Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
When I open the door to the lighthouse, I don’t even call out for him.
Instead, I take the stairs two at a time until I’m on the second level and find him.
He’s sitting at his desk, hair up in a bun and his head down, working on something.
I run up behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, embracing him in a hug.
I take in the scent of his Irish Spring soap and the aroma of coffee—always with a hint of pumpkin now.
I spot the chipped red mug on the desk, almost empty.
He sighs and closes his notebook, turning to face me.
“Luce,” he says as a grin pulls at the sides of his mouth. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, Dylan.” I breathe him in. “So much.”
He pulls me in so our lips meet and kisses me.
It’s not hot and heavy, but tender and soft.
Like he’s been longing to do this all week, and now that he has the chance, he wants to savour it.
I taste the coffee on his tongue and feel a tear roll down my cheek as we keep our lips locked.
He catches it with his thumb and wipes it away, turning his chair and pulling me onto his lap.
I wrap my legs around him and hold him tight as we keep kissing, while the setting sun casts an orange light over us through one of the windows.
We break apart, but I stay in his arms and take in the sight of him. His emerald-green eyes are the same colour as the blooming leaves in early spring, except being this close to him, I notice flecks of gold mixed around the green. I also catch a tiny scar below his lip and swipe my finger over it.
“First time shaving,” he laughs as his eyes dart over to my finger and then back up to me. I stretch out my left leg and pull up my jeans a bit to show my ankle, where a similar scar is present beside my inside ankle bone.
“Twins,” I joke as his hand comes over to hold my ankle, and he rubs his thumb over the raised white skin.
“I love you, Lucy Brooks.” He places his forefinger and thumb on my chin and tilts my head down closer to him. I bite my lip as a smile breaks out on my face.
“I love you too, Dylan Hart.” Then I lean in and kiss him again, this time with more fire than before.
I pull myself even closer to him so my chest is pressed against his, and I wrap my arms around his back once more.
His tongue makes its way into my parted mouth and dances with mine.
I suck in a breath as he kisses my collarbone.
Then my cream-coloured cardigan falls down to the floor as I lower my shoulders, leaving only an olive-green tank top.
His lips move from my collarbone to the centre of my chest. I tip my head back, revelling in the feel of his lips on my skin.
It’s a sensation I could never get sick of.
His mouth then makes its way down my chest until he gets to my breasts, my nipples hard and showing through the buttery fabric of my shirt.
It’s one of those tank tops that I can wear without a bra, and Dylan is now realizing that as his mouth presses over my nipple through the fabric and pinches it with his teeth.
I squirm on top of him, heat making its way through my entire body as I crave even more from him. He moves on to my other breast and pinches it with his teeth, before palming them over my shirt, and I whimper.
“I really missed you, Luce,” he says as his finger slips under the strap on my shoulder, pulling it lower and lower until my arm slips out.
Then he moves on to the next strap, doing the same thing.
Once both straps are off and my breasts spill out, his eyes rake down my chest, and he leans in to take my nipple in his mouth.
He swirls his tongue around the sensitive peak and bites down with his teeth as I cry out.
My hands are on the back of his head as my body grinds against him over our clothes.
He takes my other breast in his hand and rolls my nipple with his thumb and finger.
“That’s my girl. Ride me. Take what you need. ”
I keep moving my hips against him, feeling his bulge grow bigger and bigger beneath me.
He has a hand on my breast while the other is grabbing my ass, helping me grind on top of him.
My face is flushed, and his eyes are full of want as he leans in and kisses me.
I bite his bottom lip, and he groans. Suddenly, he stands up, holding me like I’m as light as air, as he moves toward the wall beside us and pushes me up against it.
“Oh,” I murmur as my back touches the cold concrete behind me. He swipes his tongue over my nipples, up my neck, and then finds my lips, tracing them slowly before kissing me once more.
I know nothing is getting solved right now, but this is the most beautiful distraction, and I want him so badly. “Please, Dylan, fuck me,” I beg as I pull away from his mouth and run my tongue along my bottom lip.
Hands on my ass, he moves us from the wall and lays me down on the couch.
“Take off your pants,” he orders as he does the same with his T-shirt and unzips his jeans, lowering them to the floor.
His boxers come next, and then he’s standing up, fully naked, strong and sturdy with his length out and throbbing.
He looks dishevelled as he strokes himself while he watches me undress below him.
Slowly, I unzip my pants and arch my back as I slip my jeans down and off, followed by my tank top, which hangs around my stomach.
Then, looking up at him, I bite my lip as I play with my nipples and run my hand across my black lace underwear.
His jaw ticks as he watches me, his strokes getting rougher and rougher.
His breathing is more uneven, while his eyes lock in on me as I skim the waistband of my panties.
“Touch yourself, Lucy,” he rasps. “Show me what you like.”
Loving the way his commanding voice sounds, I slip my hand under the lace and find my slick entrance. “You already know what I like,” I say in a low voice as I start to rub my clit, moaning from the pleasure it brings.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Rubbing my clit,” I sigh. “In slow circles, like you do.”
“Yeah,” he grunts as he keeps his grip on himself, stroking as he talks. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” I whisper as I close my eyes. I pick up the pace, just a bit, already dizzy from the pleasure my hand is bringing. “Really good.”
“Put your finger in,” he instructs. “And tell me how wet you feel.”
I stop rubbing my clit and run my finger along my entrance. Then I push it deep inside, and a whimper escapes as I curl it up just like he does.
“Oh,” I moan. “Really wet,” I say as I move it in and out. I spread my legs on the couch to give myself more room and bring a hand up to my breast to massage it. “It feels good, Dylan.”
“Fuck, Luce,” he growls as he sucks in a breath, watching me touch myself on the couch.
I shut my eyes again and listen as he gets down on his knees.
I open them slightly, just as he grabs my hips and swings them toward him, pulling me over to the edge of the couch.
He brings his mouth down over the lace and kisses me. “You’re soaked.”
His teeth bite the top of my underwear, and he pulls it down.
I bring my legs together and help him shimmy it off.
Once I’m naked in front of him, he runs his hands from my waist down to my hips.
“Spread your legs. I need to taste your pussy.” I comply, and he finds my entrance as he swipes his tongue over it, groaning as he does. “You’re so sweet.”
He sucks at my clit, and my pulse quickens as the heat pools lower in my belly, growing with each lick.
He pushes a finger inside me as he starts to pump in and out while his tongue stays glued to my sensitive spot.
My body writhes, and he holds me down with one hand.
He removes his tongue and lifts his head to look up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“I’m going to take my finger out now.” I whimper from the empty feeling I’m suddenly left with.
I’m right on the edge of bursting, and he knows it.
Then that devilish smirk comes back, and he grins at me, flashing those sexy, sharp canines my way.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue instead.
I want to taste you while you come in my mouth. ”
I nod and lay my head back as his tongue pushes inside me while his thumb rubs circles over my clit.
The pressure builds and builds, and finally, it takes over.
I scream out as I writhe and finish, his tongue lapping up every drop, humming while he does.
I lie back as my breathing slows, and he gives me one more swipe of his tongue before coming up and crawling over to me, that smirk permanently stuck on his face.
“That felt amazing,” I say, and he leans over me, placing a hand on the couch beside me, and kisses me.
I taste myself in his kiss and take his cock in my hand, gripping it and moving up and down his hard length.
“I need you,” I whisper as I keep stroking.
His face hardens, and then he shifts so he’s in a seated position, and I move to sit on top of him.
Lowering down, I moan as the tip of him slips inside.
I take my time, savouring every inch of him as he fills me up.
He bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at me greedily, watching my body move lower to take all of him.
I can feel myself clenching as he stretches me.
His fingers trace the skin on my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
When I finally sink all the way down on his cock, he grunts and grabs my hips, coaxing me to move them forward and back, riding him while he pushes up into me.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight.” He leans in and kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his neck as I keep grinding into him. Pleasure starts to build once more in my low belly, and I can feel myself getting close.
“Touch me,” I plead, and he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing those small circles that I love so much.
My vision goes as the orgasm rolls through me, and I cry out his name again as I come even harder than before.
He follows my lead and finishes right after me, his breathing ragged as his lower body jerks and fills me with his cum.
We’re both panting and sweating, holding on to each other as we try to come down from the high of what we just felt. He presses his lips to my bare shoulder, and I rest my head in the crook of his neck. A place I fit so perfectly. Like a puzzle piece.
Everything I wanted to talk to him about fades temporarily, and I bask in the moment we have together.
After a while, he picks me up and carries me upstairs into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower for us.
We end the night washing each other clean before climbing into bed, still naked, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
Tomorrow is another day, I think as I drift off to sleep, lulled by the sound of his beating heart beside me.
We can deal with the future then.