His arms wrapped tighter around me until my feet were suddenly swept up off the floor and he was cradling me in his arms, carrying me out of the kitchen and down the hallway into hisbedroom.
As he kicked the door closed behind us, I slid down his body until my toes touched the rug. I stepped back, taking him in, taking the image of both of us in, standing in his room, lights dim, our clothes askew, and feeling like neither of us would ever find our way back fromthis.
Suddenly, I was terrified, panting, unable to catch my breath.What if we couldn’t do this? What if he hurt me? What if things didn’t work out the way we wanted them to? What if I couldn’t trust him? What if hejust—
“Ever? Dylan, that’s—that’s a pretty long time.” My voice trembled as I backed away quickly until the back of my knees hit hismattress.
“Trust me, Callie. It still won’t be long enough of a time for me to do all the things I want to do to you.” He stepped forward, grabbing at the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up over hishead.
Oh Lord, was this mangorgeous.
And I wanted him, not only his body, but his heart. And I deserved it. I deserved to be with someone I could think about forever with. Together we’d be perfect. All he wanted wasme. And with him, I could have everything I never thoughtpossible.
Then he lunged at me, devouring the distance, lips over mine, skin against mine, and I forgot everything I ever feared. With him, I could be brave and unafraid. With him, I would befearless.
His lips became punishing as they pressed against my mouth, slipping wet and hard down my neck. His hands yanked up at my shirt, almost tearing it from my body. He tossed it behind his shoulder and looked at me, licking his lipsslowly.
“I will never, never get enough of you, Callie. You,” he said, grasping onto the waist of my leggings and pushing them all the down, “you’re the most beautiful woman I have everseen.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged me between his legs. I gasped out loud as my outer thigh shifted over the hard bulge in his pants. He laughed darkly and bit his lowerlip.
His hands dropped to the waist of his pants, and he unbuttoned himself quickly, letting them pool around his ankles, and pulledhimselfout. Instantly, I wanted to drop to my knees and worshiphim.
Instead, he fisted his shaft with one hand and pulled at my hip with the other, tugging me over his leg so I straddled his thigh. The second the lace of my underwear hit his leg, I wanted to grind into him to lessen my desperate ache. I couldn't help myself from moving, squirming against him as I watched him run his hand over hiscock.
“Perfect,” he whispered as he leaned forward and sucked at the thin lace that covered mynipple.
Pleasure shot up the middle of my body as his lips pulled and tugged at the lace, wetting it completely. The rough, wet material rubbed over my skin, and I moaned out his name. We weren't even having sex yet, but I felt on the verge of exploding inpleasure.
“I need this off,” he rasped, pulling at the lace straps of mybra.
I pulled it off and dropped it to the floor, and he stopped his movements and stared at me. A tingling swept up the back of my neck and across my face as I stood before him, vulnerable, naked save for a small patch of black lace that was doing nothing to hide myarousal.
"What's wrong?" I asked, bringing my arms up to cover mybreasts.
“Don’t,” he growled, grabbing both my wrists and pushing them behind my back. “You’re just perfect, Callie. I just can’t stop thinking about how perfect you are.” Then he kissed me slow and long until he slipped his fingers into the thin waistband of my panties and ripped them clean off my body. The tear of the material dug into my skin, and I gasped out; it was pleasure and pain, a lingering burn that made my eyeswater.
He gripped the back of my head and pulled my hair back, raking his mouth and teeth down the length of my throat. He licked at my collarbone and breasts, nipping softly at my nipples until I was wrapping both my legs around his waist and writhing my hips againsthim.
His hand slipped between us, pressing the head of his cock against my clit; soft, warm, and smooth, I felt it throb and brush in circles over me. He moved slow, up and down, grazing past my opening, and circling over again. I shivered with agonizing want. I didn't want to wait for him any longer. I needed him to fill me. I wanted him inside me more than anything I ever wantedbefore.
He leaned his forehead against mine, both of us watching him sweeping and stroking himself against me. Then we both stilled and gasped as the head of his cock pressed between my lips and slowly slipped inside me. My thighs quivered from the effort, so gradual and deliberate, sinking deeper and deeper inside me. Our breaths came out loud and harsh, trying to hold back and take itslow.
I was trembling against him, my heart beating out of my chest. Then we were lost in each other, thrusting and grinding, bucking and crying out curses and confessions oflove.
He leaned away until his back lay flat on the mattress, and I moaned in surprise as my weight pressed down, pressing into his pelvis. My body was pinning him to the bed, my knees on either side of him, and I ached back, moving and moaning with pleasure. I was spellbound by his expression, lost in every grunt and upward thrust as I rode him slow anddeep.
Words spilled out from his lips in gasps and groans,so closeandso warm, I want to cum inside you, please let me cum insideyou.
I ground into him, slower, deeper until he grasped his fingers over my bottom and rolled us around. Still buried inside me, he pressed his body on top of mine, supporting himself on his forearms, our chests and stomachs touching, pushing his cock over and over into me, slow and steady. He kissed my mouth wholly, worshiping my lips. Both of us barely breathing, until the intensity coiled like fire through my muscles and I could no longer stop my body from explosion. My orgasm spread over my body, from my toes up to my head, and I cried out against his mouth, digging my fingernails into his skin. He rode it out slow, continuing the pace as I writhed and bucked beneathhim.
His body tightened and his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, thrusting and thrusting, grunting out my name.Callie, Callie, oh God, my name a whispered prayer. Our eyes locked on each other, raw and deliberate, our souls tangling and ripping wideopen.
Sweaty and exhausted, I fell asleep in his arms, knowing this was the last man I would ever be like thiswith.
