Chapter 21 - Dylan #2
I squeeze her ass and then hike her right leg up to rest over my shoulder.
Normally I’d work my way up to this, but she’s so ready for it—I suck on her clit and she cries out.
Her hands are in my hair now, tugging on it.
Her back is arched. She’s frozen in that pose for a few seconds before her pelvis starts rocking back and forth.
That’s when I start in with the licking and tongue swirling and flicking, and I get right on in there, kissing her deep where she’s so impossibly warm and wet for me.
She jolts and bucks around. “No… No…”
“You want me to stop?”
“No!” She smacks my shoulder. “No.”
“Good, because I haven’t had enough of your pussy yet, Scarlett.”
“Jesus,” she whispers.
I’ll have to continue with the dirty talk later because she’s already started to come and I need to keep doing what I’ve been doing until she stops.
She sounds like she’s sad or in pain, but she’s definitely out of her head now.
This woman who always seems so put together or wound tight unravels for me. It’s more than I imagined, and I’m willing to bet it’s more than she’s ever experienced before. This is the best kind of positive reinforcement.
She goes still finally, leans against the wall. I slip out from under her leg, careful to let her foot rest on the floor before standing up again. She reaches for me, lazily wiping herself from my mouth with her thumbs before kissing me.
I am really getting into the kissing again, but she pulls her head away and maneuvers me to the bed, pushing me down until I lie back.
She removes my sweatpants, careful not to disturb my monster erection.
She removes my boxer briefs even more gingerly, biting her lower lip when my cock bounces up to greet her.
She sits alongside me, focused and determined as she wraps one hand around the base of my shaft while cupping my balls, like she’s just getting acquainted with the equipment or getting my equipment acquainted with her hands.
I want to watch her, but it’s really hard to keep my eyes open when I’m so fucking close to euphoria.
I clasp my hands behind my head, take a deep breath, close my eyes, and just let this woman do her thing.
I was planning on showing her all the things I wanted to do for her, but I mean, it would be rude to stop her now.
She strokes up the underside of my shaft with her fingertips, so gently, base to tip.
Up and up, teasing the sensitive part beneath the head.
Then I can feel her thumb and index finger forming a ring around me.
Up and down, a little more pressure and speed each time.
Then it’s her whole hand—which is so smooth there’s barely any friction.
Alternating hands. Up and up. Down and down. Up and down.
Fucking hell, she’s giving me a cock massage.
So much energy spreads from my hips to every part of my body.
Just when I think it can’t possibly get any better, she positions herself between my legs. Her long hair tickles the skin around my pelvis, both hands around my shaft when she licks that sensitive part that she was teasing with her fingers.
And yup—I’m a goner.
I will forever be in this woman’s orbit.
I know better than to call an amazing hand job love, but this is what I had always hoped love would feel like.
“What are you doing to me?”
“You want me to stop?” I can tell she’s grinning. Little minx.
“Never. But also, yes.”
She stands up, reaches behind herself, and removes her bra. Somewhere, angels are singing and high-fiving each other. I let out a very masculine, totally cool sigh, pull her to me, and flip her over so she’s on her back.
“You are so fucking stunning, Scarlett. I hope you know that.”
She nods and shakes her head and covers her face again.
I’m relaxed and energized. I have never been so aware of the electricity beneath my skin.
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips when I touch her.
I have never had this sensation before. I’m more alive in my body now than I’ve ever been with anyone else and I don’t want this to end, but I also need to get inside this woman—I want it so badly that these breaths I’m taking might be my last if I don’t.
“There are condoms in that top drawer,” she mumbles.
I find a condom and get it on so fast, she doesn’t have time to finish her shaky warning about expiration dates.
I pull her ass to the edge of the bed and position myself at her entrance.
She uncovers her face. “Whoa. Here we go, huh?”
“You ready?”
She nods, spreads her bent legs like a butterfly’s wings on either side of me.
Holding on to her hips, I tilt her up and I press myself inside her. Slowly, carefully. She hisses and groans.
“Baby…”
“So good,” she whispers.
She reaches for my chest, and I start to move.
Thrusting, pulling her up and in. Her breasts are bouncing and her neck is stretched long and her lips are deep pink and swollen. This is a fucking awesome view, but I need to be closer to her.
She seems to know what I need, so she moves back up to the middle of the bed with me.
Having her under me like this just feels so right.
We grind against each other. Her breaths come sharp and loud, and I get slightly manic.
I have fucked women and I have made love to them, but this is something else.
This is me trying to tear apart everything between us so I can be in her, with her, for her, all over her. I want her all over me.
Her clit is getting so much stimulation, and she cries out even louder than when I sucked on it. She says my name, over and over. It’s a sexy, astonished one-word song of ecstasy.
“You like that?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
“I’m not gonna stop. You still think this is wrong?”
“No.”
“You still think I’m a bad boy?”
“You fuck like a man.”
“Damn right I do.”
“Don’t come yet,” she says breathlessly.
“Well, I am human, but I’ll try not to.”
She gets on top of me, straddling me. Bearing down on me, leaning back and then hovering over me.
Her hair is a dark, beautiful, but frustrating curtain that prevents me from seeing her tits.
I hold on to her waist and recite Gloucester’s monologue from Shakespeare’s Richard III to keep from erupting. Now is the winter of our discontent…
Scarlett lifts her hair up, revealing her perfect, jiggling breasts, and there is no winter. There is no discontent. There is only the most beautiful woman in the world, riding me with grace and resolve, and my sudden desire to impregnate her because this hotness needs to be immortalized.
Our breaths are synchronized, skin slick with sweat. I can barely make out that thin gold necklace against her skin, but it’s there, sticking to her. I reach up to touch her face. My thumb slips inside her mouth, and she sucks on it like it’s giving her life.
My eyes shut tight, and I have this vision of myself, from a great height.
It probably only lasts a second, but I suddenly have some deep understanding and acceptance of who I am.
I have more power than I ever knew, and I will use all of it to become the man that I need to be for this woman.
For her and her son and for all of the animals we’re responsible for.
Everything that really matters fits inside this house all of a sudden.
Or maybe I’ve just never had great sex before and this is what it feels like right before I come like a rocket.
Scarlett cries out again, her hips rocking faster and faster.
I can feel it around my cock. The wave she’s riding.
I let myself go, and it’s the longest, deepest orgasm I’ve ever had.
She lowers herself to me, her chest against mine, squeezing me tight in every way she can. Trying to experience it with me.
It’s more intimate than anything I’ve ever experienced, and there’s no fear here for either of us.
The stillness that follows settles in slowly, accompanied only by our breaths and heartbeats.
She stays on top of me, cemented to my chest.
I seem to recall being capable of saying all the things I’ve wanted to say to her before now.
But there are words I’ve used before with women that may have been too much for them, and they aren’t enough for Scarlett.
There isn’t one word or three words or any word I can think of that can express how I feel right now.
Maybe two words. Two words that I have never said aloud after sex before. “Thank you…”
There’s a rush of air through her nostrils, but she doesn’t laugh at me. She cups my face in her hands and kisses me. “My pleasure. Thank you.”
She lifts herself up and off of me. I don’t like pulling out of her, but I have every intention of getting back in there soon. I make a quick run to the en suite bathroom and return to her bed, spooning her. I feel a heaviness take over. I’ll be asleep soon, maybe only for a few minutes.
“That was all…very therapeutic,” I mutter, kissing her shoulder and then relinquishing myself to sleep.
I feel her whole body shaking with laughter, and I like it as much as I like making her quiver for other reasons.
I’ve felt this, the falling, before. So many times. But for the first time ever, I know I have a safe place to land. I just need her to land here with me.