Dylan’s hands moved up her sides, taking the bottom of her shirt with them. Bonnie let out a soft moan the instant his fingers grazed her nipples. The sound made him so hard he nearly moaned himself.
Bonnie broke the kiss and sat up on Dylan’s lap. He was still holding her shirt up, and her perfect breasts were exposed to him. She lifted her hands in the air, a smile on her face as if to give him permission to undress her. So he sat up and pulled her T-shirt off. As soon as he tossed it to the ground, he leaned in toward her chest and immediately began to pleasure her nipples with his mouth.
He couldn’t get enough. The more he kissed her, the more he needed to kiss her. The more he touched her, the more he wanted to touch her. He breathed her soft scent in and pulled her close. The low sound of Bonnie’s moans drove him wild.
He brought his gaze up and locked eyes with her. Before he could utter a sound, she leaned in and kissed him once again. It wasn’t gentle, but instead full of such ferocious need that she pushed him back into the bed.
She rocked against his growing hardness, her head rolling back as she found pleasure from him, even though they were still clothed. He reached up, brushing a knuckle over the skin just under the swell of her breast. His finger traced southern, pausing to dance around her bellybutton.
She looked down, and her lower lip went between her teeth as he kept going lower. He slid his hand into the waistband of the pajama pants and found she wasn’t wearing panties.
His eyes went to her, and she winked, giving him a sexy little shrug. It was a smile that promised all sorts of naughty pleasures.
His fingers searched for her pleasure spot, and he loved the way she gasped and arched her back as he found it. It was then that he flipped her onto the bed, her excited body giving him no resistance. He pulled off her pants, leaving her completely naked before him.
It was a feast of beauty, and his breath caught.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it to the floor before pressing his fingers into her again. He held her hip with one hand as he dragged his thumb over her. She panted with every brush, her eyes glassy with desire as he slowly tortured her with pleasure.
“Dylan,” she gasped, her fingers digging into the bed-sheets. “Please...”
Slowly, he slid a finger into her, followed by another. It was her undoing. She cried out, her back arching and the most beautiful expression of release filling her face as she bucked and writhed against his hand.
He nearly came just watching her. It was possibly the most erotic thing he’d ever seen to watch her come undone at his touch. To know that he had given her that pleasure. He kept the gentle touch of his thumb against her, keeping her lost to ecstasy for as long as possible.
Slowly, she came back to earth. His angle came back to him, her pupils blown and her mouth open as she sat up.
“I need you,” she whispered. “I need more.”
Her voice was husky with her orgasm. He vibrated with tension and knew he wouldn’t last long if he didn’t’ have her as soon as physically possible.
He stood from the bed and pulled off his pants as he walked to the nightstand and removed a condom. His fingers were clumsy with the speed he wanted to get the condom on, but he managed to get it.
He straddled his beautiful creature on the bed. She looked up at him with dark eyes full of want for him.
“Please, Dylan...” Her breath came in small pants. “Don’t make me wait.”
So, he didn’t.
He slid in deep and hard, feeling her heat and wetness take over him. His mouth found hers as he thrust deep again, her moans joining his. She threaded her hand through his dark hair, tugging him into her as she writhed her hips to give him better access to her.
He leaned back, putting both hands on her hips and thrusting home. The new angle was so deep, he nearly lost himself on the first thrust. She cried out, her hands grasping the sheets in a desperate attempt to control the pleasure coursing through her.
So deep, he pressed and heard a groan from deep inside of him. Release pulled at him, begging him to lose himself in this beautiful woman. He wanted to wait, to explore her further. He wanted to send her to pleasure a thousand times.
“Dylan, I need you,” she whispered. Her eyes met his. “Make me yours.”
Her words pushed him over the edge. He wanted her. Needed her. Desired her. He was as much hers, and she was his. His body claimed hers anyway.
Color exploded and sound faded. Everything but the sweet touch of her skin, the curve of her breast, and the smile on her face was lost to him. She was his everything. She was his.
He collapsed into her, pressing his forehead into the curve of her shoulder. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her. He never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay just like this forever. It would be heaven.
Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, and she released her death grip on him. He rolled to the side, and she cuddled into him. He loved the way she seemed to fit in the nook of his shoulder like she was built specifically for that spot.
“I think this was the best dinner of my life,” she murmured. “And it had nothing to do with Chef’s food.”
He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “I agree.”