Page 40 of Dash

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur before I thrust into her, my hips pressing tight to hers as I find my rhythm.

The noises she’s making teeter between soft and feral, broken and fierce. Our mouths part and I let go of her wrists to hook under her hips. She lets out a squeal as I drag her closer and roll my hips to hit that spot inside her that’ll unravel her.

This is perfection because it’s real. It’s raw. It’s her and it’s me.

Her lashes flutter before her eyes close, and her fingers twist in the sheets, as if she’s falling and it’s the only thing keeping her steady.

I run my hand over her belly and press down as I thrust deeper. Her back arches instantly, and she lets out a strangled scream. She tightens around me, and my thrusts stutter as I get closer. I don’t take my eyes off her, watching her lips twitch into a smile as we both ride closer to the edge.

When I finally spill inside her, my breath chokes and spots dance through my vision. Her throat tightens as she cries her own release and takes everything I have when I empty into her waiting pussy.

Fuck. I’m seeing stars as I suck in air that feels so thin it feels it might as well not be there.

My arms turn to jelly and I collapse onto my hands, careful not to crush beneath me.

Her chest is flushed, hitching with every drag of her lungs. Sweat beads on her skin, mine too. I feel wrung out when I flop next her and without asking, I pull her onto my chest.

Neither of us speak for a moment, just trying to calm our bodies.

“That’s one way to do cardio in the morning,” she murmurs eventually, pressing her cheek to my skin.

I brush her hair back from her face, enjoying the peace, the afterglow. “Better than the gym any day.”

She lifts her head off my chest. “No way you’re gym bro.”

I snort. “I’m not,” I agree. “But I think I could get into this exercise routine.”

She settles back against me and I trail my fingers along her shoulder, down her back, her hip and circle around. She’s soft and warm against me.

“Did you know having sex burns more calories than a gym session?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know if it’s true, but it sounds good doesn’t it? If you’re going to sweat, at least do it in a fun way.”

This girl…Fuck.

“I’ll be your gym partner any time you want.” I press a kiss into her hair, and she melts into me even more.

I could get used to this.

“You okay?” I ask her.

“Yeah, Dash. I’m… better than okay.”

That eases the tightness in my ribs and I kiss her, needing to feel her against my lips.

We take our time getting up. While she showers and I raid her fridge. There is fuck all in there, other than the takeout containers from last night and a sad looking block of cheese.

I order something to be delivered before making coffee.

Her hair is damp when she steps into the room, wearing my hoodie and leggings that hug her curves in a way that has my hands itching to touch her.

She pauses in the doorway, leaning against the frame. There is no sass, no act when she looks at me, just vulnerability.

“That’s twice now you haven’t disappeared when I left the room.”

“I told you. If I have to go, I’ll fucking be a man and tell you.”

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