Chapter 32 Cecily
Cecily
Dylan’s confession soars through my body and lands in the middle of my stomach, sinking lower and lower with each kiss.
He’s kissing me so sweetly across my kitchen counter, but I’m getting beyond dizzy.
My body is tingling in all the best ways.
I lean back and lick my lips. I take another bite of my strawberry while staring at him.
“Bedroom or the couch,” I ask.
He smiles that gleaming bright smile at me, and I can’t help myself. I pull his lips back to mine. I need more. I want to crawl inside his shirt and stay there for as long as he’d let me.
His tongue flicks mine, and then he pulls away. He grabs the cup of water and chugs it.
“I need a bath.”
I chuckle. “A bath?” I grab his shoulders and say, “I think you’re a little too big for a bath, smut.”
He rolls his shoulders and stretches his neck. “I went too hard at the gym, and hockey has been kicking my ass. The game was intense.”
I nod. “Okay, ice plunge bath it is.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “No. A hot bath. With you… naked…”
I narrow my eyes at him. “We’re definitely not going to fit––”
“If you’re a good girl and listen to me, maybe I’ll give you a treat.”
“A treat?” I ask.
“They’re in my truck. I owe you a Snickers and Skittles, don’t I?”
I put my hand over his face as my body comes alive at the thought. His eyes are bright, and I’m already visualizing what he’s going to do to me. “Okay, okay. I’ll make the bath, and you grab the candy.”
I start walking backwards, and the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.
If I’m a good girl…
The tone in his voice keeps ringing in my head. The look on his face makes me throb all over.
I run the bath scalding hot, adding in essential oils. I add Epsom salt, light a few candles, and wait until the tub fills. I can’t imagine Dylan’s six-foot-three inches in this tub, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Dylan walks into the front door and kisses the top of my head, leaning down to kiss my ear.
He whispers, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I mutter.
He holds me from behind and whispers, “I just want to say thank you.”
My ear’s ticklish, so I squeeze his face between my head and my shoulder.
“For what?” I ask, reaching around his neck and caressing him.
He continues, “I was an idiot, and if you didn’t…”
I lean my head back, and he kisses me upside down. He hums into my mouth, running his hand down my body. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Moo,” he murmurs.
I giggle, feeling lightheaded. I sit up, and he picks me up into his arms.
“Did you start the bath?”
I nod. “Did you find the goods?”
“Feel my pockets.”
I reach down and feel his hard dick between his legs. He sets me on my feet, and I rub his cock, kissing him until he’s leaning against the bathroom door.
He grabs a bag of Skittles, rips it open, and pours some onto his hand. I grab his hand and shove them into my mouth. I hoard them in my cheek and smile.
He kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Starbursts, strawberries, and Skittles?”
“Lucky you.”
His kiss deepens like he’s trying to eat me alive. My body hums as he runs his hands over me. I pull away and say, “Get in the bath. I need to see this.”
He tugs off his clothes. I watch his sexy, muscular ass flex as he steps in. He gently sits down and says, “Are you joining?”
I tease, “I won’t fit.”
He lies down, letting his knees bend out of the water. He closes his eyes and says, “I pushed too hard today.”
I run my fingers through his mullet, wondering what he’d look like without it. I sit next to him, and my eyes scan his body. His dick’s still hard.
“Now that you’re my girl, I’ll cut the mullet.” He rolls his head to look at me.
I smile. “But I like it.”
“That’s why I kept it, but it’s time to cut it. A bunch of us lost a bet, and we kept it long enough.”
“Yeah, but it’s a hot mullet. It’s not bad.”
He laughs. “It needs a trim.”
His eyes search mine. Without hesitation, he reaches over and puts a wet palm on the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss.
We start making out. His warm lips feel soft against mine. I dance my tongue on his.
His dick springs out of the surface of the water.
And then somehow the tub is draining, and I’m naked under the shower head. He’s on his knees, kissing my clit over and over. I run my hands through his hair.
And then I’m on my knees, sucking him down my throat while my eyes water.
Then I’m bending over, and he’s fucking me without a condom.
“This is so naughty,” I moan, loving the feel of him. I clench as he thrusts into me over and over again.
“I won’t come in you,” he says. “I’ll pull out.”
“I’m on birth control.”
He grabs my neck and kisses my lips. “Are you saying I can come inside of you?”
I nod.
He grips onto my shoulders and warns, “Ce.”
“Dylan,” I mutter.
He keeps his fast pace and groans, “I love you, Ce.”
My hands ball into a fist. He grabs it, slowing his pace.
And then he pulls out and drops to his knees.
He licks my pussy, making me cry against the wall.
He pushes his tongue inside of me, and then he licks my clit over and over.
He spreads my ass cheeks, pressing harder.
He groans under the shower spray, fingering me.
“Did you come?” I whimper.
“Not yet, baby. I need you to come for me first.”
I nod. “Don’t stop.”
When his warm mouth lands on me again, I jerk.
I close my eyes, imagining his smile. The way he told me he loves me.
I feel hot all over, so I turn the water to cold.
He curls his fingers, and my entire body comes undone.
He just reached me, fully and completely—mind, body, and soul.
Every piece of me belongs to him, to his gracious mouth.
I moan like I’m crying. The hot water turns cold, and I’m on cloud nine, feeling a thousand times lighter. He keeps it going, not stopping, dragging out my orgasm until my entire vision is white. I throw my head back and let the water stream down my body.
“Oh, God, Dylan.” I run my hands through his hair.
He smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I squeal when he turns me around and enters me again. My swollen pussy needs this. I need him inside me.
“Dylan,” I cry out, holding onto his wrist tightly.
He leans in and says, “Can you come again? I want you to come again.”
He pounds into me, and my white stars turn my vision completely white. I’ve never known such pleasure. My toes curl as he hits a sensitive spot over and over. He rubs my clit with his fingers, and I’m crying out for him. I wrap my hands around his neck as he kisses me.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Oh, fuuuuuck.”
He whispers, “I love you so much, Cecily. I’m going to come. I’m going to––”
Warmth blooms inside of me, and the thought of him coming sends me over an edge I didn’t know existed. I scream as another orgasm rips through my body.
“Oh, fuck, Ce,” he moans, sliding in and out slowly. “Holy fuck. You’re clenching me so good right now. Do you feel that?”
I nod, feeling my uterus tightening. Everything in my pelvis feels tense.
“Holy shit, Ce. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He runs his hands up and down my body. I feel the semen slipping down our legs, but I don’t care. Feeling him enjoy my body is everything to me right now.
As soon as the orgasm ends, my body relaxes.
He pulls out and kisses my shoulder. Then he’s lathering shampoo in his hands and washing my hair for me.
He uses his fingers to massage my scalp.
I lean into his body and close my eyes. He pumps shampoo into his hand again and washes his hair.
I watch as he quickly rinses out, his abs flexing beneath the stream.
He places me under the stream and rinses my hair now. Then he reaches for the conditioner. I let him rub it into my hair, and then he washes my body.
“That was so hot,” he says after I’m all done. “Get comfy. Let’s watch a movie together.”
I smile, feeling butterflies tickle my stomach.
I step out and close the bathroom door behind me.
I walk into my bedroom feeling giddy. When I see myself in my vanity mirror, my face is flushed like a lovesick puppy.
I smile at myself, feeling so happy to have Dylan.
I stare at myself, wondering if he’s my first true love.
Sure, there was Dane, but he doesn’t compare to what I feel for Dylan—my stomach flutters.
Obsessed, infatuated, in love. His words repeat in my head, and it dawns on me that I feel the same way.
I throw on my favorite silk pajama set and sit at my vanity. I turn on my Dyson Airwrap, part my hair into sections, and begin styling.
When Dylan walks in, he’s fully clothed. He kisses my cheek and then falls on my bed. He wears a half smile as he stares at my ceiling. I tend to another strand of my hair, then look at him again. He’s smiling at me as he leans onto his elbows.
“What am I going to do with you, Moo?” he asks like he already knows the answer.
I focus back on my hair, grabbing another section.
He walks up and whispers, “I can think of so many things.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
He nods, looking at me in the mirror. “You need to come to my games.”
“I will.”
He kisses me. “You can even watch me practice.”
“Okay.”
My hair doesn’t take much longer. Dylan’s on the couch with the candy and strawberries, with two fresh glasses of water. He’s scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. I sit on the couch next to him, snuggle under his arm when he starts Stranger Things.
“I haven’t seen this.”
“Neither have I.”
“We’ll be each other’s firsts,” I joke.
He pulls me in. “I’ve never told a girl I’ve loved her before.”
“I’ve never told a boy that either.”
He looks down at me and smiles. “I love you.”
I hug him tighter. “I love you too.”