Instead, I settled for kissing along them, feeling the taut skin beneath my lips. Whatever resistance I might have still put up to this idea was now long gone. The rest of the world was an afterthought… it was just Dalton and myself, alone in this lavish room with the stunning evening view of the city…
His shirt came off, leaving me in my underwear and him in his jeans. I could already sense the frustrated erection beneath, but I wasn’t ready to make that move yet.
Sensing this, Dalton didn’t skip a beat in shifting me onto my back into the bedding. His hungry lips found their way to my throat, and I slipped my arms around his neck as he began kissing beneath my jawline, eliciting a string of quiet moans from me.
I felt the chill of nervousness glide down my body, but I did my best to ignore it. The anxiety crept up slowly, gradually working its wicked magic against my pleasure.
He must have picked up on that, because he pulled back after a moment.
“Is something wrong?” Dalton asked hesitantly, watching me carefully. After a moment, recognition flared across his eyes. “Is this your first time?”
He started speaking at a thousand words a minute, his English accent blending his words together. “If we’re going too fast, it’s fine, I mean we can slow things down a little, I just don’t want you to be hurt—“
“It’s fine,” I smiled serenely, sliding my hand to palm his cheek. “This isn’t my first time, it’s just that… well… I didn’t have so great of an experience last time, is all.”
Dalton bit his tongue, but I pushed him on.
“Go ahead. Ask, if you want. We don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Quietly, he pressed: “Were you raped?”
My palm paused against his cheek. “No, nothing like that,” I answered calmly. “But the guy was… controlling, in a lot of ways. Some were subtle. Some… weren’t.”
He remained quiet, listening to me.
“Jeremy, the guy from the restaurant earlier… he was my ex-boyfriend. I spent two years with him. He was my first… everything. And I gave him that, willingly. He seemed like such a sweet guy.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I caught him cheating on me,” I shrugged. “People were telling me that he was, but I just didn’t want to believe it. He was always so convincing. I wanted to take him at his word for everything he said, and he started pitting me against my friends… which is why I don’t really have many of them anymore.”
“So, what broke the spell?”
I smiled in recollection. “He tried that shit between Natalie and me.”
Dalton chuckled knowingly. “Yeah… I can see that going belly-up for him. The two of you are incredibly close.”
“Right. That’s when I realized what was happening, and I found the strength to kick him out of my life. I hadn’t seen him since, not until tonight…”
Dalton slid his thumb against my chin, his index finger curled beneath it. He lifted my eyes to meet his.
“And he’s not here now,” he smiled. “Only me. You don’t have to worry about him now. But I’m glad that he didn’t hurt you… not physically, at any rate.”
“No, Jeremy was all psychological,” I clarified. “But you’re right. You’re the one who’s here… and the one I want to spend my entire night with.”
I leaned upwards and planted my lips against his again, murmuring softly as I tasted him.
All the way down to my bones, I could feel it:
I’m ready for this, Dalton. For you.
I let my eyes communicate that thought as my lips pulled away, and I bit my lower lip slightly, relaxing myself beneath him. He took the hint, rubbing his palm along my shoulder as he gazed deep into my eyes.
Dalton’s lips met my throat again, and his hands began to wander. I let the rising and falling of my chest draw out with satisfaction as his hand cupped my breast under my bra, squeezing the soft, supple flesh.
Already, I could feel that my nipples were starting to peak, driven by pleasure and anticipation. His toughened fingers brushed against them, rubbing the rising nubs as they began to stand at attention, demanding his touch.
Answering their call, he lowered his lips and took one of my nipples into his mouth. With just the right amount of pressure, he tugged at the sensitive nub between his teeth. Letting his tongue flow across the erect peak, he cupped my breasts with his large, strong hands, squeezing the supple flesh and tantalizing me further.
“Oh, Dalton…” I moaned, closing my eyes and relaxing beneath his touch. I couldn’t complete the thought aloud, because he switched to the other nipple, squeezing tighter, biting harder, and mixing just the right amount of pain into the pleasure.
Leaving his hands where they were, he redirected his lips downward, kissing his way along my abdomen. I felt him glide his hungry, lustful pecks down towards my glistening sex, and the anticipation began to mount higher than before. Instead of going straight for the prize, he began to kiss along the seam of my hip instead, planting his lips along my inner thigh before switching to the other.
Meanwhile, his hands nimbly pleasured my bosom. His fingers tweaked my nipples, rolling and squeezing them between his fingers as he played me like an instrument.
Finally, I felt the pressure of his mouth against my thong. I pushed upwards, eager for his attention, and he pushed downwards to meet the intensity of my need. He began to suck against the fabric, sliding his tongue along it to tantalize me, even tugging at the lining with his teeth. I didn’t want him to stop kneading my bosom…
So I unclasped the bedding at either side and began to slip off the final layer of resistance between us. After a moment, I was finally bare for him, completely vulnerable and naked underneath his powerful, hungry body.
“This isn’t fair,” I told him.
“What’s not fair?” He whispered, kissing into my thigh.
“All of my clothes are off, but you’ve still got half of yours on…”
“We can fix that in a moment,” he chuckled.
Before I could retort, he descended.
Dalton’s warm breath cascaded over my bare sex as he slipped his lips back down, parting my wet slit with that delicious tongue of his. As he shouldered my thighs and dug his fingertips into the fleshy softness, I felt his tongue slide up a line over my chasm, quickly zeroing in on my swollen clit.
“Oh…god…” I murmured, clenching at the pillows on either side as he flicked the bead of my passion with his wet mouth. “Dalton… fuck, that feels so goddamn good…”
He continued to taste me veraciously, his fingernails digging into my skin as he held my thighs shouldered around his neck. By skillfully varying the pressure against my clit, sometimes slipping down to fill my chasm with his eager tongue, he constantly propelled me to new heights.
British? Yes.
Military? Yes.
Arrogant? Yes.
Skilled with his tongue? FUCK YES.
My fingers threaded through his hair as I rode his face, feeling the throes of my first orgasm begin to build up in my core. Between my moans and hushed commands to keep going, I threw my head back into the pillows and gasped with growing, impending satisfaction…
My limbs went taut as my body was racked with pleasure. I rode out that incredible climax as he pressed down into my sex, without a single complaint about my fingers clenching his hair as tight as they could. My lips trembled as I gasped out that crushing ride, until finally the strength was sapped from my bones and I dropped down to the bedding.
It was honestly the most absolutely impressive orgasm I’d ever had.
As I lied there in bliss, coming down from that powerful orgasmic high, I vaguely sensed Dalton stripping his jeans off, and dispensing of his boxer briefs. I glanced up to see the largest cock that I’d ever seen. Dangling between his legs, the thing had it all – surprising length, thick girth, and a powerful, bulbous crown at the end.
“Oh my god…” I murmured, gazing at it.
Dalton lif
ted the condom wrapper to his face, tearing it free with his teeth. Soon, he was sheathing his large weapon, descending back into bed over me, his lips pressing into mine…
“Are you clean?” I asked.
“Yes, are you?”
“Of course.”
“Well… that’s fine, but I’m not doing this without protection,” Dalton shrugged. “I’m not really interested in kids at this exact moment in time.”
“That makes two of us,” I smiled, “which is why I’m on birth control.”
He side-eyed me for a moment. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, it keeps my cycle regular,” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrow. “So, if you want to do this without that layer of rubber between us, that’s actually a possibility…”