I blinked blearily at him and might’ve smiled drunkenly. I was so lax and just…blissful. Happy.
He stared down at me through hooded eyes, holding his condom clad dick in one hand, nudging it against my sex. “You ready for round three?”
I waved a lax hand. “You could have anything you want. All my things. My first born. Just let me know where you want them sent.”
Dylan grinned then shifted so his arms were on either side of me and his dick firmly notched against my sex. “Christ, you’re so cute. Give me a kiss.”
I was helpless to obey him. His lips moved over mine, and I tasted myself on his lips. Salty. Different. I groaned and deepened the kiss. He shifted and held my face with one hand and slowly pressed himself into me.
It was a lot. So much more than two of his fingers had been.
I broke our kiss so I could catch my breath and whined with a keening call. “Dylan. I don’t, I can’t—why is it so big?”
He laughed huskily. “You can take it. You took my fingers so perfectly, and he’s not much bigger.”
“Oh really?” I glared up at him. “How about you flip over and let me put things inside you and tell you they’re not that big?”
“Kinky. How about we do this first though?” He stopped with only half of his dick inside me and panted like it was difficult for him.
I growled at him, but it ended with a whimper as he used his fingers against me and did something to my clit that had me clenching around him.
Then it was his turn to groan. “Fuck, sweetheart. Too much. Too tight. Too wet. Too fucking perfect.”
He pressed again, slowly driving his huge dick inside me until I felt his abs kiss mine. He was finally in, and I was so full.
Dylan froze for a second, his hands on either side of me as he took deep panting breaths. I wiggled a little on the bed as I tried to relax around all this fullness inside me.
And he lost it.
He gave a muffled roar and pulled out before driving back in.
I loved it. That I’d driven him crazy, had all this power over him, was heady. I wrapped my arms around him and just held on.
He pumped into me again and again.
And soon I felt myself building to something, but just when it was within grasp, Dylan gave another roar and froze above me, lost in his own orgasm.
And leaving me hanging.
Well, not entirely. I mean, I’d already had two orgasms. That was something, I mean everything. Definitely enough.
After a moment, he sighed heavily and slowly pulled himself free.
“Sorry, baby. It was all just too much. Give me a second.” He rolled away for a second, and I heard him pull a tissue from the box on the nightstand.
And then he was back between my legs. Pressing a finger inside me. Licking at my clit again.
“Dylan, what—you don’t have to—”
“Fuck yeah, I do. I can’t leave you hanging. One more, then we’ll go back to the wedding.”
“Wedding. Oh shit.” I’d forgotten where we were. We didn’t, we couldn’t—
And I couldn’t think because his talented fingers and mouth were building me to the top of the peak I thought I’d lost, and then my third orgasm of the night slammed through me.
His breath blew against my overstimulated sex as aftershocks shook my body, and I shoved him away.
He pressed a quick kiss on my thigh then rolled to his side and shimmied up the bed to wrap his arms around me again. A happy hum reverberated through my body from him behind me.
