Page 39 of Parentmoon

“Condom,” I groan.

“Gonna have a conversation about going without soon, darlin’.” He presses off the counter and rustles around in his fishing bag. Should I be concerned he so readily had one in his backpack? All worries are forgotten when I hear the foil rip and watch him roll the protection over his length. Then he’s at my center once more, rubbing up and down until my legs start to shake as they dangle off the countertop. He sets one of my heels on the edge, opening me up to him.

Suddenly, the flat of his tongue swipes over my folds and I buck up from the countertop. His tongue is warm and hungry, erasing the clouds of my day. My legs bounce of their own accord. My belly tingles. My toes curl. I’m so close.

Dallas kisses me hard down low and then abruptly stands upright. “I can’t wait.” Gripping himself, he slips into me, easily gliding forward with the wetness he’s created. He takes his time to stretch me as he goes, though. Then he’s holding my hips like I’m the daily catch.

“Get there,” he mutters, strain already evident in his voice as he pulls back then rushes forward once more. Dallas slows, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I groan. “That feels so good.” Lifting my other foot, I press my heel into the edge of the counter while Dallas rubs at the sensitive nub and slides in and out of me. A kaleidoscope of colors swirl behind my eyelids at the euphoric sensation and then I’m slammed by the orgasm.

“Dallas,” I cry out, lifting my head before dropping it back to the hard surface beneath me. Everything around me spirals outward before snapping back into place. How does he do this to me?

“That’s it, darlin’,” he encourages, keeping up his attention on my oversensitive spot while surging into me over and over again. I circle one leg around his hips as I ride out the remainder of this sweet trip.

Dallas stills, holding himself buried to the hilt as he pulses inside me.

While quick and sharp, this coupling forces all the bad energy out of me.

Rolling my head to the side, I close my eyes, relishing the weight of him buried within me, being as close as two humans can. Dallas’s hands skim up my sides, where I’m still wearing my bathing suit top.

“Let’s shower.” He catches my wrists and pulls me upright as he slips out of me.

I’m dazed and confused by the speed of what happened, but also grateful for the results. I’m drained of all worries for the moment and my body feels replete and relaxed.

When we shower together, Dallas massages my back and arms, washing me with care. While I wash my own hair, he suds up his body. I offer to scrub him, rubbing my hands over his chest.

He shivers at my touch. “Still a little sensitive.”

“Need to go again?” My too-high voice expresses my enthusiasm. I’m open to a second round.

“At my advanced age, I can’t go that quickly. But later.”

“Are you saying you’re old?” I drag a teasing fingertip down his chest again and lower to his finer point.

Dallas chuckles but catches my wrist, shifting his body out of my reach. “I’d never say that.” With the almost-boyish grin he gives me, no one would accuse him of aging.

Glancing around the steamy space, the shower could hold more than two people. “Was this designed for an orgy?”

Dallas chokes before laughing harder, the sound echoing off the tile. Thick and rich, the depth of his laughter is comforting. “Hadn’t considered that. I just like my space when I shower.”

“Yet I’m in here.” I gaze at him.

“Another first.” He watches me as he rinses soap off his body.

“That was a first for me.” I nod in the direction of the kitchen.

His brows pinch. “Too rough?”

I shake my head. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Sex on the kitchen counter?” His voice drops, incredulous.

I lower my head, shaking it again, embarrassed by how lame I must sound to an experienced man. Two fingers grip my chin and press upward.

Dallas’s gaze catches mine. “I’m happy to be your first.”

“You are that for many things,” I admit.