Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
VOCALIZING
DYLAN
“Holy shit,” I whisper when I flop onto my back. “That was unbelievable.”
I hurriedly take off the condom, tying the end and tossing it into the small garbage can by my desk.
I haven’t lived here in so long, but it’s nice that everything is still the same.
I did not think Dahlia and I would have sex today…
in fact, I assumed we wouldn’t…but I’m thrilled that I snagged the condoms at the store this morning.
I glance over at Dahlia and turn on my side to face her.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She turns to face me, and we stare at each other. I start to get nervous when she doesn’t say anything right away. But then she takes a deep breath and smiles, and my body relaxes.
“I am so good,” she says. “Like…beyond good.” She laughs and covers her eyes with her hand. “I mean, you could probably tell from all the racket I made. I’m not usually so…vocal.”
“I loved it,” I tell her, unable to hold back my massive smile. “I loved every sound you made…especially when you came.” I put my hand on her hip. “Your skin is so soft.”
I look down at my hand—it looks enormous on her tapered waist. She’s the most perfect hourglass. I get sidetracked by her tits and swallow hard.
“You are so beautiful, Dahlia.” I look into her eyes again.
“Before I even knew we were on the same plane, I saw you walk by in the airport and thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I wanted to talk to you, but I knew it was futile to start a conversation since we were both most likely going in opposite directions. And then fate took over.”
She smiles. “Fate took over, and wow, look at us, here we are in your bed.” She laughs and shakes her head slightly. “I’m…this is way out of my norm.”
“I’m happy to be an exception to your norm.”
“You are most definitely an exception.”
“This is not my norm either,” I tell her.
“Breakfast, sex, pillow talk afterward, hoping like all hell that you’ll spend the rest of the day with me.
” I lean in until our chests brush against each other’s.
“The connection I’ve had with you from the moment we started talking…
and even more so a few minutes ago, when we were so in sync.
I’ll be honest, that’s not even an exception—nothing like that has ever come close to happening to me before. ”
“Me either,” she whispers.
“Best third date ever,” I say.
We smile at each other.
“You really want me to spend the day with you?” she asks. “I don’t want to mess up a good thing.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“This has been really nice, Dylan. I don’t know the proper etiquette for all this. I don’t usually sleep with someone I met the day before.”
“How about we take it all as it comes? I don’t know the proper etiquette either, but as long as we’re communicating, I think we’re golden.”
“Okay. I’m a bit poor at communicating what I really want to say sometimes, but I want to be better at it. I’ll try.”
“You’re doing great,” I tell her.
She laughs. “Awesome. I’ll be back.”
She starts to put a shirt on, but I grab her hand.
“Leave it. I wanna see you.”
Her cheeks flush as she looks down at me.
“You’re a bad boy, aren’t you? One of those my mom warned me about. So naughty and so charming…”
“I’m the nicest bad boy you’ll ever meet,” I tell her solemnly. “Or the naughtiest nice guy…take your pick. Both apply.”
She laughs. “Either way, you’re trouble, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I grin. “Always. Fun trouble, though.”
She shrugs and walks away. Over her shoulder, she says, “I am having fun.”
And I’m going to be hard nonstop while she’s around, I can just tell.
I use the bathroom in the hall, freshening up really quick, and when I walk back into my room, she’s coming out of my bathroom. She smells like my soap, which turns me on. I catch her by the waist, and she smiles up at me.
“Are you still feeling good?” I ask. “Do you need more food? I want to make sure we don’t have any more passing-out episodes.”
“I feel fine. Much better than yesterday. I just needed your food.” She grins and slides her hands up my chest.
“Will you tell me if you get hungry or if you need anything?”
She pauses, and I poke my lips out in mock consternation.
“Remember how we agreed to communicate?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Okay, I will tell you if I need anything, but stop worrying about me. I’m good, I promise.” She steps closer and smiles when she feels me against her stomach. “It’s you that I’m worried about. What are we going to do about this situation?”
She reaches between us and slowly pumps my cock.
“It’s dire, as you can see…I mean, feel,” I say. “I need your help.”
“What can I do?”
“What do you want to do right now?” I ask.
For some reason, I want her to tell me everything. I don’t want her holding back even a little bit. She’s shy, but I don’t want her to be shy with me.
“I want you in my mouth,” she whispers, and then her eyes widen like she didn’t plan on saying that out loud.
I gulp and freeze when she gets on her knees.
“I’m not going to argue with that,” I say hoarsely. “That sounds really helpful.” Before she fully wraps her mouth around me, I add, “There’s a pillow on that chair.” I point next to her. “You could put that under your knees, so you don’t get sore.”
She grabs the pillow and smirks up at me. “So considerate.”
I groan. “With that mouth and the way you look on your knees, staring up at me, I don’t think it’s going to take very long…for me to get…help.”
“We’ll just have to see,” she says. “I’ll do my best to give you what you need.”
“My sweet Dahlia! If I didn’t know better, I’d think that’s dirty talk coming out of—”
She wraps those gorgeous lips around me while I’m in mid-sentence, and God have mercy, I’m rendered speechless.
When I get some of my wits about me again, I’m able to moan “Dahlia” and “Oh my God, so good” and “fuck, Dahlia, what are you doing to me?” but my thoughts sort of short-circuit beyond that.
The next thing I’m saying is “I’m coming,” and it’s embarrassingly quick at that.
She stares up at me, not losing a beat, and I gush into her mouth. She swallows every drop.
“Where did you come from?” I manage to get out.
She slides off of me with a pop and wipes her lips delicately.
“Near Lake Harriet,” she says.
I burst out laughing, and so does she. I reach for her hand, which she takes as she stands up.
“Thank you,” I say, pushing her hair back. “That was incredible. I was not planning to finish like that. I wanted to make you feel good, and it just…caught me by surprise.”
“I loved making you feel good. It was a rush for me.”
I reach between her legs, dipping inside her, and my mouth waters. “You are dripping. It turned you on to suck my cock?”
Her cheeks flush, and she leans her face against my chest.
“Yes,” she moans quietly.
I lift her chin. “Don’t be shy.”
I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. I’m already hard again, and she gasps when she feels me between her legs.
“Do you see what you do to me?” I ask. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, because I think I could go all day and all night and never get tired of fucking you.”
She groans. “Me too,” she says. “I don’t want you to stop, ever, and the things you say…I’m not used to talking like this, but I love it.”
She buries her face in my neck. I wrap my hands around her ass and squeeze her against me.
“You like my dirty talk, Doll?” I ask, carrying her to the bed.
“I love it,” she says.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. What’s your fantasy? What sounds good to you right now?”
She swallows and looks me in the eye. “I wanna lean against this bed and for you to fuck me from behind.”
I set her down so fast that we both start laughing.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She turns around and puts her hands on the bed, her ass sticking out. It’s such a beautiful sight, I can hardly take it.
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 second yes is 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.