“See,” I moan, thrusting against his hand. “Not lying.”

“Fuck.”

Dash discards my bra and bends his head to my breasts again, devouring them as his fingers flex inside me, rhythmic and maddening.

Oh God. It’s incredible, the pleasure surging through me, but something makes me pull back and move his hand away. “What was I telling you about patience?” I smirk, scooting back down the bed.

I reach for his pants and undo the button-fly. Dash hisses through his teeth as I peel them open. His cock is already straining against his briefs, and when I pull them down, it pops free, thick and hard, and too tempting to resist.

I lean over and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Callie…” Dash groans, his hands moving to tangle in my hair as I slide my lips down his shaft, then back up again. “Fuck.”

My power swells. Damn, I love this, making him gasp and groan. I swirl my tongue over his sensitive cockhead, then take him into my mouth again, finding a rhythm, responding to the way his body flinches. Dash’s grip on my hair grows tighter, until he’s moving with me, thrusting up into my mouth, controlling my pace and making me even hotter.

I can feel him get even harder, his body tense, until suddenly, he pulls me away. “I’m not going to last like that,” he growls, pulling me back up his body so we’re level. “And we’re just getting started.”

He kisses me, hot and wild, discarding the rest of our clothes so we’re naked, skin to skin. Dash pins me beneath him, eyes drinking me in. “Look at you,” he groans, face tense with lust.

I shake my head. “Less looking,” I say, breathless. “More doing.”

He chuckles. “Always so demanding…” He ducks to lightly nip one nipple, before rolling over to retrieve his wallet and a condom. Then he’s back, hands everywhere, teasing and stroking until I’m burning up, aching to have him right where I need him the most.

I rip the condom open and roll it on his hard length. Dash curses under his breath, and I know how he feels. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this, and when he finally lays me back and positions himself between my thighs, I’m just about ready to melt.

Dash thrusts inside me slowly.

Fuck. I moan, biting down on his bare shoulder as my body adjusts to the thick intrusion. He feels so good, moving slowly, all the way to the hilt. He pauses there, panting, and can feel the tension in every inch of his body, because I’m wound just as tight.

Impatient, I thrust back against him.

“Goddamn,” Dash bites out a groan. “Callie… You feel so fucking good.”

“More,” I manage to gasp, rocking up against him again. “Dash, please… Don’t hold back.”

Something flashes in his eyes, like I’ve told him exactly what he needs to hear, because this time when he moves into me again, it’s fast and deep, fucking me into the bedsheets so hard, I swear the bed rattles with our impact.