Page 101 of Big D!ck Energy

“Hi,” he said, breathlessly.

“Hi.” Definitely breathless and possibly dying. “We destroyed the sushi.”

“Worth it.”

His mouth found my neck, and the sushi ceased to matter. My fingers dug into his shoulders, still spotted with water, and I arched into him as his teeth grazed my pulse.

His mouth claimed mine as we rolled again, and I ended up on top, hair falling around us like a curtain.

“This is real,” I said. Half question, half statement.

“This is real.” He tucked my hair back, traced my cheekbone. His gaze burned up at me, but his hands stayed gentle. “I want to see you. All of you.”

His fingers found the hem of my sweater. I leaned back, giving him room. The knit passed over my head; cool air kissed my skin. His eyes darkened. He unhooked my bra, and it fell away.

He didn't move. Just looked. Firelight played over my bare skin, and his expression was pure hunger. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

Then his mouth was on me, and I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. He gave attention to each breast, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make my entire body tremble.

“Dallas... please...”

His hands went to my jeans. Button popped. Zipper dragged down. He helped me shimmy free until I lay in just my underwear, exposed to his heated gaze.

He knelt between my thighs, hands running up, pushing them apart. A low groan rumbled from his chest. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and drew them down, knuckles brushing my inner thighs.

Then he just looked. His gaze traveled from my face down my body to where I ached for him.

“Spread for me, sweetheart.”

I let my knees fall wider.

He didn't rush. He kissed the inside of my knee first, a soft, lingering press that made me shudder. Then the other. His hands smoothed up my thighs, spreading me wider. He kissed a trail upward, until his breath was hot over my aching center.

I whimpered, lifting my hips.

“Shh.” His hands held me firm. “Let me taste you.”

His tongue found me. A slow stroke from bottom to top. My body jerked. A sharp gasp tore from my throat.

“Fuck,” he growled against me, the vibration making me cry out. “You taste incredible.”

He settled in, arms wrapping under my thighs, hands splaying over my belly to hold me still. And he ate. Long, languid strokes. Then he focused on my clit, circling with the tip of his tongue, light and teasing until I was begging.

“Please... more...”

He gave me more. Sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth with gentle, rhythmic pressure. His tongue flicked rapidly, then slower, learning what made me shake. One finger, slick with my wetness, pressed against my entrance.

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes, Dallas, please.”

He pushed inside slowly, deeply, curling as he swallowed my cry. His mouth never stopped. Then a second finger joined, stretching me, filling me perfectly. He found a spot that made my vision whiten, stroking relentlessly as his tongue worked.

My hips rolled against his face, seeking everything. He gave it. Fingers pumped, mouth worked, and his eyes, when I forced mine open, were locked on mine, watching me unravel.

“I'm... I'm gonna...”

He nodded and redoubled his efforts. His tongue lashed my clit, fingers stroked that perfect spot, and the coil snapped.

Ecstasy crashed through me, and a broken sob of his name, tearing free as I clenched around his fingers. He gentled, softly lapping as I shuddered through each pulse, until the sensation became almost too much and I collapsed, boneless and gasping.