rippling waves.
Dylan lifted his head, disbelief in his hazel eyes. “Baby, did you just—”
“Y-yes.” She buried her face in his shirt to hide her embarrassment. “It’s been a while. You overwhelmed me is all.”
He released her hair and caressed her cheeks. “You are the hottest fucking thing alive. Don’t ever be ashamed of grasping that pleasure.”
“I’m not. I just wish I’d held out a while longer.”
“Why? Hungry to feel my big ole cock inside you, ya insatiable hussy?” He grunted in response to rightfully getting his nipple tweaked over his impertinence. “Would that be a yes or a no?”
Rather than answer, she unbuckled his belt and toggled his zipper down. Holding his transfixed stare, she slipped her hand past the waistband of his jockeys and caressed his rigid length. He pulsed, thickening in her grasp. A quiver ran through his belly, his washboard abs tensing. Breathing shaky, he closed his eyes and groaned. “I’ve missed the way you touch me.”
No more than she’d missed getting to explore every hard inch of him. And God, was he hard. The contrast of his velvet-soft smoothness was a marvelous thing. How could a man be made of silk and steel? It really was a wonder. She peeled his briefs down, freeing his gorgeous cock so she could properly appreciate the generous gift she was holding. And that’s precisely what it was—a glorious package perfectly designed for her pleasure. Stroking his fat shaft, she wiggled sideways, fully intending to plant a kiss right on that glossy crown.
He gripped her upper arms, halting her progress. “Nu huh, darlin’. No way you’re getting a taste before I’ve gotten mine.”
His features set in determination, he pushed her flat on the table and snagged the nearby ladder-back chair with his boot. Sitting his butt on the rush-woven seat, he draped her legs over his shoulders and slid his hands to her hips. The first swirl of his tongue on her clit had her white-knuckling the edge of the table. The man had moved beyond maestro. There wasn’t even a title fitting for the level of his prowess now. He shifted the placement of his right hand and used his thumb to hold back the hood protecting the bundle of nerves he was devastating. Over and over he swabbed her with his tongue, until she was panting and writhing. She reflexively squeezed her legs together, the tantalizing scruff of his beard stubble abrading her inner thighs pushing her closer to the peak. “D-Dylan, I’m g-gonna come again.”
His heated gaze met hers while he continued eating her pussy, and the intimacy of the moment lit the final fuse to her climax. A choked cry clogging in her throat, she broke apart on his tongue, his ceaseless lapping triggering endless aftershocks. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he wrenched his mouth free and fumbled with his jeans, rucking them down enough that no vital parts would get snagged in the zipper. He dug his wallet from his pocket and fetched a foiled packet from one of the compartments.
She stared at the condom, her mind returning to the last one that’d failed to prevent Hunter’s conception.
Dylan must have read something in her eyes that gave away her thoughts because he stalled in the act of ripping the packet open with his teeth. “I can double up if you’re worried about it breaking.”
She shook her head. “My gynecologist put me on birth control after Hunter finished breast feeding.”
“You’re still on it?”
She released a wobbly breath. “Yeah. I’ve had no need for it, but I like the sense of security it gives me anyways.”
Dylan lowered the packet. “I can still wear the condom if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
She had to ask the question. It would be irresponsible not to. “Are you good about wearing them?”
“I’ve never not worn one. But I’d like to forgo it—with you—if you’re okay with that.”
She scooted from the table and straddled his lap. Stroking the planes
Dylan lifted his head, disbelief in his hazel eyes. “Baby, did you just—”
“Y-yes.” She buried her face in his shirt to hide her embarrassment. “It’s been a while. You overwhelmed me is all.”
He released her hair and caressed her cheeks. “You are the hottest fucking thing alive. Don’t ever be ashamed of grasping that pleasure.”
“I’m not. I just wish I’d held out a while longer.”
“Why? Hungry to feel my big ole cock inside you, ya insatiable hussy?” He grunted in response to rightfully getting his nipple tweaked over his impertinence. “Would that be a yes or a no?”
Rather than answer, she unbuckled his belt and toggled his zipper down. Holding his transfixed stare, she slipped her hand past the waistband of his jockeys and caressed his rigid length. He pulsed, thickening in her grasp. A quiver ran through his belly, his washboard abs tensing. Breathing shaky, he closed his eyes and groaned. “I’ve missed the way you touch me.”
No more than she’d missed getting to explore every hard inch of him. And God, was he hard. The contrast of his velvet-soft smoothness was a marvelous thing. How could a man be made of silk and steel? It really was a wonder. She peeled his briefs down, freeing his gorgeous cock so she could properly appreciate the generous gift she was holding. And that’s precisely what it was—a glorious package perfectly designed for her pleasure. Stroking his fat shaft, she wiggled sideways, fully intending to plant a kiss right on that glossy crown.
He gripped her upper arms, halting her progress. “Nu huh, darlin’. No way you’re getting a taste before I’ve gotten mine.”
His features set in determination, he pushed her flat on the table and snagged the nearby ladder-back chair with his boot. Sitting his butt on the rush-woven seat, he draped her legs over his shoulders and slid his hands to her hips. The first swirl of his tongue on her clit had her white-knuckling the edge of the table. The man had moved beyond maestro. There wasn’t even a title fitting for the level of his prowess now. He shifted the placement of his right hand and used his thumb to hold back the hood protecting the bundle of nerves he was devastating. Over and over he swabbed her with his tongue, until she was panting and writhing. She reflexively squeezed her legs together, the tantalizing scruff of his beard stubble abrading her inner thighs pushing her closer to the peak. “D-Dylan, I’m g-gonna come again.”
His heated gaze met hers while he continued eating her pussy, and the intimacy of the moment lit the final fuse to her climax. A choked cry clogging in her throat, she broke apart on his tongue, his ceaseless lapping triggering endless aftershocks. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he wrenched his mouth free and fumbled with his jeans, rucking them down enough that no vital parts would get snagged in the zipper. He dug his wallet from his pocket and fetched a foiled packet from one of the compartments.
She stared at the condom, her mind returning to the last one that’d failed to prevent Hunter’s conception.
Dylan must have read something in her eyes that gave away her thoughts because he stalled in the act of ripping the packet open with his teeth. “I can double up if you’re worried about it breaking.”
She shook her head. “My gynecologist put me on birth control after Hunter finished breast feeding.”
“You’re still on it?”
She released a wobbly breath. “Yeah. I’ve had no need for it, but I like the sense of security it gives me anyways.”
Dylan lowered the packet. “I can still wear the condom if it’ll make you more comfortable.”
She had to ask the question. It would be irresponsible not to. “Are you good about wearing them?”
“I’ve never not worn one. But I’d like to forgo it—with you—if you’re okay with that.”
She scooted from the table and straddled his lap. Stroking the planes
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