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 lifted 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…”
Without another word, he’d ripped the sheath free of his cock, discarding it over his shoulder with the clothes.
Instead of going straight for the sex, he ramped up the foreplay a little more – just how I liked it. His strong lips peppered hungry, meaningful kisses along my body as he explored my curves with his tentative fingers and his strong, capable hands. Tenderly, he met my yearning lips with his own, kissing deeply and passionately as his wandering touch only steeped the fire in my core hotter than ever.
“I’m ready,” I murmured.
Dalton smiled into another kiss, grasping his throbbing weapon in his fist. He rubbed it along the outer lips of my slick, wet pussy, teasing me with his burning crown for a moment. I could feel as much as hear his cocky chuckle against my lips before he finally pushed himself inside…
And my lips parted with an involuntarily, heavy gasp of passion.
I’d seen his incredible girth, but I still hadn’t been prepared for the way that it stretched my inner walls. He had to tackle his approach in stages, pushing forward only to tactically retreat a few inches, but always pressing deeper into my body.
I tried to relax as best as I could, but my fingers were wrapped around his shoulders, and my nails were digging into his flesh as I groaned.
“Oh god, you’re so big…”
“Cor blimey, Clara,” he muttered between groans, “you’re so fucking tight. You sure you’ve done this before…?”
With my lips pressed against his neck, I nodded. “You’re so huge, it’s like I’m being taken for the first time again…”
&nbs
p; At the sound of that, he pushed in one last time, finally hilting himself completely against my hips. I shivered with pleasure, trembling beneath his rugged, heavy form as I ran my hands up his strong biceps.
Pulling his hips back, his lips crashed into mine. We desperately kissed as if there was no tomorrow, and he brought all of his might down into a deep, penetrating thrust that drove me wild.