Page 47 of Rise & Fall
After spending the majority of the day with her earlier, I hadn’t thought once of anything sexual. Because I was too focused on her and her feelings and allowing her to be herself. And what I saw was a girl, a woman, who isn’t afraid to be vulnerable. Who is eager to take on the responsibility and do the right thing, but someone who may fail and have to figure out a way around it all. Dakota intrigues me more and more as I get to know her.
And now, even if it might not be the right time, I can’t help it. My cock nudges awake as she sits on the bed and crosses her legs, giving me the most beautiful lust-filled look I’d ever witnessed. Or maybe she’s tired, I’m too hard to notice the difference. But the sight of her in front of me mixed with the way I know she tastes on top of what I saw from her today, it’s enough to drive a man insane.
Irresistible.
That’s the only word I have for what I’m feeling about her.
“Nolan,” she whispers my name.
“Dakota,” I whisper back.
She stands to meet me, walking over to where I’m standing at the frame of my door. She reaches for my wrist and pulls me in slightly, allowing herself room to reach behind me and close the door.
“You really got me through the day today.” She still has a grip on my wrist as she reaches up and lays a sweet kiss across my jaw.
It’s an innocent kiss. One that is warm and soft, but my focus is on the way her fingers brush up and down my arms as she slowly descends from the contact.
The only light filtering into the room is from the adjoining bathroom. Otherwise, the blinds to the windows are closed and even so, it’s nearly ten at night. Blackness layers the sky as the sound of rain lightly patters against the windowpane.
“You took away my stress and you helped me when I didn’t even know I needed it.” She tugs me gently, turning me around. My back is now facing the bed and she pushes on my chest, letting me know she wants me to sit on the end of the bed, so I do.
I honestly am lost for words. I did what I did because I knew it was the right thing to do, be by her side while she took care of what she needed to. I was able and willing to offer the help, I would have done it for anyone…right?
Dakota lowers herself slowly to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. The light from the bathroom projects a shadow across one side of her face so the way she’s looking at me gives off even more sex appeal. I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as her.
“I don’t know how else to thank you,” she says as she takes her fingers and walks them up my thigh.
It’s a part of her I haven’t seen before, and I had her on my face a few nights ago. But even then she was all wit and attitude and here, right now, she’s smitten. She’s slow and calculated, precise with her movement. She’s dazed and sensual and my balls tighten the closer she gets to my dick.
She pulls her lip between her bottom teeth. It’s a vulnerability she’s allowing me to see. Her greed in wanting to take care of me, the way I took care of her.
But I can’t let this be the way she feels she has to thank me. I don’t need anything from her, physical or otherwise.
“Dakota, you really don’t need to—” But before I can finish my sentence, she slides her palm over the bulge in my pants and rubs it, hard.
“Fuck.” The feeling of her hand on my cock falls out of my mouth in a harsh whisper.
“I know I don’tneedto do anything, Nolan. But you made me a promise.” She snakes her hand to the waistband of my sweats and dips her fingers under the top and it’s apparent how excited she gets, the shift in her position is the tell.
“A promise?” I question, not sure what she’s talking about.
“I will have you on your knees and I’ll make you feel so full of me, you won’t have time to give me your fucking attitude,”she mimics me in her best man-voice, the words I so willingly let spill from my fucking mouth the first night I tasted her.
I was so enraptured by her; I didn’t even know what I was saying. It’s not like me to be that aggressive, that dark, about the things that I say.
“Remember that, old man?” She runs her finger under the inside of my waistband, licking her bottom lip lightly with her tongue.
“I remember,” I say in a guttural tone, the heat from her hand is all too much. The way she sits on her knees so sweetly is too much. The way her eyes are filled with need is too much.
“I don’t know about you, but I keep all the promises I make.” She teases me, her hand gets lower and lower into my pants.
“I can keep a promise, but there’s also a time and place, and I don’t think this would be appropriate for either.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip, meeting her where her tongue swipes delicately.
But then I’m served a pout and almost what seems to resemble a look of annoyance crosses over her face.
“Nolan, this will be the second time you’ve denied me.” She removes her hand from my waistband and places them in her lap, still looking at me like she might actually bite. “Why?”
I can’t help but belt out a chuckle. She’s mad because I won’t let her suck me off, and I think it’s the cutest thing ever.