28. Dillan
28
DILLAN
L izzie takes her phone out of her back pocket and presses a button. Soft, sensual music drifts from the speaker, and she places the device next to our glasses. Curious and more than willing to play along, I sit back and wait.
“I’m liking this already,” I rumble.
At first, her movements are subtle. A simple sway of her hips and a few shuffling steps. But as the music begins to build, her movements become more purposeful. Her connection with music and her body is unmatched. I’m captivated as she unbuttons her blouse. I swear, Lizzie turns a waitress uniform into the epitome of sexy (especially when she’s peeling it off).
Her top glides off effortlessly, unveiling her perfect breasts. A part of me is tempted to sweep her onto the couch and lose myself in the moment. Yet I’m captivated by her dance, unable to do anything but revel in the beauty before me. As she keeps moving to the music, Lizzie unzips her skirt and lets it pool around her feet before stepping out of it. That leaves her clad in only her black panties, which are trimmed with lace, ready to be torn off. My cock jumps to attention, so hard I can’t take it anymore.
I grab her, making her squeal in surprise and excitement.
“You’re messing up the dance, babe,” she teases.
“I know,” I growl and latch my mouth onto her neck, sucking greedily and forcing a moan from her lips.
“Clients aren’t supposed to touch.”
For a second, I pull back.
Clients aren’t supposed to touch? What does she mean?
Her eyes grow huge, and she stares at me as if the words had slipped out of her mouth by accident, but then she smiles.
Ohhh, I get it.
She’s into the whole role-playing thing. Hell, yeah.
“Good thing I’m your boyfriend then, huh? Your undisputed king,” I say, playing along. “Come here, you bad little girl. I think it’s time I teach you who’s giving the orders around here.”
My hands run down her back, marveling at the softness of her skin. Any further protests die in her throat the second I start to kiss my way down her chest.
“Bedroom?” Lizzie asks, voice breathless with want.
“Bedroom.” She doesn’t need to ask me twice.
In one fluid movement, I stand and lift her with me. Led purely by instinct, she wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me, perfectly positioned against my cock. With her hands running through my hair and her mouth attacking mine, I stumble toward the bedroom, holding her tight. White-hot arousal settles between my legs, making my dick steel-hard.
Thankfully, my room isn’t far.
I carefully lay her down on the bed, still kissing and nipping at her lips.
Finally, my eyes gesture to the space between her legs, which is still covered by the soaked sheen of her panties. “Lose them. Now,” I order, causing a flush to cover the surface of Lizzie’s body.
She obeys immediately, rolling them down her legs and throwing them off to the side.
“I need you inside me,” she gasps, hands reaching for the buttons of my shirt. “Right here. Right now.”
“Oh, I know you can’t wait to have me inside of you,” I growl, pulling away to get rid of my clothes. “But first things first.”
First, I need to take care of my undisputed queen.
Unbuttoning my shirt, I shrug out of it. With hooded eyes, Lizzie watches me undress, her top teeth biting into her bottom lip. Even before I can toss the shirt aside, she reaches for me, yanking me forward.
“Slow down, girl.” Chuckling, we tumble backward, our lips refusing to do anything other than kiss.
It has been so damn long since our first and only time together. Too damn long.
I want her so bad.
There’s nothing I want more.
I kiss my way down to her breasts, admiring every dip and curve as I go. Her skin is hot under my lips, smooth as damn silk, and her nipples pebbly like strawberries. She’s flawless, absolutely perfect. She runs her hands through my hair, tugging on the strands, eager to have me sucking them.
“You’re so damn perfect,” I groan into her skin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
“Oh my God, yes… please …”
God, I love it when she begs.
“Now be a good girl and spread your legs for me,” I grumble, getting back on my knees and undoing the buckle of my belt.
Lizzie does as she’s told, pressing her back against the pillows and taking a deep breath as she settles herself into a seductive pose, her legs wide. She gives me a smile and lifts an eyebrow in a way that says, “Come and get it, big boy.”
Her lips curl into a mischievous smile.
It seems to take a lifetime for me to lose the rest of my clothes. Finally, I place my hands on the blankets and stalk up the bed, over her body, until we’re skin to skin, nose to nose, eyes boring into one another’s soul.
I press a kiss to Lizzie’s lips, and she moans, attempting to deepen it, but I draw away before she can, causing her to let out a sound of protest.
It quickly turns into a gasp of surprise the second she feels my teeth graze her collarbone, my lips moving down her body, grazing each nipple softly, then sucking on it, before circling her navel and sending shudders through her system.
When I finally reach her hips, I kiss one thigh and then the other, before moving down, inch by agonizing inch, until Lizzie’s fingers are completely clenched around the sheets of the bed, holding on for dear life.
I can feel the heat from between her legs, her wet cunt against me.
I feel my cock twitch. It’s almost painfully hard.
At the first touch of my tongue to her clit, Lizzie arches off the bed, moaning toward the heavens.
When I lick her again, she melts beneath me, softly moaning my name.
“ Dillan…ohhh… ”
Jesus, this woman will be the death of me. If she makes any more sounds like that, I will reach my breaking point. And gladly so.
It has been too damn long since I heard that tone from her.
The low moan of her voice does things to me that I can’t explain. What I know without a shred of doubt is that I’ll do everything in my power to make her moan my name over and over again (or scream it—that works equally well). That’s a guarantee.
She tastes like honey and rain and heaven, and I can’t get enough. Those firm thighs wrap themselves around my head and draw me in—which I gladly give into.
I don’t brush over her clit again. Instead, my tongue lingers, delicately tracing near and around her clit, that’s where my focus is, on sweetly torturing her, only occasionally brushing directly over her little bud, causing her to sway her hips, arch her back, and whimper. I draw slow circles with my tongue and run it through the pool between her legs, with Lizzie continuing to moan and struggle against my arm, her hands alternating between tugging at my hair and clasping the sheets on the bed. It’s when her breathing changes and she starts begging that I know she’s close. The second I suck her clit between my lips, I feel her quiver.
A delicious scream slices through the room.
That’s the quickest she has ever come, and most of it was from the sheer anticipation of my touch where she most needed it. Her hands are back in my hair, clinging on to the strands as I hold her clit in my mouth, extending her pleasure until she can take no more, panting and sweating, her body wetter than before.
I roll over but don’t go far. I position myself right next to her body, my hair tickling her side, waiting for Lizzie to come down from the cloud of orgasmic bliss. When she’s cognizant again, she reaches for me, encouraging me to climb up her body until we’re on our sides, facing one another. Lizzie leans in and presses a long, slow kiss to my lips.
Then she pulls back and says only one word.
“Again…” she whispers.
The one word every man longs to hear from his woman.
Before she can blink, I grab a hold of her muscular thigh and sling it over my hip, pressing myself between her legs. I’m hard as fuck. I run my cock through her slit, positioning myself, and Lizzie moans, tugging me more firmly against her body.
With one slow move, I inch my cock inside her, stretching her and causing Lizzie to let out a long, loud and satisfied moan.
A groan spills over my lips and my eyes close.
Holy shit.
“Whoa. Fuck , baby. You feel fucking amazing.” I push deeper. “You’re squeezing me so hard I can barely move.”
Her skin glistens in the low lamplight. A deep blush has taken over her cheeks, leaving her flushed and radiant.
I begin to move, rocking in and out, taking my time. “You want me slow, like this?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she whisper-moans.
I feel her nipples poking back at me, and I fuck her slowly, taking in how amazing she feels around me.
“Yeah…like this,” she moans and arches against me. “ Oh, my God… .”
With every thrust, the world fades. For a moment, I lose control, giving in to my instincts. I can’t help it. The closeness, the beauty under me—it’s intoxicating, making every rational thought evaporate. My thrusts get deeper, wilder, rougher. It’s a rhythm I can barely control. It doesn’t take long for her to reach the edge for the second time.
She’s close. So am I.
“I want you to come on my cock like a good girl,” I rumble into her ear, chest heaving, thrusting into her, drinking in the sight of her coming undone. I take pride in being the cause and am resolved to extract as many orgasms from her as she can handle (and perhaps a couple more). “And I want to feel you coming when I fill you up.”
I hold myself off and help her along with my hand, teasing her clit with my lips on hers, nibbling her bottom lip as she gasps.
Her body rocks against mine, our lower halves grinding together.
Yes . She’s almost there. Perfect.
“Kiss…me,” she begs softly, and I press my lips to hers, teasing her mouth open, kissing her as if it was our last day on Earth, my tongue mimicking the movements of my cock inside her. Pressing in and out, and then back in again. She moans into my mouth, and I feel her pulsating all around me—she’s orgasming hard, unable to stop. I lose myself after that, too eager for more and consumed by my love for her. Everything about her surrounds me.
One more feverish, desperate thrust.
I come inside her with a guttural moan, practically growling Lizzie’s name into her mouth. She whimpers mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me to lie over her, like a blanket, our hearts beating in perfect harmony where they belong.
S he dozes off less than a minute later, and I’m not far behind, still smiling at the thought of her in my arms. I hold her close, thrilled—no, ecstatic—that when I wake up in the morning she will still be here.