Page 92 of Bliss: Part 1
When it was over, they all got up, said a few soft things, kissed my face and lips, hands brushing against my skin, and then headed upstairs to clean up.
I didn’t move at first, needing another moment before I was ready to head upstairs. I reached for Dash’s hand and gave it a little tug before heading to my room.
He followed without needing any explanation.
He used my bathroom while I got into bed. I didn’t even bother putting anything on. I just pulled the blanket over me and let myself relax. I was still riding whatever high was left in me. I didn’t feel ashamed or awkward, but I was tired and worn out in a way that felt weirdly peaceful.
When Dash came out, he didn’t say anything. Just turned off the light, slid under the covers, and shifted toward me until his chest pressed against my back. I leaned against him. His arm came around my stomach automatically, and I placed my hand over his.
That was all it took.
The others didn’t mind that I was with him alone. I think they all understood that I’d probably need someone beside me tonight, and Dash had always been my safe place.
I was too tired to think too hard about anything, and within minutes, I was out.
I woke up a few hours later. Dash was still behind me, his arm locked tightly around my waist. His breathing was slow and heavy, and his chest rose and fell steadily against my back.
I shifted slightly, feeling his hard cock pressed up against my ass. I arched my back slightly, feeling his length linger between my ass cheeks. His hand flexed over my stomach, pulling me in closer.
“Dash?” I whispered.
“Mmm?”
He didn’t sound fully awake. His voice was thick and lazy.
I turned my head slightly, trying to see his face. “Are you awake?”
“Mmm…”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Can we do it again?” I asked, keeping my eyes on his face.
He didn’t respond or move at first, but then he frowned, and his eyes slowly opened. “Do what again?”
“Have sex,” I said, quietly. “Just you and me.”
His frown deepened, not quite processing what I was saying.
“Right now?” he asked, voice rough.
I nodded.
He gave a soft laugh and rubbed his face against the pillow. “Lissy, it’s like…the middle of the night.”
“I know,” I said. “I just…I want to.”
There wasn’t really a way to explain the feeling. I wasn’t horny. God, that just sounded wrong. I just wanted him again. I wanted him alone.
He shifted behind me and sighed as he covered his eyes with one hand, trying to wake himself up.
“Don’t tell me you’re already addicted to sex,” he said in an amused tone.
I laughed a little. “No. I just really liked it. But it was so much…I want to know what it’s like with just you.”
That caught his full attention. His eyes were wide open this time.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
