First and Baby

19. Drive Faster

19

Drive Faster

Be kind to nurses. They will eventually see you naked.

Natalie

I couldn’t remember a time the drive home from the lake took this long. Every minute sitting next to him, not touching him, not feeling his kisses was torture. Sure, I put my hand on his leg, but I didn’t want to distract him while he was driving, so I didn’t do much more than just rest my hand there. It was difficult knowing what pleasure was just inches from my fingers.

I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past as we drove. My skin still tingled where his hands had touched me, and my heart wouldn’t slow down. Every time I glanced over at him, I caught him stealing looks at me too. The electricity between us was almost visible, crackling in the small space of his car.

Ellie slept peacefully in her car seat, completely unaware of the tension surrounding her. I envied her peaceful expression. My own thoughts were a whirlwind of desire and uncertainty.

What if he regretted it? What if, once we got back to reality, he decided this was too complicated? The way he’d kissed me felt real, but doubt has a way of creeping in during quiet moments.

His hand found mine on his leg, threading our fingers together. The simple touch sent shivers up my arm. When I looked at him, he smiled – that warm, genuine smile that made my insides melt.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“How can you tell?”

“I can practically hear the gears turning.” He squeezed my hand. “Talk to me.”

I took a deep breath. “I just... I hope you don’t think this was a mistake. The hot tub, I mean.”

He glanced at me, his expression serious. “Natalie, I’ve wanted you since that first day you walked into my home. The only mistake was waiting this long to tell you.”

My heart skipped. “Really?”

“Really.” He lifted our joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “And just so we’re clear, I plan to show you exactly how much I want you as soon as we get home.”

The promise in his voice made my whole body flush with heat. I squeezed his hand, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. “Drive faster.”

He laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Patience, beautiful. We’ve got all night.”

All night. The words echoed in my head, filling me with anticipation. I settled back in my seat, still holding his hand, watching the miles tick by that separated us from his house.

He pulled into the apartment’s garage, my heart racing with anticipation. As soon as he cut the engine, I was out of the car, gently unbuckling Ellie from her car seat. He grabbed the diaper bag and led the way to the elevator. I kept sneaking glances at him the entire ride up, wishing that three neighbors hadn’t decided to ride up with us.

Once inside his apartment, we moved in perfect sync. I cradled Ellie while Dylan prepared a bottle, testing the temperature on his wrist before handing it over. We settled on the couch, Dylan holding Ellie while I draped my arm around his shoulders.

“She’s got your eyes,” I murmured, smiling down at Ellie.

Dylan chuckled softly. “Poor kid.”

I elbowed him gently. “Don’t say that. Your eyes are beautiful.”

Our gazes met, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. The intimacy of the moment - feeding his daughter together - felt more intense than our heated encounter in the hot tub.

When Ellie finished her bottle, we moved to the changing table. Dylan grabbed a fresh diaper while I expertly cleaned and changed her. Our hands brushed as we worked together, sending little sparks of electricity through my body. It felt like we had been made to work together like this.

“There we go, all clean,” I cooed, lifting Ellie into my arms. We cuddled on the couch again, this time with Ellie nestled between us. Dylan stroked his daughter’s soft hair, marveling at how perfect she was.

“You’re amazing with her,” I said softly to Dylan.

He smiled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “She makes it easy. She’s such a good baby.”

We sat in comfortable silence, watching as Ellie’s eyes began to droop. When her breathing evened out, we shared a look of understanding. Carefully, we stood and set her in the pack-and-play. We would be using the bedroom and I didn’t want to accidentally wake her.

With Ellie safely asleep, I turned to Dylan. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and I knew the moment we’d been waiting for had finally arrived.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. We didn’t stop at the living room for a drink, or pretend to turn on the TV. He led me straight to the bedroom.

And his eyes never left mine for even a moment.

I watched as Dylan pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. He stepped closer, his eyes dark with desire, and my heart raced in anticipation. He was so big and strong that I felt tiny with him in this room.

I liked it. I liked that he felt so powerful and big because I knew he would always protect me. There was no danger in him, just desire.

As his lips met mine, I caught the faint scent of chlorine from the hot tub still clinging to his skin. It didn’t matter - if anything, it only heightened my arousal, reminding me of our heated encounter earlier. I wanted that again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his as I returned his kiss with fervor. The stubble on his jaw scratched my skin, but I wanted it. My fingers tangled in his hair, still damp from the pool. I had to stand on my tiptoes, but he made sure to lean so I had easy access to him.

Dylan’s hands roamed down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact. He kissed me like he’d never tasted anything as delicious as my lips in his life.

I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth, eliciting a deep groan from him that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, his warm palms skimming across my bare skin.

“Natalie,” he breathed against my lips, his voice husky with need.

I responded by kissing him harder, pouring all of my pent-up desire into the action. My hands explored the planes of his chest, tracing the contours of his broad muscles. The heat of his skin beneath my fingertips was intoxicating.

Dylan backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress, our bodies intertwined, never breaking the kiss. The heavy weight of him pressed me into the soft bedding, but he didn’t crush me. He made sure I was protected under him, and I reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by him.

His lips left mine to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access as I gasped for air. Each press of his lips against my sensitive skin sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

Panting for more, I ran my nails lightly down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. Dylan shuddered, pressing himself closer to me. The evidence of his arousal pressed against my thigh, making me ache with want.

My hands found their way to the waistband of his shorts, my fingers dipping just beneath the elastic. Dylan’s breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly to look at me, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

In response, I pulled him back down for another searing kiss. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted this, wanted him, more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“As you said,” I said in between kisses. “The only mistake was waiting this long.”

My words seemed to ignite something within Dylan, and he kissed me harder and faster, as if he couldn’t get enough. His hands were all over me, feeling every inch of my skin. His touch was like fire, spreading warmth and desire through my body.

In one swift motion, he pulled my shirt off over my head, my white cotton bra the only thing between us. I shimmied out of it, breaking our kiss just long enough for me to feel the cool air kiss my nipples before Dylan’s lips touched them. As he kissed one, I arched my back, my body straining for more contact.

His lips were gentle but insistent, and he moved from one nipple to the other, peaking them into his mouth and flicking them with his tongue. My breath came in ragged gasps. I couldn’t help but grasp his head with both hands, pulling him closer. He nipped and teased, obviously enjoying how it made me writhe beneath him.

He was so strong, so powerful, yet he was only using that strength to keep me safe. He was holding back, making sure he didn’t overwhelm me. I could feel his heartbeat, faster and stronger than mine, and it sent waves of exhilaration through my body.

He nipped at my throat before soothing the sting with a kiss. The small gasp of pleasure that left me only made him grow harder between my legs. He chuckled softly, pleased with himself.

Dylan’s hand slid down my stomach, his fingers tracing a path southward that set my skin on fire. I gasped, my body tense with anticipation as I felt him reach the waistband of my shorts.

His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of the fabric, and I moaned softly, my body writhing against his touch. I couldn’t help but rock my hips, trying to get him to touch more of me. I moved to pull the shorts off, but he held me in place.

Strong, yet gentle.

Keeping one of my hands pinned to the bed, he tugged the shorts just low enough to expose the lacy waistband of my panties. He kissed down my chest, down my stomach, down to the top of my panties, not daring to go any further.

I lifted my hips up and started to pull my shorts down, but he stopped me again. His firm grip let me know that he was in charge, and I laid back and let him take control. One kiss to the bare skin right below my navel and he slid my shorts down my legs, leaving me bare but for the pretty pink panties I had carefully chosen this morning.

He paused, admiring me. A cocky smile, but a pleased one, filled his face. A man had never looked at me like that before. Like I was everything he had ever wanted. Like he craved me. Like I was perfect. He licked his lips like he was a hungry man about to feast.

Dylan kissed his way back up my legs. His lips were warm and soft against my skin, contrasting with the scratch of his stubble, and every touch sent a shiver down my spine. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, taking his time to savor every inch of me.

When he reached the bottom of my panties, he paused. I could feel his breath against my thighs, and I knew that he could feel how wet I was. I wouldn’t need the lube he’d accidentally purchased. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I found myself struggling to breathe.

I wanted this. I’d never wanted sex this badly in my life. I’d always thought it was just that sex was fun, but not that great. Now I realized it was because no one had ever looked at me the way Dylan did. No one made me feel the way he did.

As Dylan began to kiss all around the bottom hem of my panties, I felt a moment of panic. I couldn’t help but worry that I still smelled like the hot tub, and I didn’t want him to be turned off. But before I could say anything, he lifted his head to look at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I froze. “It’s just… you know… the hot tub… and you don’t have to… do that.”

He laughed, a low laugh that told me he didn’t care that I smelled like chlorine. “Stop me if I really make you uncomfortable,” he said.

I nodded, unable to find the words to express how I was feeling. Dylan must have sensed my apprehension, because he pressed a gentle kiss to my leg before continuing on his journey up my body.

When he kissed my inner thigh, just next to where the panties started, I gasped. It felt so good, so intense, that all my doubts and fears melted away. All that mattered was the connection between us, the passion that burned so brightly.

Just as I was relaxing into the sensation, Dylan placed his tongue against my pussy, through the fabric of my panties. I moaned, my body convulsing with pleasure. Every thought in my head swirled, my legs widening, wanting more of his touch and tongue.

His fingers slipped under the sides of my panties, and I lifted my hips to help him remove them. He hummed his approval at what he saw before leaning forward and kissing the top of my pussy. He settled himself between my legs, making himself comfortable as he began to taste me.

I surrendered myself to him, allowing him to explore my body with his lips and tongue. Each touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

He gripped my hips as I panted, so close to release. He looked up at me with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with desire.

“Do you want to come right now?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“Yes,” I moaned with a quick nod. “Keep going.”

“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

“Lick me,” I replied. “I want you to keep licking me and tasting me.”

The smile he flashed me was feral before leaning forward again and devouring me for my pleasure.

He licked at my clit, keeping a steady pressure as he moaned softly, as if I were the most delicious dish he had ever savored. My mind became foggy with lust. I reached down and grabbed Dylan by his hair, not letting him leave.

My legs started to shake. The orgasm building inside of me was huge and threatened to drown me, but I wanted more. I needed to crest the final wave and his licks and nibbles were climbing me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge of a cliff. And then, just as I was about to fall into glorious oblivion, Dylan stopped. I looked down at him, confusion clouding my senses, but then I felt it - a single finger pressing gently against my entrance.

My eyes widened as he slowly pushed it inside me, stretching me in a way that was both intimate and overwhelming. He curled his finger, feeling for that spot deep inside me that would send me soaring. As he pressed down, his tongue flicked back against my clit, and I lost myself to him.

The orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My body shuddered and spasmed, every muscle contracting as my pleasure peaked. I felt as if I was being torn apart, yet somehow, I was still whole. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity almost too much to bear. I clawed at the sheets, my body writhing and bucking as I rode out the wave of ecstasy.

But just as I began to come down from that first incredible high, Dylan shifted his position. He added another finger, filling me even more, and kept that same relentless pressure on my clit. It was too much, and yet, it was not enough. My body craved more, and Dylan was more than willing to give it to me.

The second orgasm hit me like a freight train. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my body twisting and contorting as I cried out in pleasure. I felt as if I was falling, my senses swallowed by an cloud of bliss.

By the time my legs finally stopped shaking, I was beyond reasoning. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him inside me, to feel him fill me completely.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I need you now.”

My words were desperate, my voice trembling with desire. Dylan looked up at me, a smile on his face, and slowly removed his fingers from my pussy.

He stood up, his erection straining against his boxers. I reached out, my fingers tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric. I could feel his heat, his desire, and it only intensified my own. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with longing.

Dylan nodded, his own desire evident in his eyes. He removed his boxers, revealing his thick, gorgeous cock. My heart raced at the sight of it, and I knew that I was ready.

He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock teasing me with how close he was to giving me what I wanted. I took a deep breath, my body preparing for the moment I had been craving. And then, with one powerful thrust, Dylan claimed me.

I nearly came just from that first thrust. He moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being inside me. I felt him hit that spot deep within me, the one he had been searching for with his fingers, and I moaned, shifting my hips to give him better access.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more intense. I met each one with equal ferocity, my body moving in perfect sync with his. I could feel another orgasm building, but this time, it was different. It was deeper, more intimate.

He was so strong. His body moved with such ease that I knew his panting was from lust, not from working too hard. He held onto my hips, groaning whenever I shifted my weight to take more of him.

And I wanted all of him.

It was so easy to fall off the cliff of orgasm with him inside me. It was so easy with his muscles flexing and the way he looked at me.

My back arched again, and I felt my pussy clench down on his cock as he continued to thrust inside of me. I gripped the bed sheets and held on for dear life as that cock continued to piston inside of me, spreading me open.

“Lie down on your side,” he commanded, tracing a finger down the curve of my breast. He pulled free of me, letting me roll onto my side.

I felt his muscular body lie down behind me, and he guided his cock between my legs. I was shocked at how wet I was down there, and how easily he slipped back into place like he belonged inside of me.

Dylan’s hands moved from my legs to cup my breasts in his warm grasp. The sensation of his skin against my nipples made me gasp, and I arched my back, pressing myself into his touch. His hard chest pressed against my back, his hands cupping my breasts as our hips moved in tandem.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “You feel so good.”

Dylan’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving as he found the rhythm that he needed.

He groaned, and his body began to shake even harder. I could tell that he was giving it everything he could, and that his eruption would rock us both to our cores. Most of all, I knew that he was close.

“Natalie...” My name was a prayer on his lips.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, matching his increasing tempo. “Don’t pull out. Don’t stop. I want it. I want you.”

He moaned, tucking his chin into my shoulder and kissing the skin there. His strength wrapped around me, consuming me and protecting me at the same time. I didn’t want it to ever stop, except I craved feeling him lose himself to me.

I wanted this big strong man to lose control. I wanted to be the cause of it.

My name came whispered again, this time breathless and guttural as his body began to shake. His breathing grew ragged and every muscle in his body tensed.

And then, with a powerful thrust, he came apart inside of me.

The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming, and I cried out in pleasure, feeling his orgasm as if it was my own. My body shook around him, pleasure and lust vibrating through both our bodies as if they were the same creature.

Dylan held me close, his body shuddering as he pounded into me again and again, continuing to fill me. Even when I knew he had to be done, I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t want this feeling, this bliss, to ever stop.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies tangled together, basking in the afterglow. His heart pounded a steady rhythm against my back, his arms still wrapped around me and my breasts in his hands.

He kissed my shoulder.

“Stay the night,” he whispered, still six inches deep inside me.

I nodded. “On one condition.”

He put three small kisses on the top of my shoulder. “Anything.”

I smiled, turning my head to look at him.

“We do that again.”

His grin lit up the room. “As you wish,” he said. “I can’t wait to taste you again, and again and again.”

I chuckled, the sound low and rich. “I don’t know if I can go that many times,” I teased.

The cocky grin was back. “We’ll see.”