He shrugged in answer. “Not a lifestyle for me, but it’s fun. Good when both people are in the mood.” He leaned back and studied his handiwork. Then he slid one finger over her pussy, through her sex, and dipped into her. “And you definitely are in the mood.”
She threw her head back and shuddered, closing her eyes as she tried to clench tight and hold him inside.
He chuckled and pulled out, leaving her empty.
“Tease.” She met his gaze and knew she was pouting, but she couldn’t help it.
“I’m trying.” He grinned and licked his finger, slick with her juices.
That was hot.
“Now. Let’s get to the good stuff,” he said.
“I’m waiting.” She parted her legs in invitation, exposing her freshly shaved sex to him completely. Her solo shower had served multiple purposes—unwinding alone and getting ready for him.
“I really want to devour you,” he said as he stared, his expression that of a man completely mesmerized. “But I don’t think I can hold out long enough to get inside you if I do.”
Either act would work for her, but his thick erection would satisfy her most, and she squirmed against the bed at the decadent thought. Her thighs clenched together but didn’t provide enough friction or alleviate the growing, aching pressure. An embarrassing whimper escaped from her throat.
He leaned close and brushed her hair off her cheek. His musky scent enveloped her, and she couldn’t wait until he pounded into her and she could bury her face in his neck and just inhale him while she came. “Oh God.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re okay, right?”
How he could be sweet and dominating at the same time was beyond her, but she loved it.
“I’m good.” Beyond good, really. She was so aroused she knew she’d come at the slightest touch.
She wanted to think about nothing but Dylan and the pleasure he could give.
“Hands and knees,” he said, startling her.
She blinked. “I thought…”
He raised an eyebrow. “What? That you’d put your arms over your head and I’d fuck you missionary style?”
His question didn’t really need an answer. That was exactly what she’d thought, and they both knew it.
“Well, I’d rather you feel me everywhere,” he said, his voice hitting a deep octave. He patted the bed. “Hands. And. Knees.”
Her breath hitched, and though she was nervous, she repositioned herself as he demanded. With her bound hands in front of her, she rose to her knees, her forearms and elbows taking most of her weight.
He placed a pillow beneath her stomach, raising her lower body a bit more. Silence followed, and she imagined him behind her, studying her, and stifled an embarrassed sound.
“You are fucking gorgeous.”
She blushed and dipped her head, not knowing which part of her he was referring to.
He slid his palms over the globes of her ass, down her thighs, and back up again before cupping her sex in his big, warm hand. She moaned and arched her back, her pussy clenching and unclenching in needy pulses that wouldn’t be denied.
The sound of foil ripping was an aphrodisiac to her already sensitized body, and she laid her cheek against the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm.” She lifted her head and braced herself.
His arm wrapped around her waist as his cock pressed into her slick opening. He entered her slowly, her wet body accepting him easily, inch by gradual inch. It wasn’t enough, and she arched back at the same moment he thrust forward, locking their bodies together deeper than ever before.
“Oh God.” She groaned and dropped her head onto her hands.