Page 70 of What I Like About You

Wasting no time, he lowered his face to her core and gave her a long, hard lick.

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“Oh my God!”Zara cried out as Dalton’s tongue made contact with her. She grabbed onto the sheets trying to steady herself as her body responded to such a touch. Every nerve ending she had was standing at attention, tingling with anticipation. Dalton didn’t keep her waiting for long, though, giving her exactly what she wanted.

Zara felt as if the whole world around her had just fallen away. Her body was soaring as he nibbled and sucked, already knowing exactly how she liked it. It’d only been a couple of days, and yet he knew her body so well, he could play it like a fiddle. Every little flick of his tongue brought her to a new level, and she felt like she was drunk with lust. Just as she thought it couldn’t get any better, he inserted a finger into her, finding that sweet, secret spot. When his fingertip brushed up against it, it sent a jolt through her, causing her whole body to quiver in reaction. Dalton seemed to take that as a sign he was doing something right, and he finally zeroed in on that little bundle of nerves that was aching for his attention.

Within seconds she could feel her orgasm building. The feeling of it was so strong inside her already that just the buildup alone was more powerful than she had ever experienced. She had thought after the last couple he’d given her that nothing would ever top those, but Dalton seemed to have a way of outdoing himself. Or maybe this was not just physical sensations. Maybe it was heightened by all her feelings for him.

Her climax hit her just as Dalton inserted a second finger into her, sending her skyrocketing. She saw planets and stars as wave after wave of gloriousness pulsed through her. Staying with her as she thrashed against the sheet, pushing pillows off the bed, Dalton made sure to drain every last ounce of pleasure from her body. When she finally started to come down from such a high, his megawatt smile was there to greet her.

“You are exquisite when you come,” he said, kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips, and she was surprised to find it turned her on all over again. Who was she? First with the dirty talk and now this? Dalton was bringing out a side of her she’d only ever dreamed of but had never actually thought would show itself.

“You bring out a Zara I never knew existed.”

“I like her,” he said with another kiss. “But what I like even more is that she’s all mine.”

Zara thought her heart was going to burst at the statement. The idea of being his and his alone made her feel all sorts of things, not the least of which was warm and fuzzy. Part of her wanted to sit and revel in it all night long. But her body was still yearning for more of his touch, and from the feel of his length against her thigh, he was still very much in the mood.

As if reading her mind, Dalton hopped up off the bed, searching the floor for his discarded pants. When he found them, he rummaged in his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Slipping a condom out from an inside flap, he leapt back onto the bed, causing it to bounce underneath them. Zara let out a roar of laughter, causing him to scowl at her. Although one glance at that look on his face only made her laugh harder.

“What’s so funny?”

“A, your ass is really cute when you scurry like that,” she said. “And B, only you would keep a condom in your wallet.”

“A boy scout is always prepared,” he said, giving her a little wink.

“You weren’t a boy scout,” she threw back at him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t support their mantra.” He ripped the foil wrapper open and rolled it down his dick. Zara couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he did so, still in awe of a fully naked Dalton. With his hands planted on either side of her shoulders, she was caged in by his hot, hard body, and every part of her loved it. Just the sight of him looming above her like this sent a thrill through her entire body. He was so gorgeous, and the knowledge that someone like him could be attracted to her was baffling—but not something she wanted to try to understand right now. In this moment, all she wanted was to soak up all the attention he was willing to give her.

Placing his forehead against hers, he whispered, “I want you to ride me.”

“What?”

“I want to look at your glorious body, run my hands up and down your curves, suck on your stunning tits, all while you straddle me, your pretty little pussy gripping my cock.”

Zara felt her entire body heat up at his words. He’d just taken this whole dirty talk thing to a new level, and damn, she liked it. She’d never been overly comfortable being on top, but listening to him talk about all the things he wanted to do to her while she was on top of him made her light up like a Christmas tree. It also made her want to hop on and ride him like the prize bull at the rodeo.

Silently nodding, she shifted slightly so they could readjust, but Dalton stopped her. The look on his face would almost come off as predatory if she didn’t know better. But it was one driven by pure lust and desire. For her. Feeling the desire radiating off of him, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down into her, kissing him harder than she had ever kissed anyone. He made her feel like she was the sexiest woman alive, and man, did she love him even more for that.

Dalton grabbed onto her hips and in one fluid motion flipped them over. Maneuvering herself so she was straddling him, she took a moment to take in his beauty from this angle. His hard chest rose and fell in rapid succession with his short breaths. The smattering of light chest hair across his pecs caught the glow of the TV just enough to be noticeable and begged for her to run her fingers up across them. Leaning forward slightly, she did just that, lightly circling his nipples with the pads of her middle fingers as she did. Dalton let out a low groan from the attention, and it suddenly made Zara feel incredibly powerful.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” he groaned, thrusting his hips slightly so that his dick rubbed against her very wet center. Every time the head of his cock hit her clit it sent chills down her spine. Lining herself up with him, she let herself sink down on his massive shaft, only taking him a little bit at a time. He felt so good as he entered her, stretching her in a way that only he could. She could feel her own pulse course through her sex as she adjusted to him being all the way inside her.

Slowly, she started to rock back and forth, finding a rhythm with her hips. Dalton’s hands found her sides, helping guide her as the two of them synced up their motions. Closing her eyes, Zara felt herself get lost in the movements, her mind filled with only the pleasure she was feeling. The only thing that existed in this moment was her and Dalton, their bodies connected in a way that only they could. It had taken so many years filled with anger, tears, and misunderstanding to get them to this point. A point where they could just be them.

The feel of his hands moving to her breasts only heightened thoughts and emotions as he played with her nipples. Each pinch and tweak sent her flying again, resulting in her picking up her pace a bit. When she opened her eyes, she found Dalton watching her with an intensity that she’d never seen on his face before. His jaw was set, and he was breathing hard, keeping up with her new rhythm, but his eyes communicated something entirely different.

Love.

Those deep, ocean-blue irises were laced with so much emotion Zara couldn’t help but feel it deep inside her. It was a look that told her she was the only one, and that he worshipped the very ground she walked on. She knew she should probably be at least slightly unnerved by such a look so fast, but really, it had the opposite effect. It justified everything she felt about him in return. It solidified her own love for him. She was so hopelessly in love with him it wasn’t funny.

“Zara,” he whispered, sitting up and pulling their bodies together. With his arms wrapped around her torso, holding her tight, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She rested her forehead against his, needing to feel closer to him.

The new angle in which he was thrusting into her was sending sparks through her, but it wasn’t just that. Their bodies were about as close as physically possible, and yet it wasn’t enough. She was so overcome with emotion and love that it was all she could do to just hold on. She wondered if he was feeling the same way, if he was feeling everything with such an intensity.

A few more thrusts and all that emotion was overtaken again by the tingles of her orgasm starting to build. She wasn’t ready though—she wanted to come with him. The two of them, together.