He brushes between my legs, fingers sliding over the slick fabric of my panties. A soft sound escapes my lips and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“So wet, Rosie.” Lightly, so lightly, he brushes his hand over the soaking fabric. When he tugs me closer, his steel length pushes against my aching core. “Now, be a good girl and answer the question.”
I cry out and struggle to find my words amid my gasping breath. “I-I, uh, I don’t know.”
Dayton pulls back and stares at me, his expression one of pure frustration. All the touching stops. “Are you fucking serious, Rosalina?”
“What?” I wiggle against him, desperate for any sort of friction.
He pushes me hard against the wall, still keeping one hand braced behind my head. “You’re telling me you’re considering marrying a fucking deadbeat who never even went down on you?”
“Well…”
“No.” He claps a large hand over my mouth. “Not another word out of your mouth, unless it’s a cry of pleasure or my name.”
“But Dayton—”
“Perfect.” He cuts me off with a kiss. This one is softer than before, languishing.
He grips my hips and lowers himself, guiding my legs over the top of his shoulders. I grab the brambles on either side of me.
“Dayton, what—” My words cut off as he kisses the inside of my thigh. His stubble is rough on the sensitive skin.
He gathers the skirts, and pushes them up around my hips, pressing his mouth between my legs. The sensation of his lips against the wet fabric sends a shockwave through my body. I grab the vines tighter and let out a groan.
He grips the fabric with his teeth, sucking and tugging. Then he leans back and looks up at me with sparkling blue eyes. “Sorry, but this is in my way.”
With deft hands, he rips the fabric, letting my panties slide to the ground. A delicious breeze skates over my skin, and I let out a soft mewl.
“Perfect,” Dayton growls before moving between my legs, and his mouth drags over my folds. He slips his tongue inside and pleasure ripples through me.
One of his hands cups my ass, helping to keep me up, but the other circles the top of my clit.
“Holy shit,” I gasp out, my muscle tightening. Radiating heat pumps through my body.
“You’re such a good girl, Rosie,” he says. “So wet for me. You taste like the sweetest nectar.”
I rock my hips against his mouth. Have I ever felt such pleasure? I’m tempted to tell him he’s done too much for me already. The man hasn’t even taken off his pants.
But he doesn’t make me feel like a burden the way Lucas did. I think he’s actually enjoying this. But I can’t help it. “You can stop if you don’t actually like doing it.”
He stills for a moment, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “Do you like it, Rosalina?”
“Yes,” I say in a breath. “Yes, I’ve never felt anything like this. I just—”
“Then the fucking gods will have to tear me away from your sweet pussy,” the deep voice rumbles against my inner thigh.
I reach a shaking hand down to gently touch his hair, soft and golden. Warmth blooms in my chest, to feel so wanted like this. “Day…”
“Is that all?” He chuckles before his mouth returns to my aching core. He works me deeper with his tongue, pace increasing. Pressure builds inside of me. “Dayton…” I sigh out his name, then: “Day. Day!”
He stands, moving my legs from his shoulders back to his waist.
“Wait,” I cry out, dropping my hands from the vines and wrapping around his muscular shoulders. Did he change his mind? “Wait, I–”
“And you’ll feel it, love.” His voice is unhinged, like he’s barely keeping it together.
“Are we going to—”