Dylan trails a line of kisses down my inner thigh. “I’m far from done with you, Ms. Gordon.”
I stare at him like he’s nuts. “I can’t possibly…”
But his mouth is back between my legs. “You can,” he murmurs as he nibbles at me, and I let out a delirious cry. “One orgasm from oral sex in a lifetime is unacceptable.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, and for the first time in my life, all I do is feel. For the next three minutes, I feel nothing but pure bliss—the building of pulsating pleasure through my body, all focused on the nerve endings between my legs. One of Dylan’s large fingers slips inside me while his tongue continues to circle my most sensitive area. It’s sensation overload, and I come again.
Before I can fully return to the real world, Dylan’s pants are down and he’s seated on the back seat. He grabs my ass and pulls me on top so I’m straddling him.
“I don’t know if this will work,” I say. “I’m so sensitive.”
“Just see how it feels,” he says. “We’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
His hands on my hips guide me down onto his heavy erection. As soon as I feel his hardness greet me, my body takes over. I sink down onto him in one fast move, bringing him inside until I’m fully seated on top of him.
“Christ,” Dylan bites out as his length disappears inside me completely. “Fucking Christ, Jasalie.”
He roughly pulls up my shirt and lowers my bra until my nipples pop free. He takes one fully into his mouth and sucks me so hard I grip onto his shoulders. He uses one hand to rub my free nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his other hand circles behind to grip my ass.
Using his shoulders to anchor me, I start riding him fast and hard. I throw my head back, giving Dylan better access to my breasts, and he takes full advantage. I’m already so sensitive from his mouth that just the air alone turns me on, and when Dylan drags his thumb down to my belly button and keeps going, the orgasm building inside of me isn’t something I’m prepared for. I sink down onto him hard and then pull up as I reach my release. He groans and cries out my name as he follows.
His climax sends my already-coiling orgasm spiraling into space. He moves his lips off my breast so he can fuse his mouth to mine as I finish riding him.
When the waves of my release finally stop, I lean my head against his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around my back. I’m drenched in sweat. And exhausted. I don’t think I can move. I feel like I just showed a sacred part of myself to him. I gave Dylan everything just then, and I don’t know how to pull myself back together into my protective shell. I also don’t know that I want to.
“Best. Sex. Ever,” he whispers into my ear. “You are so fucking under my skin, Jasalie Gordon.”
I kiss his neck, trying to stop my body from trembling.
“You’re seeing all of me,” I mumble into his skin. “Nobody sees all of me.”
“You’re safe with me, Jasalie.” His lips graze my cheek and finish at the corner of my mouth. “I promise you’re safe.”
I lift my gaze to meet his.
He locks eyes with me in that way where I feel like I’m the most important person in his life. And I finally say what’s in my heart. Because even though he could break my heart in half, I can’t let this affair end without telling Dylan absolutely everything that’s in my soul. I’ll regret doing anything less. And living with regrets is the worst thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Dylan.”
* * *
Dylan
Jasalie says my name like she’s never said it before. Something about her tone and the way it rolls off her tongue—it’s like she’s simultaneously desperate and determined to tell me what’s on her mind.
“What is it?” I ask her, my arms wrapped tightly around her warm, naked body.
“Dylan Wild, I love you.”
Time stops.
I thought the best moment of my life was when my team won the Super Bowl. I was sure I’d never reach that kind of a high again in my life.
I was wrong. Because this moment here, with this woman in my arms, is pure heaven. With no cameras, no applause, just her and me as she shows me her heart.
“Jasalie.” I kiss the side of her mouth. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
She tightens her arms around my neck. “I’ve been thinking, and I don’t want to break up tomorrow.”
