But Dylan shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’m not going searching in my aunt’s drawers. That kinda thing would leave lifelong psychological scars.”
I giggled and then felt so powerful as Dylan seemed to be hypnotized at my bouncing boobs. They might be small, but they packed a punch with him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m afraid this first time might have to be quick. I promise to make it up to you when we get home.”
My heart stuttered at that last part.When we get home. Because that was what Dylan had become for me. Home.
His eyes were intent as he crawled back onto the bed, his arms bracketing me again, and I felt so safe. He stared into my eyes for a moment and I caught my breath again as so many emotions ran through me. And then he tipped forward and kissed me.
As his lips moved over mine, his fingers coasted down my body, plucking my aching nipple for a moment before trailing down my dress to my panties.
Because I was still wearing underwear.
Why?Why!I could’ve taken them off instead of my dress at least. No zipper required.
I moved to tug them away, but Dylan broke our kiss before sitting up to kneel between my legs. “Uh-uh. That’s my job, sweetheart.”
My hands fell away as I took in the heat in his gaze. His eyes darted between mine and the distinct wet spot I felt between my legs. A wet spot I was 99% certain was visible to him.
And then he confirmed it as he reached out and ran a finger up and down the center of me. I groaned and arched into his touch, closing my eyes as the sensation was almost too much.
“So much sweetness,” he muttered. “I can’t—fuck it.”
Then I heard a tearing sound and a second later felt something brush against me.There. As I opened my eyes, Dylan brushed something against me, and then I realized he’d ripped my panties off. Totally ripped them from me until just the elastic circled my waist and one leg. “What the—”
He dove between my legs, and I swallowed my words. Because he was touching me, running a finger over my folds, nudging them apart and staring at the very center of me.
I shivered.
“So sweet.” He sounded almost hypnotized. My heart lurched.
And then he was licking me.
“Dylan,” I whined, moving restlessly. It was almost too much. Too much sensation. Too much emotion. I couldn’t handle it.
“Just one more little taste,” he murmured. “Can’t get enough.”
Then his finger joined the party as he pressed one finger into me as his tongue flicked over my clit. I moaned. One finger became two, and I was so wet the sound of my body accepting his fingers echoed around us in the quiet room. It was so loud.
So embarrassing.
“So fucking hot.” Dylan groaned as his lips brushed against me. “Could do this all day. Just eat you and watch your pussy stretch around my fingers. Goddamn.”
All my embarrassment fell away. The need coursing through my body built. He kept thrusting his fingers into me as his lips and tongue moved over my sex.
It was so much. Too much. Too…everything.
I moaned and arched toward his finger, spreading my legs as all my worries and nerves fell away. I had to chase the sensation. I wanted more. I wanted everything he was giving me.
My second orgasm slammed through me, more intense than the first.
My hands fisted the sheets at my sides as my body jerked with the power of the pleasure he’d given me. He kept touching and licking me through it until I finally had to roll away from him as it became too much.
He laughed huskily and moved around on the bed. I kinda lost track since I was busy being all blissed out.
But then next thing I knew he was back between my legs and nudging me to spread them wider for him.
“You good, sweetheart?”
