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A wiggle of her hips and Talia could feel the tip of his cock at her entrance. The pressure of his large head where his fingers had just been felt good, but she wanted more. So, so much more. Starting to lower herself, she went slow, letting him fill her up. He was so big, even with how wet she was, there was a tightness she couldn’t quite describe. It wasn’t pain but more of a discomfort as her body adjusted. Wincing slightly, she sucked in a breath, pushing through this new sensation.

“Look at me, Talia,” Dash said, his voice soft and laced with emotion. “You good?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she confirmed, lips pressed together. Dash’s eyes searched hers, trying to see just how big of a fib that was. She wasn’t sure she could hide anything from him in this moment, nor did she want to.

Cupping her face in his hands, Dash kissed her in a gentle, tender reminder that he was right there. That they were in this together.

“Nice and slow. That is why you are on top, so you can set the pace. We are not in a rush.”

Talia let out a sigh, her lips finding his again. His kisses were so comforting, surrounding her like a warm blanket. After another long moment getting lost in each other’s mouths, Talia started to move again, just as slow as before, not rushing her descent.

Dash let out a long, guttural groan as she reached the base of his dick. “You feel so fucking good, Talia. Are you ready?”

Nodding slowly, she reminded herself to breathe, to be in the moment. A moment that was so overwhelming—too much and yet not enough all at once. Everything felt so foreign, like she was Alice through the looking glass, curious and excited, but still cautious.

“This is just like dancing; simply follow my lead.”

Dash’s words were soothing, exactly what she needed to hear. She trusted him, cared about him. There was no one else she wanted to be sharing this moment with.

Holding on to her hips, he carefully withdrew from her, the loss of him noticeable inside her. Talia whimpered, hating the new empty feeling. It didn’t last long though, as Dash shifted again, sliding back inside her.

“Dash…” she moaned, his name the only word she could form.

She was so full, feeling every inch of him inside her as he moved. As full as she was though, she wanted more. Her body craved more. Craved a feeling she didn’t have a name for, but somehow knew Dash could provide. As he rocked his hips faster, Talia started to feel it. That delicious friction only their bodies could create. Her skin tingled, heat rushing over her as they moved, slowly finding a rhythm. Nothing about this was frenzied or sharp—nothing like what she had imagined based on what she had seen on TV or online. Yet, it was all-consuming.

Leaning backward, Talia pushed her breasts forward, trying to angle her hips just right. Dash took the hint, capturing a nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking as his thumb found her clit. New sensations rippled through her, the pleasure almost too much. She felt everything, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She had waited for this moment for a long time, wondering if maybe she had made a mistake in not giving it up sooner. If she had built it all up in her head too much.

Now she knew she hadn’t.

Here, in this moment, Dash was proving that she had made the right choice. In waiting, and in choosing him. Everything he did was perfect, the telltale tickle in her belly confirming that as her orgasm grew closer. She could already tell this one was going to be better than the one she’d had moments ago—and that had been the most powerful thing she had ever experienced.

“You are magnificent,” Dash said. “If you keep riding me this way, I am not going to last.”

“I’m not going to either,” she replied, panting. “Just don’t stop.”

“No plans to.”

Her plea was like throwing gas on a fire, fueling Dash somehow. He picked up the pace, thrusting into her rather than the gentle rocking he’d been doing, his thumb still trained on the clit. With each new thrust he found that magic spot inside her, the one that she’d only been able to reach on occasion, dialing everything up to eleven. Now it all really was too much. Like a tidal wave hitting the shore, her climax crashed over her, racking her whole body. Talia lurched forward, her grip on Dash’s shoulders tightening. Fireworks burst all round her, taking over her senses.

“That’s it, baby.”

Talia’s heart squeezed at Dash’s encouragement, her orgasm still flowing through her. She was so lost in her world, her body still in space, she barely heard his grunts as he thrust a few more times. Coming down from her high, she heard him mutter a long string of words she didn’t understand, the force of him shuddering underneath her sending a ripple of aftershocks her way.

They stayed just like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch their breath. So that was sex. All the hype suddenly made sense. If Talia had thought she was jelly before, now she was mush. Completely and totally blissed out.

With a man whose heartbeat matched hers.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Jesus H Christ!” a loud, booming Irish accent screamed, followed by the crash of the front door.

The ruckus startled Dash out of a dead sleep, although he wasn’t sure whether it was the door or the voice that did it. Maybe it was the combination. Either way, he was awake. Jumping up off the couch, pulse moving at the speed of light, he looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Oh, hi Dash,” he heard Avery giggle.

Standing in the doorway was the sweet redhead, biting her lip trying to hold back a nervous giggle, hand outstretched like she was attempting to obscure her view of something. Liam stood behind her, face twisted in horror, his hand covering his eyes. It took a moment to piece it all together, but then it hit him. Looking down at himself, the answer was clear.

He was naked.