“Not yet.” He continues to push all the way inside me and then tortuously pull almost the entire way out.
With each slow thrust, my impending orgasm licks up my spine and through my blood.
But Dylan won’t bring me all the way there. Every time, he slows down and agonizingly retreats from my core. His eyes never leave mine.
“Dylan,” I beg him.
“Do you want me, Jasalie? Do you want all of me?” His words are stripped bare of everything but pure desire. “Tell me.”
I nod and try to shut my eyes again, but his lips touch mine, and I refocus on his face.
A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin now, and his hand stays loosely entwined over my wrists. “Tell me,” he murmurs into my mouth. “Say it.”
I can’t say what he really wants, what I know he really needs me to say.
“I…” I speak as much from my heart as I’m capable. “I need you so much I’m dying inside when you retreat like that.”
Dylan’s eyes widen like I’ve surprised him, and he drives into me then, so deeply I moan as he reaches the desperate place inside of me. I shake and dig my heels into his back.
“Is this where you need me?” His breath is labored and his eyes feral on mine as he drives into me again, and my moans turn into screams. “Right here?”
“Yes,” I cry out as he hits the spot again and again. “God, Dylan, yes.”
He calls out my name as his orgasm takes over and his thrusts become wild and untamed. And I’m lost. I’m completely, utterly lost to him.
My muscles clench around him, and I finally let go with a release so huge I start shaking. He holds me as we come together, his lips grazing mine the entire time I nonsensically call out his name over and over.
Then I do the most humiliating thing ever.
I start to cry.
Dylan’s up on the bed in an instant and has me tucked into his side.
“I’m fine.” I give an awkward laugh. “Oh, Lord. Just…go into the bathroom or something. Please.”
“You’re not possibly embarrassed.” He says it like I’m nuts.
“Of course I am.” I bury my face in his neck. “What kind of person cries after sex?”
“That wasn’t just sex, baby.” His lips are on my hair, my cheeks, my mouth. “That was a life-altering kind of thing. Earth smashing.”
“Earth smashing?” I tease him.
“Exactly. The earth exploded when we made love just now. And don’t even try to deny it.”
“I won’t deny anything of the sort.” I kiss his neck. “I couldn’t.”
Dylan kisses me tenderly and then twists his neck to glance at the clock on his dresser. “I really hate to say this, but we have to get going.”
I wipe my eyes and sit up. “Think you can handle it if I wear the skirt?”
“No.” His eyes are fierce. “I can’t. I don’t want my brother within a hundred yards of you when you’re not wearing panties.”
I make a face. “Why the hell not?”
“It’s complicated.” He stands up and grabs his towel as he heads for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back. We’ll talk on the way.”
Okay. Because I wasn’t nervous enough before he dropped that bomb.
