Nirvana.
My fingers tighten their grip on hers as I slowly pull out before thrusting deep into her once again. Another moan drifts over her parted lips, her head tilts back, her breasts lifting and falling with each breath.
She’s fucking exquisite. Feeling her inner walls squeezing my cock like a tight fist, I can only stare at her as I struggle to not lose control.
My Dash. My best friend and the only woman I’ll ever love. My soul mate.
Using more self-control than I thought I possessed, I pull out before slowly pushing back inside her. Her heat, how wet she is for me, her every response to me – it’s life-altering.
Her body trembles beneath mine, and when I continue to keep the pace slow, she tilts her head back, chanting, “Fast and hard. I changed my mind. I want fast and hard.”
The corner of my mouth lifts into a satisfied smirk as I watch her grow desperate.
Her hips swivel against me as she tries to get more friction, but I keep the pace punishingly slow.
“Christopher,” she whimpers, her eyes feverishly on mine. “Please.”
Slowly, I shake my head as I push inside her, and then I pause.
“Oh, God. You’re going to kill me,” she groans as she tightens her grip on my hands.
Letting go of her hands, I grip her hip to keep her from moving while resting my upper body on my forearm. My chest brushes over her pebbled nipples, and it earns me a frustrated whimper from her. Dash brings her hands to my shoulders, and then her nails dig into my skin.
Only then do I pull out again, and to torture her even more, I don’t push in all the way again, but instead, only the head of my cock. I keep the thrusts short and slow until she’s shaking beneath me, her breaths catching in her throat.
Driving as hard as I can into her, Dash’s body tenses, and I’m filled with wonder as I watch her face become angelic. Unable to pace myself any longer, I begin to hammer into her.
“Oh. Shit. My. Fuck. God,” she begins to chant, then she moans, “Christopher.”
Pleasure sizzles down my spine, and hearing the sound of our pelvises connecting and how slick she is, makes it impossible to stop my orgasm.
Dash begins to shudder beneath me, her nails clawing at my back as moans and sighs fall over her lips. Our eyes lock as my cock begins to jerk, and as I empty myself in her, pleasure stripping me bare, there’s only us… only this moment.
We find an otherworldly pleasure in each other, our souls become one, and I’m overcome with an intense possessiveness.
Dash is mine. Only mine.
She gasps for air as her orgasm begins to fade. I’ve been so attuned to her reaction, I’m not even aware of my heart pounding out of my chest, my lungs burning for air.
Dash brings her hands to my jaw as I slowly continue to thrust into her, savoring the last of the pleasure.
Her eyes mist up, looking like crushed leaves, then she whispers, “There aren’t words to describe how much I love you.”
My mouth curves up, and I press a tender kiss to her lips as I murmur, “Unconditionally. Irrevocably. All-consumingly.”
A bright smile lights up her face. “Eternally.”
“My Dash.” She represents everything worthwhile in my life.
I push inside her and then keep still as we stare into each other's eyes. Bringing my other arm up, I frame her face. Lowering my head, my lips start to worship hers as I try to express how much this moment of us becoming one means to me.
Her arms tighten around my neck, and then she begins to tremble beneath me. I pull back and watch as a tear spirals into her hair. Seeing her overcome with emotion fills my heart with tenderness, protectiveness, and absolute love for her.
They say you learn the true meaning of life when you find that one person you’ll sacrifice heaven and earth for.
In this moment, I learned my true meaning of life – Dash.
Chapter 14
DASH
Sitting at my desk, there’s a smile playing around my lips while I schedule meetings for the week.
My thoughts keep going to yesterday. The sex was unlike anything I’ve experienced before. We forgot about eating, about everything else, and spent the night making love, exploring each other, or just lying satisfied in each other’s arms.
As best friends, I thought we shared a special connection, but it’s nothing compared to what I’m experiencing now.
I feel complete.
My personal phone begins to ring, and seeing its Aunt Della, I answer, “Hi, my future mother-in-law.”
She chuckles. “How’s my future daughter-in-law doing this morning?”
“Good.” There’s a stupidly happy smile on my face.
“I found a boutique that has the most gorgeous wedding gowns. Want to meet me for lunch?”
“Sure, at one?”
“I’ll text you the address.”