Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I lost the question he asked when his fingertip lightly caressed my nipple. Dang, he made it so sensitive. The bud tightened with tingles of desire shooting from my nipple all across my body.
“I’ll take your silence as an acceptance of my discovery.”
“Mmm,” I said and closed my eyes. The visions of Dash were right there waiting. I gave a small smile remembering his excitement of reeling in one fish after another. And his frustration when I’d let them go back in the river. Whether he liked it or not, my guy was a natural fisherman to his core.
“I like when you smile like that. I like to think you’re thinking of me,” Dash murmured. I dropped my chin and cracked my lids to see him staring down at me. He rose enough to place a series of small kisses on my lips. The boat rocked at the disruption of our balance. I didn’t care in the least, but he did. He lifted and stayed still until it stopped moving.
“We’re good. We’re evenly spaced. Kiss me again.” He didn’t do that, but the hand that had played with my nipple caressed down my chest and over my tummy. It slipped under the waistband of my cargo shorts. Not the first time his fingertips had touched me, but my body gave the same over-the-top reaction as every other time. He skimmed my tip, massaging there in small, circular strokes, spreading the leaking bit over me.
Even though I’d denied wanting to take our relationship to the next level, claiming we needed more time, I was truly ready.
“Is that for me?” Dash whispered and pushed his hand lower. That was new. It felt too good, better than anything I was able to do on my own. My body bowed as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He lifted above me, pressing his lips against mine. “Do you trust me?”
How could I retain anything asked when the heel of his palm used pressure, rising and falling over me? He used both knees to spread my legs apart as the tip of his tongue lavished the shell of my ear before pushing inside. The quiet whisper was almost my undoing. “I love you. You have to know.”
His hand gripped my length with purpose in every tug. My eyes opened, my head tilted, my gaze searching his. The words he spoke were etched on his face with certainty and strength.
My heart thumped wildly against the knowledge that he plotted every moment we were together, making sure it was special until he got us right here together. I gave small shallow puffs, my mind reeling with the pleasure below.
“I love you too. I have since…you know.”
“Me too.” Dash moved carefully between my thighs, most certainly trying to keep balance. “My birthday’s in a few days. I want us to make love. For that to be my birthday present from you.” He deftly shoved his shorts down past his butt, springing himself free. My hips pumped back and forth while he unzipped my shorts and pushed my underwear low. Seconds later, he had us in his fist, jacking us off together.
Oh, Jesus. I was gay. I was so gloriously gay. My breath panted, and my vision blurred. The moment had me dropping my head backward, imprinting the size and shape of his cock, down to the lines and veins running over it, into the deepest recesses of my mind. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
“You and me. In my room at the resort. I’ll slip you in,” he said, all breathy and husky. “Say yes.”
He pumped his fists up and down like a pro. The friction spoke of decadence and wickedness in the best possible way. My body coasted on pleasure, finding the freedom to love all the different layers of me.
From head to toe, every muscle in my body tightened and strained. I wasn’t breathing. I had to breathe. But staving off my release took all my energy.
My hands reached low, needing to feel him. Dash guided me and clutched my hand in his, holding us tightly together. It all became too much. Survival took over. I exhaled in a whoosh and took a deep cleansing inhale. From there, my breath came in short shallow puffs. My world turned into vivid technicolor.
“Look at me,” he instructed. My balls tingled, my hips arched forward and stayed locked there.
I had no hesitancy when I opened my eyes and reached out for Dash, cradling his face in my palm. Sweet agony mixed with the most delicious desire.
“These weeks have been the best of my life. I love you,” Dash repeated.
How could he hold enough thought to form coherent sentences? “I can’t hold it…”
As I looked down the length of my body, I watched our heads bound together, dripping. Dash’s need was as great as my own. His lips came down on mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth, taking what he wanted. My hips arched one last time before my release barreled forward. Oblivion surrounded me. A perfect moment in time. I found perfection. Sleep pushed me under.