I get on my knees and swipe my tongue from her clit all the way up her cheeks, pausing to pay extra attention to all the good spots.
She whimpers and looks back at me with wide eyes when I venture farther than she expected.
“Is that okay?”
She nods.
“You like that, Doll?”
I lick again and she says, “Yes.”
Her secondyesis an extended moan when I flick my tongue around her bud faster.
“I need you in me,” she says.
I keep licking and she squirms.
“Please. I want to come with you inside.” She ducks her face into the bed. “I can’t believe all the things I’m saying out loud.”
We both laugh, but I have a condom on in seconds.
“There’s no shame in loving sex,” I tell her. “No shame in saying what you want. I love hearing you say it.”
“No shame,” she echoes.
We both moan when I nudge against her entrance.
“You’re so big,” she says. “You feel so good.”
She’s so wet that I glide in faster than I expect to, and when I’m seated in her, I have to take a deep breath to not lose it. I don’t think I’ve been this ready for another round so fast since I was seventeen.
“This is going to be a problem,” I tell her. “I’m addicted, Dahlia. You’re incredible. You feel incredible.”
I glide in and out, in and out, watching how perfectly we fit.
“You look incredible too,” I groan. “Taking me in your tight, wet pussy like the good girl you are.”
She whimpers. “You’re so hot.” And then she groans. “You say…the hottest things…you look…like a surf god…and all I can say is…you’re so hot.” Her words stagger between my thrusts.
“Dahlia…I think I could fall in love with you.”
She clenches around me so tight that my eyes squeeze shut, like maybe my words made her come on the spot. Whatever the reason, I feel great about it, and the best part is—I meant what I said. I thread my fingers through hers, lowering my chest to her back, as I come with her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
DAHLIA
It was so hard to leave Dylan in bed this morning. What’s craziest about all of this is how natural it felt to spend the night with a man I’d just met. We had sex five times in less than twenty-four hours. I lost count of all the orgasms. I should be exhausted, but I feel more aware and awake than ever. I float all the way to my condo, where I get ready before driving to work.
The sex isn’t the only thing that has me floating. Dylan is funny and smart and so interested in everything I have to say. I’m not used to men who want to hear me. Look at me and lust after me, yes, I know that well. But Dylan and I talked for hours, between and during sex, and it seems like he just wants to know more.
He also said the L-word, which I didn’t take seriously, since he was inside me when he said it. Everyone knows that doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure he was just being playful about how good everything felt. But I appreciated how he didn’t try to take it back, once we were lying face to face.
I school my expression into what I’m sure is still a blissed-out look as I walk into the office. Nicole would eat me for lunch if she caught sight of any joy on my face. She has a way of finding my buttons and pounding on them like a Whac-A-Mole.
“Your father asked that you come to his office right away,” she says.
