“Fuck my mouth,” I whisper as I suck him, he tastes so good.
His knees nearly give out, and he grabs the back of my head with both hands. “Don’t tempt the dragon, baby, not even I can stop him.”
Zoe
I liein the semi-dark bedroom as my mind wanders. Morning has come, along with some stark realities.
Last night was perfect….. better than perfect.
It was the best date I’ve ever been on.
My eyes roam over the dreamy man sleeping next to me, the white sheet covering his body as he lies on his back. Brown hair, dark tanned skin, and muscles for miles.
So different to anyone I’ve ever met before and yet, somehow so familiar.
I like him, I mean, Ireallylike him. Our connection is just so easy and fun. And I know it’s all about sex and probably doesn’t mean it’s going to turn into anything long term but what has scared me the most is the realization that I don’t have these feelings with Rodney. As much as I thought I wanted us to be back together, I realize now that he was right.
Our relationship had run its course, it was a childhood love built on comfort and familiarity.
Dylan told me that he broke up with his girlfriend because he loved her for the wrong reason.
She was his safe place.
I think back to when Rodney and I broke up and although he never said those exact words, I see now that he meant them.
Hell.
I’ve been such a fool.
Holding onto a relationship because I thought we belonged together. Regret swims deep in my stomach, I’ve put myself through heartbreak, let past feelings put me in an emotional prison.
Dylan stretches and his eyes flutter open, and I smile at his beautiful cheeky face. “Morning.”
He leans forward and kisses my shoulder, his sleepy eyes still closed.
“Do you want some breakfast?” I ask him.
His smiles and slides his hand down to between my legs, “I’ve got it right here.”
“Behave.” I giggle as I inch back from him. “I want to get to know you better.”
“You know my dick.” He grabs for me again.
And how incredible it is.
“What are your plans today?” I ask him, I want us to build on the relationship part of us, I already know the sex part is perfect.
“I have the day off.”
“Ahh,” I smile. “I have a few hours off this morning, you can be my assistant and help me.”
“Help you what?”
“Put the last of my Christmas decorations up.”
He sits up abruptly, “I…yeah, no.”
“No?”
