I nod.
He grips onto my shoulders and warns, “Ce.”
“Dylan,” I mutter.
He keeps his fast pace and groans, “I love you, Ce.”
My hands ball into a fist. He grabs it, slowing his pace. And then he pulls out and drops to his knees. He licks my pussy, making me cry against the wall. He pushes his tongue inside of me, and then he licks my clit over and over. He spreads myass cheeks, pressing harder. He groans under the shower spray, fingering me.
“Did you come?” I whimper.
“Not yet, baby. I need you to come for me first.”
I nod. “Don’t stop.”
When his warm mouth lands on me again, I jerk. I close my eyes, imagining his smile. The way he told me he loves me. I feel hot all over, so I turn the water to cold. He curls his fingers, and my entire body comes undone. He just reached me, fully and completely—mind, body, and soul. Every piece of me belongs to him, to his gracious mouth.
I moan like I’m crying. The hot water turns cold, and I’m on cloud nine, feeling a thousand times lighter. He keeps it going, not stopping, dragging out my orgasm until my entire vision is white. I throw my head back and let the water stream down my body.
“Oh, God, Dylan.” I run my hands through his hair.
He smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I squeal when he turns me around and enters me again. My swollen pussy needs this. I need him inside me.
“Dylan,” I cry out, holding onto his wrist tightly.
He leans in and says, “Can you come again? I want you to come again.”
He pounds into me, and my white stars turn my vision completely white. I’ve never known such pleasure. My toes curl as he hits a sensitive spot over and over. He rubs my clit with his fingers, and I’m crying out for him. I wrap my hands around his neck as he kisses me.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Oh,fuuuuuck.”
He whispers, “I love you so much, Cecily. I’m going to come. I’m going to––”
Warmth blooms inside of me, and the thought of him coming sends me over an edge I didn’t know existed. I scream as another orgasm rips through my body.
“Oh, fuck, Ce,” he moans, sliding in and out slowly. “Holy fuck. You’re clenching me so good right now. Do you feel that?”
I nod, feeling my uterus tightening. Everything in my pelvis feels tense.
“Holy shit, Ce. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He runs his hands up and down my body. I feel the semen slipping down our legs, but I don’t care. Feeling him enjoy my body is everything to me right now.
As soon as the orgasm ends, my body relaxes. He pulls out and kisses my shoulder. Then he’s lathering shampoo in his hands and washing my hair for me. He uses his fingers to massage my scalp. I lean into his body and close my eyes. He pumps shampoo into his hand again and washes his hair. I watch as he quickly rinses out, his abs flexing beneath the stream.
He places me under the stream and rinses my hair now. Then he reaches for the conditioner. I let him rub it into my hair, and then he washes my body.
“That was so hot,” he says after I’m all done. “Get comfy. Let’s watch a movie together.”
I smile, feeling butterflies tickle my stomach. I step out and close the bathroom door behind me. I walk into my bedroom feeling giddy. When I see myself in my vanity mirror, my face is flushed like a lovesick puppy. I smile at myself, feeling so happy to have Dylan. I stare at myself, wondering if he’s my first true love. Sure, there was Dane, but he doesn’t compare to what I feel for Dylan—my stomach flutters.
Obsessed, infatuated, in love.His words repeat in my head, and it dawns on me that I feel the same way.
I throw on my favorite silk pajama set and sit at my vanity. I turn on my Dyson Airwrap, part my hair into sections, and begin styling.
When Dylan walks in, he’s fully clothed. He kisses my cheek and then falls on my bed. He wears a half smile as he stares at my ceiling. I tend to another strand of my hair, then look at him again. He’s smiling at me as he leans onto his elbows.
“What am I going to do with you, Moo?” he asks like he already knows the answer.
