The vibrator is still buzzing when he takes it from my hand and says, “Let’s find out.”
When his fingers enter me, I moan, noticing that the shower is still running. “Did you even shower?” I ask, looking at his dry body.
He shakes his head. “I can’t figure out how to turn the showerhead on.” He curls his fingers, and my body comes alive.
I grip onto his forearm, holding in my moan. He nips at my leg, and it sends tingles through my body. “Please,” I beg.
He puts the vibrator against my clit and says, “This?”
I moan, holding tight onto him. “How many girls have you done this to?”
“Only you, Ce. I bought this at the same time I bought the Morning After pill.”
“I think I might need to retake it,” I say, adjusting myself against him.
He nods. “It’s not going to mess you up, is it?”
I shrug, aching for him. “Do you think you can come again?”
His eyes soften. “I’ve never had sex more than once in a day.”
I sit up, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “So, how about a third time?”
He grabs his hard dick and pumps it a few times. I grab the vibrator from him and say, “Turn off the water first.”
He heads to the bathroom. I hear the water turn off, and I prepare myself on all fours. When he cuts the corner, his glare caresses my skin like the warmth of the sun.
“Dylan,” I whisper, and a piece of me cracks when his gaze meets mine. I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to steer clear of people who would put me on a pedestal, but I can’t deny that this man, my friend, has shifted something within me. I want him to hold me in high regard.
He walks over and rubs my body with his large hands. “Yes?”
I shiver when his hand lands on my ass. I say, “I’ve never had a friend like you before.”
A smile slowly spreads on his face. “Me neither.” He rubs my ass and says, “I love this freckle.” He leans down and kisses my left ass cheek.
I watch as he climbs onto the bed with me and aims for my opening. “So no condom is okay?”
I nod. “If you’re okay with it.”
He nods, pushing against my entrance. “You feel so fucking good without it, Ce.”
I almost laugh, but instead I moan as he stretches me out.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans.
I fall onto my elbows and say, “You’re calling me baby now?”
He pumps into me faster. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
I smile to myself because I kind of like it. The nickname is endearing, meaningful. Like maybe I mean something more to him.
He wraps his arm around, pushing the vibrator against my clit.
“Oh my fucking god,” I cry, feeling my entire body shake. “I’m already close.”
He increases the vibration, which I didn’t know was possible. And with that, the biggest orgasm I’ve ever experienced rushes through my body, and I shove my face into the bed, gripping onto the blankets as Dylan pounds into me from the back.
“Are you about to come?” I whimper and cry, turning to look at him. “Holy fuck, Dylan.” I find his rhythm and bounce off him. “Please, Dylan. Oh my fucking god!”
