His hand wraps around the root of his erection. “This.”
“In my mouth?” I whisper.
“Wherever the fuck you want it?”
I toss the bra over my head. It lands somewhere on the bed.
I edge my legs apart just enough that I can slide a hand over my core. “I think I want it right here.”
I gasp when he lunges at me.
He spins me around, dropping me onto my back on the bed.
His boxer briefs hit the floor in an instant.
He slides his big body over me. “Do you know how much I love you?”
I’ll never tire of hearing it from him. He tells me as often as he can. He whispers it in my ear just as I’m falling asleep at night. It’s the first thing I hear every morning.
I’m greeted with voicemail messages at work from Dylan telling me how the world brightened when I danced back into his life.
“Tell me.” I inch my hips up so I can feel his cock pressing into my core.
He slides the tip into me. It’s exquisite. The feeling of him bare when he enters me pulls a moan from my lips.
“I love you more than I thought it was possible,” he whispers against my lips.
Plunging himself deeper, I gasp. “Dylan.”
“I love you for every beautiful memory you’ve given me and all the promise that is ahead of us.”
I close my eyes because it’s so much. It’s all-consuming.
He thrusts over and over, pushing me closer to the edge.
“You, my beautiful Eden, are what my every dream is made of.”
I dig my fingernails into the skin of his shoulder. “I love you.”
“Forever.” He pumps harder and faster.
“Forever,” I repeat back, biting his lip.
Pleasure pulses through me as he works his cock in long strokes.
I cry out when the orgasm hits me. I cling to him, twisting beneath him as he fucks me through one climax and straight into another.
***
“I changed the locks today so Gunner can’t just show up whenever the hell he wants.” Dylan comes strolling into our living room dressed in a tailored black suit, a black shirt, and a blue tie.
He’s gorgeous.
I twirl in place. The black dress I’m wearing lifts up to reveal my thighs.
I was wearing this dress when we first saw each other at the club.
“Gunner loves you,” I pout. “That makes me kind of love him.”