Page 62 of The Art of Being Merry
His words muddy this conversation. “Why?”
Dax sits back on his heels, his glorious cock on full display. It’snot the least bit deflated, which means the man is highly affected. “Because,Clementine.” He emphasizes my name in a high-pitched voice. If I thought I enjoyed the way he expressed it before now, it’s got nothing on this inflection. “I don’t want to stop at one.”
I bite back the gasp trying to escape at his honesty. He’s peeling back more layers of who I thought Dax Nicholas was, and I’m here for all of it.
As nonchalantly as I can—and I’m not sure I can pretend to be indifferent in this moment—I state with a shrug, “So don’t.”
His brows arch in disbelief, caught off guard by my statement. “You’re sure?”
“That I want you to give me more than one orgasm? Yeah, Dax. I’m sure.”
“What if we need more after two?” With the confusion somewhat cleared up, he gets back to work. His first act is untucking my thighs from my chest, spreading them wide.
“How about we cross that bridge when we get to it? ‘Cause right now, the one you promised is still eluding me. Want to remedy that?”
He reaches for the box of condoms he dropped on the bed earlier and sheathes himself in record time. My back is against the pillows, but instead of laying me down, Dax fits himself between my legs, his cock perched at my opening. He taps his thighs. “Need your legs here.”
His words fluster me to the point the only thing I can do is obey his command.
And yes, it’s a command. Curse him for bringing so much sexiness to what’s supposed to be a casual way to get off.
The shift in position allows him to breach my entrance in one swift movement.
“Eep,” I cry out in pleasure.
The next thing I know, his arms snake behind my back, and he pushes our torsos together, all still while he’s inside me.
I’ve never experienced sex in this position, but from where I’m sitting, there’s nothing “casual” about this. Not that I’m complaining or bringing it up now. It feels good—toogood—to do anything but relish the feeling and be in the moment with this man.
Dax’s lips meet mine, and he mumbles something about multitasking, but I’m too in the moment to fully comprehend the meaning.
I can’t explain what’s even happening except for the pleasure his cock inside me brings.
And his tongue in my mouth.
It’s more than joyful.
It’s euphoric.
It’smerry,to be aligned with the season.
It shouldn’t be this good, but maybe it only feels this good because it’s been so long for me. Maybe I’ve forgotten what it feels like.
But then again, it’s never felt like this, so I couldn’t have forgotten.
I’m too up in my head, so I shake out of my thoughts and lean into the feelings.
How Dax explores my mouth with his tongue.
How he pulls his dick out and pushes back in a moment later, going deeper.
How the sudden onset of an orgasm has my body soaring with pleasure.
“Yesssss, Dax. I’m so close. Get me there,” I mumble against his lips.
He severs the fusion of our mouths. “As you wish.” His arms pull me tighter to him, and he juts his hips and flexes his thighs, pistoning deeper inside me.
And I lose the battle my body wages. The orgasm takes hold, and I careen downward at such a speed, I wonder if I’ll splatter when I fully hit the ground.
