The unspoken question is on my face.
“But I want your hands on me.” He closes his eyes. “I want your hands all over me, Jasalie.”
I take my time running my fingers gently down his toned stomach, letting them linger at his waistband. Dylan’s breathing gets more and more ragged the longer I touch him, and he grits his teeth.
“God, Jasalie.” He drops his head and groans. “Shit.”
I want to watch him lose control. I dream of what Dylan Wild looks like when he really lets himself be free.
He stands up to remove the rest of his clothes, and when his thick hardness stands at attention, bare and ready, I take in another noisy breath.
Then I start laughing.
“Not the best reaction for a guy’s ego,” Dylan says with a raised eyebrow.
“No, it’s not you. Well, it is you. But I’m laughing because I tossed a box of condoms into my travel bag right before I flew here last week. I thought I was nuts for doing it, but I guess you’re my miracle man.”
He smiles. “I left my protection at home on purpose. I had absolutely zero intentions of meeting someone on this trip. But after we started hanging out, I bought some condoms. In case you ever changed your mind and decided you’d have me.”
I point to my bag on the floor. “Let’s use one of mine. I want to christen the box.”
Dylan leans down and reaches into my bag.
Once he’s ready, he kneels between my thighs. “We can go slowly,” he says. “And I swear I’m not trying to sound like an ass, but I want to make sure you’re definitely ready so I don’t hurt you.”
“Because your dick is so big?” I tease him.
His cheeks go red. “Like I said, I don’t mean to sound like a prick. I just…”
I reach up and put my finger to his lips. “Shh. I get it. You’re huge everywhere. Well, in all the good parts. Thank you for worrying about me.”
He puts his hand between my legs and slips one finger inside me.
“Oh, God.” I raise my hips. “I’m definitely ready.”
Dylan removes his finger, and I feel his huge erection just outside my entrance. But when he tries to push inside, I close my legs, along with the most important part of me.
I let out a shaky breath. “Sorry.”
He leans closer so he can graze my lips with his. “Don’t be. Do you want to stop?”
I put my hand over my heart and close my eyes.
When I reopen them, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him tighter against me. “No. I want to try again.”
Dylan takes my hand in his and wraps it around his thick length. With his hand firmly over mine, he says in a husky voice, “We’ll do this together. Tell me when you’re ready.”
I bite my lip and guide him close, not stopping until he’s brushing against me.
This time, I open up and let him in with no warning to either of us. Dylan groans in surprise as he abruptly slides all the way in. He goes in deep, filling me completely.
No one’s ever filled me this fully before, and the sensation is so indescribably intense that I can’t hold back.
One thrust is all it takes. I come so hard I clench around him, and he cries out as he suddenly follows me into his own release.
“Jasalie,” Dylan mutters into my mouth. “Holy hell.”
My orgasm is immense, and I’m still coming even as Dylan eventually slows down. His arms are shaking as he braces above me, making sure he doesn’t crush me with his weight.
