Page 28 of Chasing Dawn

I’d lost my heart to her then, and I’d never gotten it back.

“What will you do if you find them?” she asked quietly.

“Whatever you want me to do, Dawn. We’re yours, we’ll do whatever your heart needs us to do.”

I held still as she moved her mouth across my cheek to brush her lips across mine. I took a back seat, letting her set the pace, and when she deepened the kiss, I moaned.

The sound seemed to spur her on, and she kissed me deeper. Fuck. I groaned as she turned in my lap, straddling me, and my cock nudged the apex of her thighs. I could feel the damp heat of her core and scent her arousal. I was going to die right now, but it was the best way to go.

I gripped her hips, not directing her or confining her, just letting her lead. I didn’t want to traumatize her any more than she had been, and despite the fact that she said the guy she was with was nice to her in private, I didn’t want to assume anything.

“Talbot,” she whispered with a soft little moan that made my dick throb.

“Take what you need, baby. Make yourself feel good. I’ve got you.” She let out a choked noise then pressed her sexy body right along mine. She rubbed herself on the hard line of my cock, and I thrust up, helping her grind. Goddess, she was fucking beautiful with her head tipped back, her skin flushed pink.

“Oh God, Talbot. I’m going to, I’m—” Her thighs clenched around mine, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body stiffened and she keened out a cry. Her sweet little pussy gushed her release, and I could feel the wetness soaking through my pants. She collapsed onto my chest, her nose tightly against my throat, sucking in air. My cock ached with the need for release, but I held back. This was for Dawn.

“I’ve never…” She trailed off, and I stroked my fingers through her hair, breathing her in.

“Never what?”

“Orgasmed before,” she mumbled.

My eyes widened, but I controlled my body so she didn’t feel my shock. “Never? Not even with your own hand?”

She shook her head. “No. It felt… dangerous. The scent would have riled the males, and it wasn’t something I wanted to risk. And my mate was, uh, not good?”

I growled at the thought of that male. I didn’t tell Dawn, but he wasn’t going to live to see the sunrise when we went in either. She might not have approved that death, but he was going to be an unfortunate bystander.

“Your pleasure is the most important thing to me. Franklin might kiss like he’s checking for tonsil stones, but I promise he feels the same way. Vance too.” I brushed her lips with my own. “I hope you enjoyed your first orgasm, Dawn, because I am going to give you so many over the course of our lives that you’ll barely remember a day when you haven’t come on my tongue, my cock, or both.” I gripped her ass in my palms, grinding her on my cock. “Preferably both.”

She blinked up at me. “I read about that in romance novels I flipped through at the post office in town. I could never afford them, and I couldn’t bring myself to steal them, but the old lady behind the counter let me stand there and read them chapter by chapter. I read one where he used his tongue, and I thought it was just done in romance books. My husband never did anything like that.”

Fuck.

I stood up, my hands under her ass, holding her easily. “We have a couple of rules, and you have to swear you’ll follow them,” I told her, my tone serious. “If I do anything you don’t like, tell me immediately. If I do anything you love, tell me then too, though I’ll probably already know.” I winked down at her. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop. Don’t worry about anything or anyone else but your own comfort. If you aren’t into it, say the word, and everything ends. It’s really important. I don’t care if I’m two strokes from blowing my load, Dawn. If you want to stop, then it ends.”

Pushing into my room, I kicked the door closed. “Do you understand, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes looking a little dazed.

“I’m going to make you come on my tongue now, if that’s what you want.”

She nodded furiously, but I wanted more. I wanted her to use her voice. “With words, Dawn.”

“Yes, please, Talbot. I want that.”

I decided not to push her anymore and laid her gently on the bed. I hooked my fingers on her yoga pants and tugged them down her thighs. The perfume of her wet pussy almost made me come in my pants, and I groaned, closing my eyes.

Slow, I told myself. Slow and steady.

While I wanted to ravage her and give her so much pleasure she’d never think of leaving us, I knew I had to take it slow step by slow step. When her pants, shoes, and socks were off, she sat there in her plain cotton underwear, looking like a wet dream—a wet dream I’d had so many times over the last five years.

I left them on for a moment then knelt at the foot of the bed. Slipping one leg over my shoulder, I kissed up the other thigh. I brushed my nose over the damp material of her panties and her clit. She moaned, and I tongued her clit over the fabric.

I looked up at her face, and she blinked down at me owlishly. “Still good?”

“Yes! Please, Talbot,” she squeaked, and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down until I could slide them off her ankles. I stared at the pink folds that I’d dreamt of over and over, about to do the one thing I’d wanted to do since I was a horny, teenage boy who met the love of his life. I swiped my tongue up her slit, and she moaned.