An Endless Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 3)

He kissed downward toward her shoulder. Bonnie wanted him to go further, though. She wanted him to kiss her all over and was done wearing these over-sized clothes anyway.

“Take my shirt off,” she said.

It was supposed to come out sounding like a suggestion but ended up coming out more like a demand. Dylan sat up again and carefully peeled her t-shirt upward, exposing her belly. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him as if to subliminally tell him to keep going.

He didn’t stop there. He continued pushing up her shirt until it slid over her breasts, exposing them to the air.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, as he looked Bonnie up and down. An aching hunger flashed in his eyes. She knew her own mirrored his.

Dylan had her shirt bunched up at the top of her chest. She finished what he had started, grabbing the t-shirt and quickly pulling it over her head. She tossed it to the side.

Now they were both topless. The kisses were better now that there was no cloth between them. Their flesh was pressed against each other. Her chest was touching his, and she could feel her nipples growing firm.

Dylan felt it too, his hands holding on harder. She could feel him harden against her, pressing against her hips. She wanted more. She wanted all of him.

“Yes,” she whispered, breaking the kiss. “Take me, Dylan.”

The words just tumbled out of her mouth without much thought. It was almost as though the filter part of her brain had taken a vacation and the only part of it that was still working was the instinctual, carnal part.

Dylan brought his lips to the front of her neck. He kissed each inch as he moved his face downward, between her cleavage. She glanced down, watching as he moved a bit to the right. Without any hesitation, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, sending another burst of pleasure into her.

He let out a soft growl and then began to quickly move his tongue up and down, flicking it against her sensitive nipple. Waves of sensation washed over her, causing her jaw to clench and her back to arch. It felt so good being touched by him. If she had any cares left in her mind at that point, they were now long gone, washed down the gutters along with the rain.

Dylan slowly pulled back. Her nipple popped out of his mouth, making a wet kissing sound as it did. He immediately moved his face over, giving equal pleasure to her other breast.

She was breathing harder than before, her chest pressing into Dylan’s face with each inhale. The aching desire between her legs had no become a throbbing desperation. She wanted to have him inside of her so badly. Her body begged for it.

Without even realizing what she was doing, she gently pressed onto the top of Dylan’s head, urging him to move his face down along her body. He didn’t resist at all. He pulled away from her other nipple, then brought his lips to the center of her chest. He then went straight down, kissing a line toward her belly button. When he got there, he glanced up at Bonnie with dark eyes of desire.

His pupils were dilated, and the expression on his face told her how turned on he was. It seemed like he was ready to rip her pants off right there. Which she would have been fine with.

They locked eyes for just a moment, then Dylan continued kissing downward. He stopped when he got to the elastic waist strap of her pajama pants and looked up. He waited for her nod to continue.

Dylan pulled downward on the elastic strap, taking everything off. He peeled the clothing until it was wrapped around her knees. He gazed at her naked body and shook his head in awe. He didn’t say anything, though. He just admired her. She felt beautiful under his gaze.

He lifted her legs up and slipped her clothing off, tossing it to the side with their shirts.

He kissed the inside of her ankle, then slid his lips a little ways up her calf. He turned his head, bringing his mouth to her other leg. Back and forth he switched off, kissing the inner part of her leg and moving upwards with each movement. He passed her knees, then a moment later, was midway up the inside of her thighs.

She could hear her heart beating now. It made a whooshing sound, as blood pumped past her eardrums. She was so turned on already that it felt like she could explode.

Dylan took his time, kissing her legs all the way. He moved carefully, as though he was afraid he’d miss touching a single spot. She loved it, though. She loved the way he seemed to cherish her.

By the time he got to the upper part of her thigh, she was squirming on the bed. All she wanted was for him to kiss her most sensitive area.

“You’re killing me,” she said, with a groan. Her back arched, barely able to breathe with the sheer weight of desire pressing down on her.

He glanced up at her

and smirked, then immediately dropped his face down between her legs. He gave her exactly what she wanted.

Dylan darted his tongue out and tasted her. A burst of pleasure shuttered through her body. She leaned her head back, gripping the blanket beneath her. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure he gave.

He started slow, his hands holding her thighs as he sent wave after wave of pleasure directly into her core. He moved his tongue and teeth, finding new ways to make her cry out in ecstasy with every lick, suck, and nibble.

Her eyes rolled up to the heavens, and her back continued to arch. She reveled in the sensations, letting her body relax into him and accept the pleasure he offered.

He brought her to the tipping point. Her mind lost its hold on reality as she fell over into dizzy sweetness. Delicious oblivion swallowed her, and she cried out his name.