Chapter 34 I’m Only Half a Virgin Now
I’M ONLY HALF A VIRGIN NOW
KATIE
I didn’t feel nervous, but anticipation coursed through my veins.
Dylan leaned against the closed door, his gaze raking over me like I was the only person left on earth. My pulse drummed in my ears, each beat a reminder that there was no one else here. Just us. And Pollux.
His husky voice was smoky when he asked, “What do you want?”
My lips parted, and there was no hesitation when I answered truthfully, “You.”
The word set me free. I didn’t want anyone else. But him.
Something dark flickered across his face as he locked the door. The click echoed in the house, giving me goosebumps.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice tight as if he was holding himself together.
I nodded.
“You’re not drunk?”
I shook my head. I was tipsy, but the realization of us alone without any distractions—unless Pollux jumps out of his tank, which was impossible—made me giddy with excitement.
His lips curved, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “What’s your star sign?”
I tipped my head, humming and pretending to think before I replied playfully, “Virgin.”
That earned me a low laugh that made my skin prickle. He stepped closer. “Math test, then. Three times nine?”
“Twenty-seven,” I said confidently.
“Smart girl.” His eyes gleamed. “Remove your dress, darling.”
Heat rushed through me as I reached behind, fingers grazing the zipper, but I paused.
My lips curved into a smirk. “You do it.”
“You’re playing with fire, Katie,” he said, taking a step closer. “My patience is hanging by a thread.”
“So what?”
Dylan took another slow step, and I immediately stepped back.
His eyes narrowed. “Really?”
I grinned, backing up further when his steps matched mine. “Maybe.”
The next thing I knew, I was running barefoot across the living room with laughter bubbling out of me. My dress swirled around my legs as I darted past the couch, glancing over my shoulder.
Dylan was grinning with hunger in his eyes which gleamed with amusement. “You think you can outrun me?”
“I can try!” I said, breathless and giddy.
It turned into a chase, my giggles bouncing off the walls as he pursued me, the heavy thud of his footsteps catching up. My heart pounded, both from the sprint and the thrill of being hunted.
Finally, he lunged, catching my waist and pulling me back against his chest. I squealed, wriggling, but his grip was firm. He pinned me against the couch, his mouth crushing down on mine.
The kiss stole my breath. It was sweet and slow at first with his plump lips coaxing mine, and then it turned deeper, urgent and full of need.
I clutched his shoulders, my laughter melting into moans as the heat flared between us. His hands roamed, one cupping my face, the other sliding down my back, his fingers teasing the zipper.
“Got you,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Get me out of this dress,” I said breathlessly.
“Fuck yes.” He kissed me harder, then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. “You drive me insane.”
My dress slipped down my shoulders as he tugged down the zipper, the fabric loosening around me. I shivered under his hot gaze, my body igniting with every touch.
In one motion, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me effortlessly toward the stairs. My arms wrapped around his neck, my lips pressing against his jaw.
“You look good enough to eat,” I whispered to him, his heated green eyes glancing at me briefly. He truly did with a fitted shirt and styled hair that seemed tousled.
I grinned when he squeezed my ass.
“Then eat me whenever you want,” he replied, kissing my neck. “I’m all yours.”
We finally reached my room, but he barely glanced around before laying me down on the bed, his hands already working at his belt. The metallic clink made me bite my lip.
His zipper lowered, his eyes never leaving me.
We both worked together to remove his shirt and then my dress as it slid down my body, leaving me in the navy lace set. One of the many he had bought for me. It barely hid anything, but he was right. Wearing it made me confident and sexy.
His eyes darkened instantly.
“You liar,” he said, voice thick with heat. “You told me you weren’t wearing any.”
“I was teasing you.”
He shook his head slowly, gaze dragging down my body. “You look like my present. And I’m going to unwrap you. Slowly.”
Every nerve in my body sparked with desire when he climbed onto the bed, his mouth claiming my throat, his hands roaming with hunger and greed.
He kissed, licked, and nipped at my skin.
My collarbone, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my stomach.
His hot touch made me arch and gasp, desperate for more.
When he peeled the lace away, inch by inch, I thought I might combust from want. But his fingers finally slid between my thighs, slowly teasing me by rubbing the pads of his fingers on my clit.
“Please,” I whimpered, hips lifting.
“Have patience, darling.” He hushed me, his lips brushing my ear. “Gotta stretch your pretty cunt first.”
His fingers slipped inside me. Curling slowly and stroking the sensitive spot. I moaned, clutching the sheets when he kept my thighs spread.
“Moan for me, Katie,” he said, his husky voice rough with need.
I tilted my head and pursed my lips despite the bubbling pleasure. “I’m gonna release carbon dioxide now.”
For a beat, he froze and then snorted, laughter breaking the tension.
I joined him, giggling helplessly. Maybe I was still tipsy.
“That was ridiculous,” I said when his fingers still moved inside me.
“You are. Cracking jokes during foreplay so maybe I should make more effort, hm?” he said, shaking his head and kissing me again until laughter dissolved back into panting.
I clutched his arm when he increased his pace, my eyes rolling back in my head as I came. White hot lust blinded me when he brushed his thumb over my clit, making me whimper.
“Fuck, I could never tire of making you cum,” he groaned when I finally came back to earth and found him licking his fingers with a filthy look on his face.
I swallowed when he finally pulled back to get rid of his clothes until we were naked on my bed. Nerves made me aware of how thick his length was.
How the hell is it gonna fit?
My lips parted watching him pull out a packet of foil, but before he could tear it open, I stopped him.
“There’s no need,” I said in a shy voice and swallowed. “We both are clean.” And I wanted to feel him. All of him.
He blinked and nodded slowly. “Okay.”
I licked my lips when he settled between my thighs.
Dylan surprised me by taking hold of my hand and kissing my knuckles. “Relax, Katie,” he said, gliding his hand over my trembling legs. I didn’t know I was shaking. “I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you and this sweet pussy.”
His dirty words comforted me.
“Do it,” I breathed out, keeping my eyes fixed on his handsome face. “Fuck me now—oh mmfh.”
He lined himself against my wetness and slowly brushed the head of his cock against me before easing in. My breath hitched as pleasure and pressure mingled. A pinch of pain trembled through my walls, but his fingers were right at my clit, slowly rubbing it as he kept pushing in.
“Fuck,” he exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. “I’m halfway in.”
Halfway?! There is more?
Sweat gathered at my temples as I blurted, “Great. I’m only half a virgin now.”
That did it. He chuckled, his body shaking as he pressed his forehead to my shoulder.
“Don’t… don’t say stuff like that when I’m trying to—fuck, Katie, you’re killing me.”
I grinned which broke into a gasp, both in pain and pleasure. Finally, he lifted his head, still smiling, eyes burning with affection and lust.
He brushed his lips against mine, and I hummed in our kiss as he slowly moved his hips, fully settling in. I gasped at the feeling of being so full.
“Fuck… I can’t—”
My eyes widened when he groaned, his body shuddering with pleasure.
Did he just…?