That was such a strange thought.
He kissed my thigh, and my mind was wiped clean of any thoughts.
“Dale,” I murmured.
“Hm?” He kissed further up my thigh until his lips were just beneath my panties.
“I love you,” I murmured.
“I love you too,” he said matter-of-factly as he kissed over my clothed clit. I gasped, and felt overwhelmed and thrilled just from his words. He pulled my panties to the side and kissed and licked my clit until my mind was spinning. Parting my folds with his tongue, he licked his way down to my entrance and growled in appreciation against my anatomy.
God, he made it sound like I tasted like honey.
Licking, slurping, and sucking—he was noisy and overwhelming, and head to toes I was turned on. I tangled my fingers in his curls that he so desperately tried to hide; I could feel his stubble against my thighs. He must have been so excited to move that he hadn’t shaved.
It reminded me of six months ago when he came clean about following me.
My mind was whirling, and I loved him.
I loved him so much.
Riding his face, I came hard, trying not to squeeze my thighs too hard around his ears. He moaned, and then quickly changed our positions. Flipping me face down so he could grab my chest as he worked, Dale pulled down his pants and underwear and pressed in like he was dying for it.
I moaned in surprise, and then rocked against him,
He pulled back and pushed in again.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and he kissed my neck and back as he picked up the pace. My back arched as I tried to keep his rhythm, overwhelmed and excited as we moved against each other. His hands were tight, commanding my hips and tits, working my body until I was soft and pliable under his touches.
His hips snapped again and again, and I felt my fingers fist in the delicately soft sheets beneath me. I could feel the flex of his thighs on every impact, the wrinkling bulge of his abs as he worked me. His body was taking mine apart, and I was egging him on for more.
He was incredible.
As we moved against each other, our breathing synced, and my gasps and moans became louder. He was perfect.; he understood me. He sucked a hickey into my back, and I wondered how dark the ones from just a day ago were looking.
The sound of our skin slapping filled the room, and I moaned and ground against him as we kept going.
He was rough, handsy, starved, and I was going to give him every inch of me that he wanted. I was drunk off him, ten shots in and ready for another. Reaching around my hip with the hand that had been so focused on my chest, he rubbed my clit instead.
I was suddenly breathless, weightless, lost in how goddamned good it felt.
Keeping his speed, rubbing and grinding and touching and kissing, he was overwhelming me more than ever. I cried out random syllables, lost in how good it felt—unable to vocalize how close I was to orgasm.
He thrust just a handful more times, and I came hard on his cock.
Dale kept fucking me through it, making my whole-body throb and pulse greedily with how good it was. He came hard, both hands on my hips, and gripped me tightly as he released as well. I arched my back further, stretching out my tightly wound body as I came.
He managed a couple more thrusts, and then we slid down together onto the soft silk sheets.
I let out a giddy laugh and kissed him as he pulled me close against his hot body.
Kissing me greedily and roughly, he wordlessly promised that more was to come.
“I do eventually have to move in the rest of my things.” I laughed.
“Or you could just stay in bed, and I’ll be all you need.”
He made a convincing argument.