Page 39 of The Draft
“No.” I couldn’t figure out if he was happy or sad about it. “But I am going to make sure it feels good for you. I mean, fuck, Madison. Why the hell didn’t you say anything?” He started moving ever so slightly, and my legs quivered but automatically opened for him.
“I didn’t think you’d go through with our deal if you knew.”
“You got that right.” He muttered something else under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out.
Then, he kissed me again, and this time there was a gentleness behind it. It didn’t just warm my body, it warmed my soul, and my bones melted in relief.
“Has it been hurting?” He was lightly pulsing inside me now, watching my face for any sign of pain.
“A little.” I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed at the confession because I wanted it so badly, but now that I had it, I felt guilty that I forced Dash to take it.
“Okay, well, I’m sorry, but this might hurt a little more.”
“I understand, but please don’t stop.”
He slid his lips across mine as he pushed himself further in, swallowing my whimper. I felt his fingers skate across my clit, and he gently caressed me as he continued thrusting. There was another pinch of pain, but it went away a lot quicker with Dash’s hand working on me.
“Almost there,” he whispered, and with another push, that was it. “Good girl.” The pain subsided to the point that it started to feel almost pleasurable.
“Keep moving.” I squeezed his arms, wanting to feel it all. My hips rocked against his as he started to develop a rhythm. One that I was matching. Each and every thrust.
Dash’s hot breath skated down my chest as he thrust into me. I couldn’t help but watch him. With his eyes closed, his breathing was labored, and his skin was red from the heat.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he whispered, looking down at me. “Look at you. Taking me all in that tight little pussy of yours.”
I scraped my nails across his chest, painting his pecs with scratches, which only pushed him to go harder.
He kissed me again, our bodies connected in every possible way, and I felt something deep in me burn bright. It wasn’t my pending orgasm, which had somehow managed to build after all that pain, but something else. Something a little deeper. Something harder to describe.
Dash’s hand pulled at my thigh, changing the angle, and as I whimpered, he covered it with a kiss.
His body was hitting me in just the right spot now, and I was right on the edge again.
“Just one night,” Dash said in barely a whisper against my lips as I came.
Stars burst in my vision, and my back arched, trying to get as much of him as possible.
That was it.
I fell back onto the bed, with Dash on top of me. I couldn’t move. My legs were tingling, and my heart was pounding. That was the best experience of my life.
Dash stayed inside me for a few seconds, letting our sticky bodies come down from our highs. He kissed my shoulder, then gently eased out of me.
Nothing was said as he rolled off the bed and disposed of the condom in the bathroom. I had to admit, that wasn’t exactly how I imagined things ending.
When he came out of the bathroom with a washcloth, I was confused. Pushing the sheets back, Dash sat on the edge of the bed, next to my hips. He gently opened my legs and to my surprise, he put the warm washcloth against my center.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat as it eased my pain.
“I’ve got some acetaminophen in the bedside table. I’ll get you some water when I’m done here.”
His hands continued massaging me, and would it be weird to tell him that it was kind of turning me on again? Was it normal to be this insatiable after the first time?
After cleaning me up, he made his way back to the bathroom and came out with a drink, placing it by my side.
“Thank you,” I said in barely a whisper.
He rounded the bed, getting in on the other side and dragged me into his still naked body.