Chapter 11
EMMA
I’ve never experienced anything close to this. I’m electrified.
The entire world has melted away, leaving Dylan and I in our own private bubble of kisses and caresses, creating pleasure for each other while exploring gently.
I have no reservations about what's going to happen any minute, and my decision is only solidified even more as I stroke Dylan's length.
He's incredibly hard. I always thought that was just an expression.
That a cock got…firm. This is actually hard.
As if his pulse is beating frantically, trying to escape.
I love it. Every moment of this brings us closer together. I don't care if it’s only temporary…or phony…or possibly misguided.
I'm the kind of person who’s always in my head, never my body. This complete flip feels healthy. No matter what the future holds, I know Dylan is the perfect man to explore this with.
My palm skims along his heated shaft, and I watch his eyes glaze over slightly as my fingertips gently trace around the head. He's more sensitive there. There's a drop of moisture at the tip, too. I rub at it with my thumb, inhaling his deep groan as he kisses me again.
Dylan jolts, ripping off his shorts and pulling me on top of his huge, muscular body. Straddling him, I suddenly feel empty, as if my pussy was reaching for something that wasn't there. Yet.
"I'm so afraid I’m going to hurt you, baby," he whispers, dragging his shaft against my wet inner lips. "So I want you to settle down onto my cock really slowly, okay?"
"Sure." I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Just tell me if I do anything wrong."
"Oh, baby." His palm cups my cheek, thumb running across my skin. "Everything you do will be right. Just do what feels natural."
Honestly, it feels natural to me to burrow under him, to have his hulking weight pinning me down. But maybe he's right – this way, I can control the pressure. Reaching down, he helps me nudge the thick blunt head inside me. Just the first quarter of an inch feels incredible.
"That’s it. Now, go easy. See if you can let it sink in gently."
I love the way my inexperience seems to turn him on even more. "Like this?"
My hips shift, pulsing downward in a series of tiny strokes. The movement barely makes him sink him a half inch deeper, yet it still feels incredible.
Dylan's gaze rakes up and down my body with blistering heat. It makes me bolder, and I shift and rock against his hard cock as it penetrates me gradually, opening my body for his as I drop carefully down.
"Damn, baby, you feel terrific." He grips the back of my hair, yanking my lips to his mouth. His hunger feeds mine, and I cling to his shoulders while pushing my hips down a bit more. Every thick, hot inch I capture inside me sends my pulse skyrocketing. Still rocking back and forth, I feel his rough fingers gripping the bottom of my ass, encouraging me to shift with him. As his hips begin to move, thighs pulsing, I realize that even though only half of his cock is inside me, we’re actually…
"Fuuuck." Dylan's voice is a low growl as his stunning green eyes fix on me. "You're so hot, Emma. I can feel how much your pussy needs me."
My breasts move against his firm chest as I push down a bit more. Suddenly, something gives way, and I am able to keep sinking down until I'm pretty sure his entire length is inside me.
Both of his hands tighten on my ass. “Don't move," he grits out.
I'm already squirming slightly. "Why not? It feels incredible."
His eyes blaze as he firmly holds my hips still, stretching up to capture my mouth in another powerful kiss. Then he takes a slow breath. "Baby, I'm trying so hard to be gentle. But the urge to thrust inside you is almost too much to resist."
"Then don't resist." I wriggle from his grasp, lifting my hips up, then all the way down his shaft again.
He groans louder. "Perfection. My gorgeous dream girl is sheer perfection."
A deep shudder rolls up my spine – not just from his words, but also another slow, feverish stroke of his length inside me. "You want a little more?" I ask.
"Someday, a lot more. When you're ready." He smiles, reaching up to sweep my hair out of my face. "We have all the time in the world to get comfortable with this."
My breath stops for several seconds as my heart races and a fresh rush of moisture helps his cock move more smoothly inside me. Did he actually just talk about the future as if…it's a given? As if this is happening for real? Even if it's just bedroom talk, the idea drives me wild.
I resume my movements, his fingers on my hips slowing me down whenever I start to move too fast.
"I think I like it faster," I murmur, placing my palms on the front of his shoulders. As I rock, my breasts swaying over him, Dylan stares at my body as if he wants to worship every inch of my skin.
"Me too," he groans. "Faster…and harder."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." His eyes glitter with intensity. "If this was our fifth time, I would turn you onto your back and ram you hard, my sweet baby. Listening to every single squeal and moan as I possessed your pussy and made you mine."
His.
I feel like I'm falling.
When I lean forward, his cock pulses inside me as I kiss a path to his ear.
It takes me a moment to speak, then I whisper, "I've always hated lying.
But we already lied to my work about you being my date.
Lied to my family about the engagement. Why can't we lie to ourselves and say this is our fifth time right now? "
I pull back to meet his gaze. He freezes, our bodies motionless. He raises his eyebrow. I nod.
Then I squeal as I'm flung into the air for a split second and he flips us over.
Oh my… I love the way he takes control of my body, spreading me wide, flinging my leg around his hip. I thought we were having sex before, but as his long, thick cock plunges into me from above, I realize I'd only been teasing the two of us.
Four deep, hard thrusts later, I understand the difference.
I had no idea this is what I've always needed: to be fucked by a man who looks at me like I'm a goddess. To feel possessed by him.
"Damn, gorgeous," Dylan mutters. "You feel that, don't you?"
I'm nodding, clutching his back as his massive frame dominates me completely.
"My sweet dream girl. So gentle. So delicate. So fucking perfect."
My heart is drumming so wildly I'm sure that he can hear it. I wonder if he notices my entire body is flushed with heat. Deep pleasure is already gathering low in my core, dousing me in curiosity about what will happen next.
We both zone out for several minutes, just taking in the incredible sensations of his swollen cock pounding my soaking pussy over and over. It's wild. Animalistic. I love every second of it.
Dylan's hand shifts, spreading my folds to find my clit. The pressure, lighter than his firm thrusts, is perfect. "How's that?"
I can't answer with words, only nods and breathy sighs.
"So soft, baby. I can feel your tight, wet pussy gripping my cock. Can feel how hard you wanna come for me."
Is he swelling even bigger inside me? It feels like it. Every thrust, every grinding motion, every flutter of his thumb against my clit, all work together to blanket me in pleasure.
That I notice a vein pulsing on the side of Dylan's strong neck. "Are you holding back for my sake?" I whisper.
"Of course. I can't come until you do."
It looks like it's hurting him to hold back. Like he is so ready to explode, but my needs come first. It's the sexiest thing I've ever known. "Dylan…" My breath is unsteady, sensation flooding through me as everything pulls inward.
He smiles, gripping my hip and fluttering his finger against my clit faster. "That's it. Fuck, you're so beautiful right now, Emma. I'm going to picture this moment forever."
Forever. With him.
Just the thought of it makes my teeth clench as I burn with desire, everything spilling over in wave after electrified wave.
His eyes darken, his breath rapid as he pounds harder and faster. "I can feel it, baby. Feel your hot, wet pussy squeezing my cock half to death. "Fuck, baby, yeah…"
The orgasm crashes through my entire body and soul, leaving me seeing spots of light behind my eyes. Blinking hard, I manage to focus just in time to see Dylan's expression shift, hear his gritty growl a moment before a burst of liquid warmth releases inside me.
Wow… It’s wildly sexy to feel his come spilling so deep. "Yeah…" I babble. "Yes…Dylan…"
I tug his shoulders, our lips meeting in a messy, frantic kiss. There's a roughness in it, as if he's trying to possess my mouth. Maybe all of me.
Dylan scoops my body against his, rolling us onto our sides. He pushes my hair out of my eyes, studying my face intently. "Please tell me I wasn't too rough."
My head shakes. "Not at all. It was amazing."
His eyes light up when he grins. As if he's proud of himself.
That falling sensation comes again. Am I brave enough to hope this fake relationship could turn real, or am I setting myself up for the disappointment of a lifetime?
Because I really am falling. In love. For this incredible man who looks at me with stars in his eyes.