It was strange how that admission lifted my spirits. He was masturbating to me. “Really?”
“Really.”
“You can have the real thing, but you’re turning it down?”
“I’m a fucking moron. The thing is Tessa, I don’t want to ruin this for you, although I know I already have. I don’t want to ruin what we have … our friendship, or your relationship with Maisie … and I hope to hell I haven’t ruined that already.”
“Dylan, I’m not asking for commitments or something you’ve already said you can’t give. I’m not even asking for more than right now. I’m not a virgin because I’m saving myself. I’m a virgin because I haven’t met anyone that I trusted and desired enough to turn in my V-card with.” I supposed to a certain extent that wasn’t completely true. Although I did accept that Dylan wouldn’t ever want to have a relationship beyond friendship with me, that didn’t mean I didn’t have feelings for him, or wish he’d allow me care for him. I didn’t want just one night, but if that was all he could give, I’d take it.
“Why me?”
I gave him a sheepish smile. “The pecs?”
He laughed.
I turned more serious. “You have a great body, Dylan, but it’s your kindness I like. You don’t know how hot an attentive dad who dotes on his daughter is.”
“So, not the pecs.”
“It’s the whole package.” I wanted to tell him he sold himself short if he thought he wasn’t worthy, but I didn’t think he’d hear it. “And, at least now, I’ve seen it all. I’ll be able to imagine the real deal when I’m alone at night … you know.”
A flash of heat crackled in his eyes. “What do you think about when you touch yourself, Tessa?”
My cheeks heated. It was so odd that he was laying over me naked, saying he wasn’t going to take my V-card, and yet was asking me how I got off.
“You. What do you think about?”
His gaze drifted to my lips. “You sucking my dick.”
My pussy, which had gone quiet when he put the brakes on, flared to life.
“Me taking you from behind. You riding me. There’s no limit to my imagination when it comes to jerking off with you in mind.”
I swallowed. “Do you think now you’ll have new ideas?”
“Now I know for sure you have perfect tits. I’ll imagine fucking them.”
I gasped as a new flood of arousal swept through me. I looked up into his eyes, wondering why he couldn’t just let himself have me for real.
He cocked his head. “I don’t want to imagine, Tessa.” His voice was soft as he shifted his hips and his dick found my entrance. “God help me, I want the real thing. I want you.”
I put my hands on his hips, holding him in place. “I’m right here, Dylan.”
He lowered his head and kissed me. It was sweet and tender at first, but quickly heated up as he pressed the head of his dick inside me again. I arched, wanting him to fill me. No more teasing; I wanted it all.
He tore his mouth away and looked down on me. “This might hurt.”
Not any more than the humiliation of him stopping. “I want this.”
He nodded and then dropped his head looking down at our joined bodies as he withdrew a little bit. Then he looked into my eyes again.
“Tell me again … tell me to fuck you.”
It was odd to hear clean-mouthed dad Dylan use the f-word and talk dirty, but it was a turn on too.
“Fuck me, Dyl—”
He thrust in, blasting past my barrier.