Before I knew it, I was lifted off his lap and into his arms, our mouths fused together, as he led us into his bedroom. Most of our clothes flew off in a hurry as we wrestled to get as close as possible. We rolled on the bed until I was on top, straddling him as we both chased our breath.
“I want to make you feel good.” I rested my forehead against his before trailing light kisses down his neck. Dylan’s head fell back on the pillow, his laugh vibrating against my lips as I kissed down his chest.
“Patricia,” he groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer, the steel of his erection burrowing into my core. “How could younotthink you make me feel good?”
I lifted my head, a sheepish smile curving my lips as I met his heated gaze.
“I’ve … done things with other guys—” Dylan’s body stiffened under me as he pressed a finger to my lips.
“I don’t want to hear the rest of that,” he growled.
My eyes rolled as I leaned my elbow on his chest. “If you let me finish, I’ve done things but never wanted to do … well, I want to do everything with you.” I let my hand drift over his waist, inching down to the waistband of his boxers before it dipped inside and palmed his length. His hips bucked off the bed with a gasp.
“I want to taste you. But I’m afraid I’ll be …” I trailed off and bit the inside of my lip. “I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it.”
His eyes widened before he burst out laughing.
“Sweet girl,” he sighed as his thumb drifted across my bottom lip. “There is no way you could be bad at it. I’m ready to blow now, with only you on top of me. Being inside your mouth would be fucking heaven.” His hand slid to the nape of my neck as he brought his mouth back to mine. “Pure.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, flicking it with his tongue before his lips dragged down my chin. My arms quivered against his chest. “Sweet.” One of his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass, the new angle causing delicious friction against my painful and swollen clit. “Heaven.” He brought his lips back to mine with a soft kiss that caught fire. I delved my hand in his hair, whimpering into his mouth as I writhed on top of him. The passion between us intoxicated me. Dylan was my drug and I wanted to stay high on him forever.
I inched my lips down his body, making a path of open-mouthed kisses before I took him into my mouth. With other guys, the thought of doing this always repulsed me, but when I pulled down his boxers and his cock bounced against the ribbed plain of his stomach, my mouth watered. His skin was smooth and shiny, stretching as he grew harder. Having no real frame of reference for what to do other than what I’d overheard from friends and a couple of gifs I’d seen, I sucked and licked up and down his velvet length. I took him deeper into my mouth each time, Dylan’s mumbled groans and whimpers egging me on. I kept my eyes on him, and reveled in how his face twisted in sweet torture. I felt powerful and sexy and maybe even a little skilled. He muttered a curse before grabbing me by the arms and pulling me away.
“So good, baby. So damn good.” His voice was a hoarse whisper as his eyes, dark and enflamed, met mine. His lips and tongue were everywhere, devouring me and torturing me at the same time. My hips bucked off his bed, hoping he’d take the hint and bury himself inside me. I wanted that so badly I almost cried when he settled next to me instead of on top of me.
Here came my second source of unbearable frustration. My virginity was hanging by a thread, but he still wouldn’t take it. He’d explained why, and while I appreciated him making it a big deal, now it was just pissing me off. After all we’d done, and all we weredoing, stopping right at the last second every time was grating on my nerves.
He dragged his lips down my neck, over my collarbone, landing on a rigid nipple. The wet friction and the bite of his teeth caused my body to jerk in response.
“Dylan …” I moaned, or … something. The sound came out as a mewl. Where the hell had that come from? Had Dylan just made memewl? I didn’t know whether to revel in this new development or cringe in humiliation. He did things to my body that made it respond, almost involuntarily, in the strangest ways.
With every fiber of my being, I was ready, and I’d given every signal I could think of other than screaming “Fuck me!” The only reason I didn’t was because I’d be devastated if I actually heard him saynoout loud.
“Fuck, PJ,” Dylan growled in my ear as he slid another finger inside me. He pressed his thumb on my clit, causing everything below my waist to quiver of its own accord. As I’d admitted, he wasn’t the first guy to spend time … down there. But Dylan’s hands and lips and tongue were better than I ever could have imagined, and I’d done nothing but imagine it all for what seemed like a lifetime. Of course, Dylan really didn’t need any skill to turn me on; he only needed to be there. Hell, just the thought of him did it. He didn’t even have to be anywhere near me, but I loved that he was.
“So wet, so tight,” he whispered in tortured reverence as he kissed down my naked chest and grasped my nipple between his teeth. I mewled again, as I squirmed against him, the pressure and tingling from too many nerve endings rendering me unable to lay still. I covered my eyes, not knowing what the hell to do with all this glorious sensation.
“Hey,” Dylan reached up to peel my hands off my face, his other hand still working its magic between my legs. My eyes opened and met his, the golden color of his irises dark and feral. “You’re close, aren’t you baby?”
I nodded, unable to voice a reply, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I finally understood the phrase “pleasure to the point of pain.” I throbbed around his fingers as I let out an inhuman cry. I’d never known an orgasm to be anything more than a release of pressure, but that was by my own hand. In the time Dylan and I had been together I’d learned it had the potential to be part seizure, part avalanche. I bucked against his hand as I rode out every wave, our mouths crashing together in a hungry, desperate kiss.
My breathing slowed before I fell back on the mattress, boneless and sated like a happy noodle. As all of the concern weighing on me dissipated, if only for a sweet moment, I giggled to myself and sighed into his pillow.
“I love you,” I breathed before my eyes flew open in panic. I jerked off the bed in a panic, unable to run as my underwear fell to mid-thigh, shortening my steps. I reached for Dylan’s T-shirt crumpled on the floor and pulled it over my head.
He didn’t move or react, scrutinizing me as he lay on his bed, leaning on one elbow looking so damn gorgeous and edible. My eyes fell on the sinewy plane of his chest, the chiseled arms, the dusting of hair under his abs that lead to my new favorite place on Earth. And I died inside at the thought that three words said without forethought might have ruined the delicate balance of whatever this was.
“Look,” I blurted out while pulling my panties back on. “You don’t have to say it back, feel free to pretend you never heard it. I’m hungry, are you hungry? I think I could go for that kettle corn I saw in the kitchen the other day.”
Dylan grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed.
“I love you in my clothes.” His hand drifted down the short sleeve and over my bare hips, goosebumps trailing his touch. “I love when you ramble when you get excited or nervous or mad. Although I like excited the best.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I love your freckles.” He planted tiny kisses across my cheeks. I’d told him to forget what I said, but I couldn’t deny it. I was in love. Deep, all-consuming, and terrifying—but it was the honest truth.
His smile faded as he pulled me closer. “And I love you, Patricia Jane, so fucking much, and I don’t want to pretend I didn’t hear you say it.”
My eyes filled with tears as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to keep it from quivering. “I’m needy, and it’s pissing me off.” I cradled his face and kissed across his cheek until I landed back on his lips.
“I like when you’re needy. As long as you’re only needy with me.” He yanked me closer with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
“Only you. It’s always only ever been you.” I gulped as I cupped his cheek. “I hate the sneaking around. I want to tell everyone,” I whispered as I cuddled into Dylan’s chest.
