28. Dylan
You”d think, by my pounding heart, I”m about to skydive.
But nope.
I”m with the girl of my dreams, who promises a night I”ll never forget. And our potential love story is taking a turn for the better.
Maybe there”s a chance I”ll heal her from her suffering. Perhaps she”s waiting for someone to bring her into the light. I want that to be me.
It”s not that my girl can”t hold herself up—Lara is the strongest gal I”ve ever met. But I want to be her anchor—to hold her close and never let her go.
Needless to say, there”s a lot on the line, and I don”t want to make a fool out of myself.
But my dick doesn”t seem to get the memo, especially when she undoes her pretty pink scarf and unzips her puffy, silver jacket, and lets them slide to the floor.
Shit.
She slinks her arms around my shoulders with a sultry smile. I mean… I never imagined the rest of our evening would go in this direction. I didn”t expect it.
Well—
I dreamed about it. It”s natural for a guy as hopelessly in love with the girl of his dreams as I am to do so.
But I didn”t expect it.
I figured this trip would be a nice getaway for Lara so that she could forget her sorrow.
And as I stare at her with my erection pressed against her, I grow nervous. Especially when she unzips my coat, pushes it off my shoulders, and lets it hit the floor, too.
”Y-you… s-sure?” I ask, internally cringing at my stammering.
Lara giggles, her fingers lacing through my hair. ”I”m sure.”
I blink, still not believing what I”m hearing. ”I–a-are… You”re not doing this because?—”
”I want to do this. With you,” she says before pouting her lips. ”Don”t you want to?”
I wrap one arm around her waist and haul her close. She gasps as I curl my fingers under her chin and tilt her head up so she”s looking me in the eyes. ”Lara? If I ever say no, go ahead and castrate me.”
She giggles and shimmies against me. ”Yeah, I can tell how much your little friend wants it.”
Woah. Woah?—
”Little?” I arch a brow as my palm makes contact with her butt. ”Hold up, here. What do you mean by little?”
Especially not when she was choking on it a few weeks ago.
She laughs, swatting me on the chest. ”Why am I not surprised you”re focused on the small part?”
Is this even a question? My ego”s on the line. ”I”ll show you how little.”
”Oh my god.” She laughs as I sweep her up to meet my lips.
Her arms latch around me for balance. She moans, tilting her head and deepening our kiss. It”s like there”s no one besides us in our very own snow globe—where everything”s perfect.
I kiss her deeply, my tongue slipping inside her mouth, and her body shudders and fills me with urges.
We kick off our boots, and I lead us to the bed and toss her onto it. She gasps and laughs as I climb on top of her.
She”s lettin” me go for broke, and it makes this situation all the crazier that I know once I sink into that slice of heaven between her thighs, there”s nothing in this world that”ll keep me from her.
I”ll do everything to convince her that we”re meant to be together because I know in my bones it”s the truth.
She”s my princess. My happily ever after—no matter how sappy it sounds.
We latch onto one another. It”s as if she”s the only one who can satisfy this gut-pulsing hunger.
I lick inside her warm mouth as she balls the back of my shirt. We pull away momentarily in desperation before my plaid button-down is off, and my mouth is on hers again.
She moans, our hands moving maniacally. Slanting my mouth to deepen our kiss again, she wiggles beneath me, and those little whimpers and mewls she”s making drive me insane. I wish I could absorb every inch of her into my bloodstream.
After one last hard kiss, I flick my tongue down her neck. She whimpers, bucking frenziedly as I worship her body.
How”s it possible for her skin to be this soft?
By the time I get to her lacy, pink bra, fuck knows how I”ve removed her shirt. My mouth waters with need as I stare down at her breasts. I want to taste them.
Almost as if she knows what I”m thinking, she lets out a shuddering breath and arches her back. Her sweet little tits look ready to pop out of her bra.
My head pounds and my mouth goes dry, but I can”t act just yet, even though the signs are all there. I want this to be good, for her to know that, in the end, she”s the one who has control.
I exist only to please her. Not the other way around.
”Can I suck your tits, princess?” I ask, my voice so hoarse it startles me. And she seems to like it by how she trembles before nodding frantically. My hands can barely contain themselves as one goes under her back and unhooks the clasp of her bra.
When her rosy, pink nipples harden and beg for my attention, a part of me snaps. With a growl that sounds more animal than human, I latch onto one.
”Aah, yeah!”
”Fucking perfect,” I murmur and trace the tip of my tongue around the nipple.
She moans, bucking her hips and grinding against me as I circle her flesh over and over and over—until she”s writhing beneath me.
I give each breast equal attention. My hair sweeps over my eyes as I look at her through it, loving the way she”s staring back at me as I lick her tits.
”More… m-more, Dylan,” she stammers, her fingers brushing my hair back and pulling hard just as she bows forward, demanding me to serve her.
I”m a mindless knight, ready to do whatever the princess demands.
I groan, pressing my hips into hers as my dick drools pathetically in my boxers. I”m almost sure I”ve soaked myself. And it doesn”t make it better that her whimpers are driving me out of my damn fucking mind.
”You want more?” I whisper as I trace my tongue across her collarbone and suck the area in the middle. She sighs. ”You feel good, baby? You want my dick? You know what you need, don”t you?”
”Yeah. Yes,” she whispers breathlessly, eyes hazy with arousal. ”Keep going.”
I want to do anything to please and show her what I”ve always wanted.
Please, God, please…
I want to tell her how serious I am about her. I”ve always known she”s my forever, but saying it out loud right now will push her away.
”I”ll keep going, baby. I won”t stop even if this whole damn resort catches fire,” I murmur, balancing myself on my knees. I hook my thumbs into her leggings and shimmy them down her legs. She”s not wearing panties. I grin.
”Mmm,” she whimpers beneath me.
I pull off my cargos and boxers and reach for a condom inside my wallet. My heart slams as I rip the wrapper open and roll the condom on without looking away from her.
I”ve fucked a few girls before but never made love to them.
Frankly, I figure there”s no such thing. But right now, my perspective has changed.
Fucking is for pure gratification.
Making love?
There”s much more involved. It”s about wanting to be as close as possible to your partner, to show them with your body how much you want, desire, and need them in your life. It”s about wanting them to feel it. To know it.
It”s about becoming one.
And I only figure this because I”m only ever going to make love with one person. Her.
Only her.
Lara tenses as she gazes into my eyes. It”s such a slight movement that I almost miss it.
I pause and place my forehead against hers. ”You okay?”
She seems dazed, and there”s a guard in her eyes. Am I imagining this because I”m afraid of messing this up?
”It”s just…” she trails off, giving me a lopsided grin. ”Are… you using this chance to prove a point or something?”
I blink once, twice, and then my brows knit together. ”What?”
She fiddles with my hair. ”For the whole, ”I fuck girls deep. Hard.” Or whatever you said a while ago? And do you blindfold your girls and bring in a fluffer to do so?”
”A what?”
”Like what they do in porn,” she says. ”You know, bring in a fluffer in between shoots to suck off the guy during shoots so they stay hard.”
What the hell? Is she even serious?
Sometimes I want to?—
What”s she thinking? I can”t keep hard for her? Can”t last long? What”s she even mean? It”s some insult, regardless.
My eyelid twitches, especially when she dares to go cross-eyed while parroting my statement in a low, mocking tone about how I fucked other girls.
Only Lara can joke like this.
I draw a breath. ”That a challenge to see if my dick can handle you?”
”Don”t know. Can your sizeable friend handle me?”
”My very substantial friend can prove just that.” I slowly position myself more comfortably between her precious flesh. I lick my lips, watching as she bats her eyelashes.
What she doesn”t know is that I”m not just going to make love to her like I dream of, but I”ll fuck her, too, if that”s what she wants.
Staring into her eyes with the warmth of her pussy beneath my dick, I honestly pray to last—especially as I press into her sleek, tight—she”s—its?—
Once I bury myself in her, she”s mine. She might not know it yet, but I”m never letting her go. It”s the only thing pounding in my head. Like primal instinct. So much so that I can”t help but press my hips forward, pushing my last few inches into her. I groan, feeling every single fiber of my being tighten.
She digs her nails into my shoulder while her pussy flexes and squeezes me.
I can”t think straight as I pump in the pace of a galloping workhorse, driving into my girl like a maniac. I can”t stop thrusting harder and faster.
I lean over her and nip her ear. The squelching, messy, debauched noises of our skin slapping wetly fill the room. ”You”re going to be the death of me.”
Her heels dig into my ass as I pin her down and continue pumping into her.
”Whose fucking you right now?” I snarl. ”Whose fucking you deep and hard?”
”Ahh, you,” she breathes.
She”s beautiful, her tits bouncing with each hard thrust of my hips. Her legs wrap around me like she”s trying to keep me here. And her hands now claw at the sheets in blind pleasure.
The bed is creaking, and I want it to break. I don”t want to return to reality.
I want us to be in this perfect snow globe forever—just her and me.
”Who”s spreading her legs so wide for me?” I grit out, then take one of her nipples between my teeth.
”You, you, you,” she chants, her pussy clenching and squeezing harder every time I drive home.
”Who?” I ask. ”Say my fucking name.”
My balls tighten as I hold myself back so we can lose ourselves together. Thankfully, it doesn”t take long for her to force her eyes open, and she stares into my soul.
”Dylan.”
That”s it.
I keep fucking her until her pussy tightens around me, and I bite out her name and hold her close as she moans her release. I thrust my hips once more into her, my orgasm so intense I swear I black out for a moment, and then I go still as I empty into the condom.
Lara clings and nuzzles my neck like we”re keeping one another from shattering into a thousand pieces. I”ve never felt like this.
I capture her lips and thrust my tongue inside her mouth as we entangle into madness. Even after coming, I”m hungry. I can”t get enough.
I love you.
Those words sit on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them because this isn”t the time for her to hear them. It is for me… but not for her.
I”ll find a way to keep her by my side, though
And I will for my sanity because now that I”ve tasted her, there”s no way I”m sharing.
It”ll be over my dead body.