
My husband and my children. <3
Michelle, thank you for everythi
ng you do for me. From spreadsheets to beta reading to two hour long phone calls about everything else in-between. Boats for life.
Lucia, I cannot. You already know of the many ways you’ve helped me. I will find youuuu
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