Swing and a Kiss: Carolina Waves Series Book 4 Page 16

  Dale’s hands shifted to my ass then I felt my shorts slide down my legs. He sat back and held my hand while I stepped out of them then took the opportunity to look his fill. Thankfully, I’d worn my sexy underwear. He stared at me for what seemed like forever before meeting my gaze.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Perfect.” He stroked his hand across my abdomen then, leaning forward, he dragged his tongue against the juncture of my thighs making me shiver. “Sweet.”

  He stood and wrapped his hand around my waist, then walked me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. Following me down onto the mattress, he pushed me until I was sprawled in the center with him between my thighs.

  After kissing me senseless yet again, Dale pulled back and traced his index finger along the edge of my bra before dipping it inside and pulling one cup down then the other. My breasts were on full display for him and I should have felt at least a little embarrassed, but I didn’t.

  I held out my arm to stop him when he started to lean down and kiss me again. His eyes widened and he moved to pull back, but I dug my fingers into his shirt to hold him in place and smiled.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  He did as I asked and I itched to touch his smooth skin and well-developed muscles. So I did. He sucked in a sharp breath as my fingers traced down his six pack to the cut of his hips and over to the other side and up again. I moved them down to unbutton his shorts but he grabbed my hands and stopped me then entwined our fingers and shifted down on top of me, our joined hands on either side of my head.

  “It’s best if I keep my shorts on for now.” He gave me a lingering kiss then pulled back and smiled. “I don’t want this to be over before it gets started.”

  Then he took my mouth again almost frantically, with much less finesse, but still so good. His hands let go of mine and he wrapped his arms around my waist shifting me further down as he settled between my thighs, the ridge of his erection pressing against me right there and I rocked against him. He rested more of his weight on me, holding me still.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind it registered that he’d unhooked my bra, but it wasn’t until I felt my breasts fully pressed against his naked chest that I realized it was gone. Dale dragged his mouth from mine and shifted down to pull my nipple into his warm mouth. I let out a long, low moan as he licked and sucked one nipple then the other. Back and forth he went, and every touch of his mouth sent zings of sensation down to my clit but when I tried to push up against him seeking relief, his hips held me in place.

  I slid my hands up his back then dragged my nails down and cupped his ass, pulling him forward to help ease my ache. Only it just made it worse.

  Dale pulled back and drew in a big breath.

  “Christ Karen. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

  Dale sat back on his knees and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs. He stared at me for several heartbeats, heating me with his gaze, before leaning down and kissing my knee. Slowly, deliberately, he inched his way up my leg, alternately kissing and nibbling my skin.

  When he reached the juncture of my thighs and kissed right over the center of my core, I nearly jumped off the bed. He placed a restraining hand on my belly and his eyes met mine over the expanse of my body as he opened his mouth and licked between my folds over and over again, flicking his tongue against the nub of nerves at each pass.

  My chest rose and fell as I fought to steady my breathing while he continued his sensuous torture, licking and nipping and sucking until I didn’t think I could take anymore.

  I closed my eyes as though blocking out the sight of what he was doing would help dull the sensation, giving me a modicum of control. But it only intensified the feeling so I opened them again and dug my fingers into his scalp holding him in place, surrendering to wherever he wanted to take me.

  Every touch of his mouth felt so damn good, I was barely holding on to my senses. So when Dale slipped one finger inside me, then another, and stroked as he sucked hard on my clit, I shattered.

  When I came back to reality, he was beside me, naked, condom in hand. I blinked twice before looking down and focusing on his enormous erection.

  “Oh wow.” I reached out to touch it, but again he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

  “Next time, okay?” Resting his forehead against mine, he kissed the corner of my mouth and flashed a pained smile. “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”

  I pulled my hand back and he ripped open the foil packet and watched, fascinated, as he rolled the condom down his impressive length. That done, he met my gaze and settled back between my thighs. He reached down and lined himself up at my entrance and pushed forward, sinking into me in one, long thrust. I gasped at the same time he groaned. He stayed still for a minute and my inner muscles relaxed as I adjusted to his size. He’s really big and it’s been a long time.

  “Damn.” The way he said the word, it sounded more like a prayer than a curse. “You feel so good. So tight.” He pulled back and slowly thrust forward and stilled again. His brow wrinkled as his gaze met mine. “I’m really sorry, but this isn’t gonna last very long. But I swear I’ll make it up to you next time.”

  That’s the second time he’s mentioned doing this again. Not that I’m complaining.

  Again, he pulled back and pushed forward, but this time he kept repeating that motion, pumping in and out, slow and steady. My inner muscles gripped at him every time he pulled out and clenched against him with every thrust forward.

  He settled into a perfect rhythm and I moved my hips to counter his movement, adding to the sensation. I pulled my legs further back as he picked up the pace and gripped his ass. With each forward motion, he nudged against my clit and I shifted my hands to his shoulders and wrapped my right leg around his waist, wanting more. He sank further against me and hit that spot.

  I let out a long, low groan as I felt my inner muscles spasm against him again and again. My orgasm went on and on and I fought to suck in air.

  Dale moved his hands down to grip my hips and slammed into me twice more before he let out a low growl and collapsed on my chest.

  I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. His weight felt so good against me and when he tried to pull away, I tightened my arms. He rested his head against my shoulder and still joined, we held each other as our breathing slowed back to normal. After kissing my chest and chin, he looked up at me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  I felt cold as he pulled away so I shifted under the blankets. My eyes half closed, I watched him walk back to the bed and crawl under the covers. He pulled me into the circle of his arms and I rested my head against his chest, exhausted.

  As I drifted off to sleep, I focused on how amazing this had been instead of allowing the guilt nudging at the corners of my mind into my thoughts.

  Chapter 20

  Dale

  * * *

  I just flipped the last pancake onto the stack when I heard Karen come out of the bedroom. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw her standing by the table wearing my T-shirt from yesterday.

  “Good morning,” I said. “Have a seat. Would you like some coffee?”

  “That’d be great. Thanks.”

  It might make me a sick bastard but my chest swelled a little bit at her sex-rumpled appearance and tired eyes. Not to mention the fact that she’s moving slower than usual.

  She pulled out a chair and lowered onto it, then picked up the glass of orange juice I’d set out earlier and took a long drink. As she swallowed, she held up the glass and smiled.

  “I get Pam, huh?”

  Of course, I had to serve the juice in The Office glasses she’d given me. I handed her a mug of coffee and set the plate of pancakes in the middle of the table then sat down.

  “Well, if you’d taken this seat, you would have been Jim.”

  She added a teaspoon of sugar and a splash of cream to her coffee then looked at the breakfast I�
�d prepared.

  “But regardless, I always have Dwight.” I held up my coffee mug. Her shy smile made me add, “I do love these. They really were the perfect present for me.”

  “I’m glad you like them.” She picked a strawberry out of the bowl and popped it in her mouth. “The pancakes look delicious. The smell of them cooking is what woke me up.”

  “Help yourself.”

  I was happy to see her take three pancakes and place them on her plate. Then she smothered them with butter and syrup, cut off a piece, and placed it in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she let out a long groan as she chewed. The sound had my dick standing at attention. After all, he recognized that sound. He’d heard it quite a lot last night and it usually meant good things for him.

  “These are amazing,” she said as she swallowed. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  I filled my own plate and cleared my throat as I willed my raging erection to settle down. After our amazing first time, we’d both fallen asleep then woke in the middle of the night and as promised, I did things a little better the second time around. So she’s probably not only tired, but sore as well.

  “I’m no gourmet, but I can make most basic breakfast foods and few other things that keep me from ordering out all the time.” I fixed my pancakes to my liking then cut them into bite-sized pieces. “Before Penny and I moved in with our grandparents for good, we were left alone a lot so it was either learn how to cook, or live on cereal, ramen, and boxed mac and cheese.”

  “Speaking of Penny, Jeremy told me she’ll be leaving in a couple weeks.”

  I nodded and swallowed. “Yeah, she’ll have to report to training camp soon. But it was nice seeing her so much the past couple months. It’s been a long time since we’ve been in the same zip code for so long.”

  “She’s really great, and I love her hair. It’s gorgeous.”

  “Everyone seems to love it but her.” I popped another forkful into my mouth and chewed, thinking about that. “Actually, I think she’s come to terms with it now. But she went through a rebellious phase and dyed it all different colors when she was a teenager. She was blonde for a little while then black when she went through her Goth stage Jack mentioned the other day. I thought she looked ridiculous and told her so, but my grandmother said she wasn’t gonna argue about hair.”

  Karen took a sip of coffee then cradled the mug in her hands, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the smooth surface. I was happy to see she’d cleared her plate.

  “I can understand that. I hated my hair when I was a kid and used to tell my mother that I was going to dye it black when I grew up.”

  “Why? Your hair is beautiful.”

  And I learned last night she is in fact a natural blonde.

  “When I was a kid, it was white blonde. I swear it was fluorescent. And people commented on it all the time calling me a little towhead. Of course, when I was little, I thought they meant toe head, like a toe on your foot, not tow as in flax.”

  I laughed at that.

  “That is seriously the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.”

  She scrunched her nose, trying to look annoyed, but her smile won out.

  “Want more pancakes?”

  “No.” She sat back and patted her stomach. “I’m full. Although I’ll probably have more strawberries. They’re really good.”

  I’m really hungry this morning so I took the last two pancakes.

  “Did Penny tell you that she was named for her hair?”

  “No.”

  I nodded and chewed the mouthful of pancakes then swallowed.

  “My parents planned on naming her Lillian. Why? I have no idea.” I shrugged. “Anyway, once she was born with that copper hair, my mom said it was the same color as a shiny penny and decided to name her that.”

  “That’s kind of cool.”

  “It’s better than how they came up with my name.” She raised her brow as she bit into a strawberry. “There was some grunge band they followed whose lead singer was named Dale. But if anyone asks I say I was named after either Dale Murphy or Dale Earnhardt, depending on the audience.” I shrugged. “I haven’t been asked too often though. Most people call me Monte so I think they forget that’s not my first name.”

  Her eyes rounded. “Would you rather I call you Monte?”

  I shook my head and smiled. “No, I kind of like you calling me Dale.”

  Especially when she says it in a breathy voice like she did last night. But I decided to keep that to myself, for now anyway.

  “What about you? Does your name have an embarrassing origin?”

  “No, my parents just liked it I guess. And I never minded my name until it became a universal synonym for all entitled women with irritating demands.” She chuckled. “I never in all my life thought I’d be a meme.”

  “I didn’t even think about that,” I said around a short laugh then reached over and squeezed her hand. “But you’re none of those things. In fact, you’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.” I shifted closer and held her gaze. “And I had an amazing time last night.”

  I didn’t take my eyes off hers, but still saw the blush that stained her cheeks.

  “I had a great time, too.”

  When she bit her lip, I couldn’t resist her anymore. I leaned closer and kissed her. Her lips are still a little swollen from my kisses last night and they feel plumper and softer.

  “I love your mouth,” I said then shifted out of my chair to kneel before her. “And I love kissing you. I swear I could do it forever.”

  I sealed my mouth over hers and thrust my tongue inside. The kiss was so wet and wild and earthy, you’d never know we’d had our fill of each other mere hours before. Then again, I’m not sure I’ll ever get my fill of her.

  Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pulled her forward so she slipped off the chair and onto my lap and took her mouth again. Her thighs rested on either side of mine and my cock settled between her warm folds, her lacy panties and my basketball shorts not adding much of a barrier.

  I moved my hands down to squeeze her ass and pull her closer. She held onto my shoulders and as our tongues tangled and explored and her hips rocked against mine. I swallowed her low groan just before she pulled back, her breathing harsh.

  “Dale.”

  I recognized that breathy tone. Looking into her glazed eyes, I tightened my grip on her ass and pressed her down against me as the movement of her hips became more frantic.

  “Come for me,” I whispered. “I want to watch you.”

  She lost her rhythm and let out an adorable distressed groan before picking it up again.

  I didn’t take my eyes off her face, not wanting to miss a single nuance as she rode me. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and let out a long, low moan as her eyes widened then fluttered shut.

  Tightening my grip, I held her in place when she sagged as her orgasm ended. She rested her cheek against my chest and I felt her warm breath against my neck. When her breathing slowed, she pressed a kiss against my chest and pulled back.

  I shifted my hand up to cup her jaw.

  “That was beautiful.” I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Thank you.”

  The corners of her mouth curled up then she let out a short snort of laughter.

  “I think I should be the one saying thank you.” She shifted off my still-hard cock. “As a matter of fact, you made me a promise you didn’t keep last night.”

  Since she already had my dick in her grip, I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I asked anyway.

  “What promise is that?”

  I followed her gaze down to watch her hand tighten on my shaft as she used her thumb to rub the drop of precum that had escaped into the head.

  My breath shuddered in my chest and I leaned back and rested my hands on the floor behind me and sat back. Which Karen took full advantage of. She shifted to her knees and leaned over me.

  Licking her lips, she met my gaze.

  “You said I’d ge
t a chance to touch you, but I never did.” She lowered her head and placed her tongue along the base of my shaft and dragged it up to circle around the tip. “Not that I’m complaining. Last night was amazing, but now I want to play.”

  She’d addressed those two sentences to my dick and the warm puff of her breath nearly put me over the edge. Once she actually puts her mouth on me again, I’ll be a goner. I swear I don’t usually have the control of a teenage boy scoring for the first time but with her it’s just different. I’m totally at her mercy.

  “Aaahhhh, that feels so good.”

  She pushed at my chest until my back rested against the floor. Grabbing the waistband of my shorts, she tugged them down to the middle of my thighs. My dick bobbed toward my stomach and she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against the tip before opening her mouth wide and sliding her lips down my shaft then back up again.

  Wrapping her hand around the base, she slowly moved down until her mouth met her fist then she squeezed and did it again. She bobbed up and down on my cock, her warm mouth pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and held on, reciting baseball stats to keep from coming as I watched her head move up and down in a hypnotic rhythm.

  She tightened her grip around my shaft as her mouth moved back up my length. Her tongue swirled around the tip over and over and my balls tightened. I grabbed at her shoulder.

  “Karen.” She didn’t stop so I said her name louder.

  With her lips still wrapped around my dick, she looked up at me with those cornflower blue eyes and I forgot what I was going to say. Then my balls tightened even more and I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine.

  “I’m gonna come.” I dug my fingers into her skull. “Karen, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”

  Apparently she didn’t care because she pulled her hand from my shaft and reached down to alternately cradle and tug my balls. She lowered her head, taking as much of me into her mouth as she could and sucked, and kept sucking until I lost it.