Chapter 21 – Dylan
Chapter Twenty-One
DYLAN
I take her to my bedroom, a functional space without much adornment. The cream walls and carpet were the builder’s choice. The navy bedding was a set I ordered years ago off an internet store who still sends me promotional emails.
“You’ll need to knit something for in here,” Nat says, smoothing her hand along the navy coverlet. “Make it look pretty.”
I smooth her hair away from her forehead. “You make it look pretty.”
By the slight pink in her cheeks and the way she ducks her head, I can tell compliments make her shy, but she likes them, too. I slot that in my memory bank. Remember to give Nat a lot of verbal assurances.
“I don’t know why I’m suddenly feeling awkward. It’s not like we haven’t touched each other before.” She places her hands on my chest as if intentional boldness can chase away her reserve.
I lift her hands to my mouth and kiss her fingers. “Because we’re consummating our promises. I love you, and you love me, and yes, we’re going to have a big wedding with lots of people and a red velvet cake because I love red velvet cake, but all of that is for show. Tonight we are going to pledge ourselves to each other with our bodies.”
I take off my shirt and revel in the way her eyes widen when they land on my chest, counting the ridges of my abdomen. I place her hands on my stomach.
“I could wash my clothes against your abs.” She grins, very little sign of her shyness evident as her fingers skip across my skin, rubbing and scraping and making it very hard for me to think.
While she’s busy exploring, I unbutton her practical, cotton blouse and release her lovely breasts from their lace cages. The bra straps leave red marks against her skin. I kiss along the lines left—the ones at her shoulders, the ones at her sides. She sighs softly as her body melts into my embrace.
“You work too hard,” I whisper as I make my way across the top of her chest. I squeeze her breasts and thumb the nipples until they’re taut and ready for my mouth.
“Maybe. This is a nice reward.”
“Nice?” I nip at her tit. She yelps.
“Awesome?” she offers.
“Better.” I soothe the sting with my tongue. I slide my hand into her panties to feel her wet and ready. She molds against me as I press two fingers at her entrance. She shudders, and her head falls back. I splay my hand across her shoulders to hold her still as I work her breasts with my mouth and her virgin hole with my hand.
“Oh God, yes, Dylan.” She sucks in a breath. Her pussy spasms around my digits. I thrust deeper and deeper, striking the heel of my palm against her pubis until she explodes. Her cum floods my hand. Her cries of pleasure fill my ears.
I rip the rest of her clothes off and then mine. My dick is heavy with want and lust, my head thick and muddled. I pin her with a dark stare. “I need to be inside you. I need to come inside you.”
“Yes.” She reaches for me, pulling me down onto her body. Her erect nipples rub against my chest, sending electric shocks down my spine.
I position myself at her entrance. The ruddy head of my cock pushes her open, and I separate our bodies just enough so we can both see me enter her. “Watch us. Watch me fuck you.”
Her hands find my ass, and I feel her urging me inside of her.
“We have to go slow,” I tell her. Sweat beads along my forehead because my body wants to go fast. My body wants me to drive into her, thrust so hard that the headboard breaks through the plaster walls, slam into her until there’s an imprint of my dick in the back of her throat. It takes a superhuman effort to wait until her tight, hot channel opens for me.
She hisses at each advancement, her breath whistling through almost-clenched teeth. Or maybe that’s me. I can’t tell where I end and she begins. We’re one being at this point, joined together by our love, our desires, our bodies. The sight of her wet, pink cunt swallowing my throbbing cock is a mindfuck. I’ll never be able to get this image out of my head. I don’t want to. It’s glorious. Art that should be hung in the Louvre, but then I’d have to kill everyone who saw it because Nat is mine, all mine. No one else gets to touch her. No one else gets to look at her. I don’t even want people to say her name. Just me.
“Just me,” I say out loud.
“Just you,” she repeats. “I just want you.”
The grip I have on my control snaps. I slam home, my balls striking the underside of her ass. Her cries grow louder as my cock drives deeper. My mind is gone. I am nothing but sensation. Hot. Wet. Tight. Fuck.
I pound harder and harder. Her back arches. Her neck grows taut. Her eyes are shut, but her mouth is parted. I claim her mouth, delving my tongue in the same rhythm as my cock shuttles in and out of her exquisite pussy.
She flies apart, and so do I, coming inside of her in long, heated jets. I dig a knee into the mattress and stroke her until every single ounce of cum has emptied inside her sex, until the last shudder leaves her body spent and depleted. I lower myself to her side and gather her into my arms, spreading soft kisses across her forehead, cheeks, mouth.
“By the way, the thing I wanted to tell you, the thing you said you didn’t need to know—” she tenses slightly—“you’re the only woman I’ve ever had, Nat.”
Her head swings up. “For real? You are, I mean were, a virgin?”
I wink at her. “Yup. Saving it for you. I love you, Nat.”
“Oh, Dylan, I love you.” Her voice is tremulous, almost as if she is on the verge of tears. She drapes herself across my body, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
“Only between us, babe. This is only because it’s us.”