I felt so exposed when I had my ass up like that a few moments ago. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. To have Dylan see me that way. To feel his hand reach for me from behind.
“Will you be able to get inside me from that angle?” I ask him.
He reaches down and pulls my pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “You can spread your legs more this way. And we’ll go really slowly.”
“Do you have a condom with you?”
He produces one from his pocket.
I’m almost disappointed.
I haven’t told Dylan I’m on the pill. Any girl who was abandoned by her teenage mother thinks—a lot—about the concept of an unplanned pregnancy, and I was no exception. I went on the pill right around the age my mother was when she had me. No way was I taking a risk of making the same mistakes as her.
But I don’t feel ready to ask Dylan if he’s been tested and get into some long conversation with him about ditching the condom.
So I grab the foil packet out of his hand, unzip his pants, and help him roll the condom on.
Then I start to turn around. But before I can, he grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips before looking right into my eyes. “It will still be me back here. Even if you can’t see me.”
How did you know?I’m about to say. But the words die on my lips because Dylan shifts me around, and before I know what’s happening, his hardness is brushing my wetness from behind.
“Dylan, God.” I throw my head back, hitting his shoulder.
His arm goes around my torso and his fingers graze my nipple, lightly at first and then harder. I’m trembling already even though he’s not inside me yet. Just the anticipation has my body in spasms.
He keeps one hand on my hip, and his stomach presses up against my ass as he slowly thrusts inside.
Just like the first time, he slides all the way in so effortlessly that we’re both surprised.
“Christ.” His mouth is near my ear now. “Jasalie, I want to fuck the lights out of you right now.”
“Yes.” I push back into him, desperate for the contact. “I want that, too.”
“But we’re making love,” he says more softly as he pulls out and then shifts into me again. “We’re always making love.”
I know what he means. Even when it’s wanton and dirty and a little desperate, maybe because we just fought over something so meaningless, having sex with Dylan is always filled with love.
He fills me so perfectly I nearly scream as he goes as far inside as he’s capable. Farther than anyone ever has. Parts of me that were never touched by anyone before are now being made love to by Dylan.
But I want something more. I can’t even verbalize it because I’ve never had the thought or inclination before to want what I’m suddenly craving. But when he pulls away from me, I arch back, seeking him again.
Dylan’s breath catches when he puts his hand on my stomach and I let out a loud moan.
“Babe.” He nibbles my shoulder as his movements get choppier. “I want to touch you.”
“So touch me,” I dare him as I glance over my shoulder and meet his eyes.
I keep the eye contact as he moves his hand down my stomach and between my legs. I claw at the carpeted floor of the elevator and drop my head.
“Dylan, I can’t take it. I’m going to come. I have to come. Please, God…”
Dylan’s groans are matching mine now, and as his movements get more urgent, he takes both his hands and holds onto my hips like he needs them to anchor him.
“Jasalie, I’m going to co…”
I don’t hear the rest of what he says because my orgasm tears through me. It begins from deep inside and I just…erupt.
Euphoric pleasure fills every part of my body, and I’m still shaking when Dylan’s arms go around me and I’m pulled back onto his lap.
