Chapter 57 Paper Rings
Paper Rings
Ali
It wasn’t officially their first night in the house, but the house was officially unpacked. Finally! You couldn’t get more official than that.
She didn’t rush.
Didn’t even speak.
Just let the hem of Dylan’s oversized Tritons tee fall to the floor and stood still in the glow of the bedside lamp—bare, flushed, already aching.
Her heart was thudding so hard it hurt, but Dylan? He just looked at her like a man undone. Still sitting at the foot of the bed in his black boxer briefs, one palm sliding slowly down his thigh like he was trying not to lose it.
“Jesus, Ali,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She stepped between his knees, cupped his jaw, and kissed him slowly—soft at first, then deeper.
His hands skimmed up the backs of her thighs, over her ass, then up her spine, anchoring her to him.
He sucked in a breath when her fingers dipped into his waistband, but when she went to straddle him, he shook his head.
“Uh-uh,” he whispered against her mouth, standing to switch their places. “Lay down, baby. Let me take care of you.”
“Dylan…”
“Ali.” He crawled between her legs, pushing her gently down into the pillows, spreading her open with quiet reverence. “You’re mine. Let me show you.”
She was already wet—he could see it. Feel it. But he still took his time, dragging his mouth over her stomach, her inner thighs, the curve of her hips like he needed to savor every inch of her.
And then his tongue found her clit.
Ali gasped, her back arching as her fingers shot to his hair. “Oh—my—gawd—”
He chuckled low, and the vibration made her moan louder.
“You always taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured, licking slow and deep, tongue curling just right. “I’ve missed this. Missed making you come apart.”
Her thighs started to tremble. “Dylan, I can’t—please—”
“Yes you can.” He slid two fingers inside her and crooked them just right, groaning against her. “You’re so damn tight already. Let go for me, baby. Right now.”
She came hard—hips jerking, thighs clenched around his shoulders, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. And he didn’t stop until she was twitching beneath him, begging him to.
When he finally pulled away, his mouth was slick, his eyes dark and wild.
“You okay?” he asked softly, crawling up her body, kissing her neck.
She nodded, breath still shaky. “Better than okay.”
“Good.” He grabbed himself, hard and thick and throbbing, guiding the tip against her entrance. “Because I’m not even close to done with you.”
He guided himself inside her—slow and deep—groaning at the feel of her.
Ali gasped, head falling back, her body arching to take more.
They moved together in that slow, desperate rhythm—like they’d waited a decade for this one night. No rush. No words at first. Just the sounds of skin and breath and soft, broken moans in the shadows of their new bedroom.
Then Dylan’s forehead touched hers, and his voice cracked—raw and reverent.
“I love you,” he whispered. “God, I love you, Ali.”
Her hands clutched his back, her legs tightening around his waist. “I love you too,” she breathed. “Always.”
He kissed her—deep and slow—before pressing in harder, faster, their bodies syncing like muscle memory. Like fate.
And when she came again, clenching around him, calling his name, he held her through it—murmuring against her neck, “That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Always.”
He followed right after, burying his face in her shoulder with a ragged groan, her name the only thing on his lips.
They stayed like that for a while—bodies tangled, breath still catching. The world felt soft around the edges, like it had exhaled with them.
Dylan rolled onto his side, pulling her with him so they were nose to nose, still connected, his hand tracing lazy circles on her back.
Ali blinked up at him sleepily, her fingers brushing the curve of his jaw. “So… this is our bed now.”
He grinned, all slow and wrecked. “Our bed. Our house. Our life.”
She smiled, heart so full it almost ached. “Think we’ll get used to it?”
He kissed the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then her temple. “Never. I want every day with you to feel just like this. Like the first time I knew I’d never love anybody else.”
Ali let out a soft sigh and nestled closer, her head tucked under his chin, legs intertwined.
Outside, the world was quiet. Inside, her whole world was wrapped around her.