realized where he was going and sighed, lifting her arms above her head, ready to give herself over to the intense pleasure she was sure a man like Dyson could give her…
The moment his tongue touched her, Kayla arched toward him and uttered a groan. The thrill of it coursed through her like slow lightning, sending a tingle up her spine. She reached down and ran her hands over the muscles in his arms, savoring the feeling of each ridge and curve as she writhed under the pleasure of his tongue.
“Dyson,” she said, over and over again, until it was a litany of pleasure. He didn’t let up, didn’t even slow down, and she was soon right on the verge. She begged him not to stop, begged him to keep going, begged him to do this forever and ever and ever…
Kayla woke up covered in sweat, heart pounding just as she climaxed in real life with a shout and a shudder. As her breathing slowed, she tried to hold on to the delicious sensations of her dream that had seemed so real that she could almost taste Dyson on her lips.
Though Kayla wasn’t a complete stranger to pleasuring herself, she had never been brought to orgasm by a dream. It had been so powerful that she felt both elated and drained, and a little embarrassed at how loud she’d been. The walls of her apartment were so thin that she was sure her neighbors had heard her cry of pleasure, and realizing that she simply had been unable to control herself, Kayla dissolved into laughter – the deep, satisfying laughter of release. Realizing that she couldn’t be held responsible for her wanton behavior in her dreams, she decided to just enjoy the aftermath.
One thing was certain: Dyson was definitely getting to her.
Chapter Nine
T he next day, Dyson woke up long before his alarm, and the first thought on his mind was Kayla.
She wasn’t the kind of girl he typically dated. Dyson had always been a looker, and that meant he was blessed in a way that only the luckiest of men were – he effortlessly attracted women, and he was always in control. Though some of his acquaintances would complain about dry spells in which the only action they saw was with their own hands, Dyson had never found it difficult to find women who were all too willing to share his bed. Even women who claimed to never jump in the sack right away tended to change their tunes when Dyson turned on the charm. Dyson knew that it would have been easy for him to be a player and abuse the trust of the women he spent time with, but he was always scrupulously honest. He didn’t lie, and he never made promises that he had no intention of keeping. He was honest, even when that meant telling his partners that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. He’d slept with a lot of women, but Dyson was a thoughtful lover, and when the relationships had ended, his partners left satisfied and unable to complain about the time they’d shared with Dyson. Though a few had moved on reluctantly, they couldn’t complain that Dyson had treated them poorly.
Women enjoyed Dyson, and he certainly enjoyed finding women to share his bed, but that was as far as the relationships ever went. He never let a woman get past his physical charms to forge a deeper bond. He was definitely emotionally unavailable, and the first time a woman had used those words on him, he had immediately agreed. He was friendly and kind and courteous, but when it came to emotional depth, he didn’t let anyone see what he was really like. Dyson wasn’t particularly conflicted about his choices. He knew that the distance he put between him and the women in his life was intended to protect him from rejection.. He knew that women liked what they saw on the surface, but once they knew who he really was – once they knew what he was capable of doing – would they really be as enamored with him?
He was almost certain they wouldn’t be, so he had never bothered to find out.
But this girl…Kayla was something different.
Though he wasn’t sure how
The moment his tongue touched her, Kayla arched toward him and uttered a groan. The thrill of it coursed through her like slow lightning, sending a tingle up her spine. She reached down and ran her hands over the muscles in his arms, savoring the feeling of each ridge and curve as she writhed under the pleasure of his tongue.
“Dyson,” she said, over and over again, until it was a litany of pleasure. He didn’t let up, didn’t even slow down, and she was soon right on the verge. She begged him not to stop, begged him to keep going, begged him to do this forever and ever and ever…
Kayla woke up covered in sweat, heart pounding just as she climaxed in real life with a shout and a shudder. As her breathing slowed, she tried to hold on to the delicious sensations of her dream that had seemed so real that she could almost taste Dyson on her lips.
Though Kayla wasn’t a complete stranger to pleasuring herself, she had never been brought to orgasm by a dream. It had been so powerful that she felt both elated and drained, and a little embarrassed at how loud she’d been. The walls of her apartment were so thin that she was sure her neighbors had heard her cry of pleasure, and realizing that she simply had been unable to control herself, Kayla dissolved into laughter – the deep, satisfying laughter of release. Realizing that she couldn’t be held responsible for her wanton behavior in her dreams, she decided to just enjoy the aftermath.
One thing was certain: Dyson was definitely getting to her.
Chapter Nine
T he next day, Dyson woke up long before his alarm, and the first thought on his mind was Kayla.
She wasn’t the kind of girl he typically dated. Dyson had always been a looker, and that meant he was blessed in a way that only the luckiest of men were – he effortlessly attracted women, and he was always in control. Though some of his acquaintances would complain about dry spells in which the only action they saw was with their own hands, Dyson had never found it difficult to find women who were all too willing to share his bed. Even women who claimed to never jump in the sack right away tended to change their tunes when Dyson turned on the charm. Dyson knew that it would have been easy for him to be a player and abuse the trust of the women he spent time with, but he was always scrupulously honest. He didn’t lie, and he never made promises that he had no intention of keeping. He was honest, even when that meant telling his partners that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. He’d slept with a lot of women, but Dyson was a thoughtful lover, and when the relationships had ended, his partners left satisfied and unable to complain about the time they’d shared with Dyson. Though a few had moved on reluctantly, they couldn’t complain that Dyson had treated them poorly.
Women enjoyed Dyson, and he certainly enjoyed finding women to share his bed, but that was as far as the relationships ever went. He never let a woman get past his physical charms to forge a deeper bond. He was definitely emotionally unavailable, and the first time a woman had used those words on him, he had immediately agreed. He was friendly and kind and courteous, but when it came to emotional depth, he didn’t let anyone see what he was really like. Dyson wasn’t particularly conflicted about his choices. He knew that the distance he put between him and the women in his life was intended to protect him from rejection.. He knew that women liked what they saw on the surface, but once they knew who he really was – once they knew what he was capable of doing – would they really be as enamored with him?
He was almost certain they wouldn’t be, so he had never bothered to find out.
But this girl…Kayla was something different.
Though he wasn’t sure how
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