His hands and mouth made their way to my breasts, and I gasped at the pleasure that speared straight to my pussy as he sucked and pinched.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my skin as he made his way lower, over my belly. “Open for me, baby.”
I widened my legs, trying not to feel embarrassed that I was exposing my wet pussy to him.
He settled his shoulders between my thighs as his eyes drank in my pussy. He looked up with a wicked smile. “You’re so wet. Tell me that’s for me.”
“It’s for you,” I managed.
“Hold on, baby, because I’m going to make you scream with pleasure.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant literally or not, but just in case, my hands fisted in the sheets, as his slid under my backside, and his lips gently sucked the skin of my inner thigh.
“Dylan,” I moaned, needing him to stop teasing me.
“Keep doing that. Keep saying my name.” His tongue pressed against my pussy, taking a long slow drag through my folds then swirling around my clit.
I cried out and my body arched off the bed as delicious sensation coursed through my body. I released the bedsheet and reached for him.
“I want to feel you,” I said as my hands found his shirt.
“This is about you, baby.”
“Please.”
He moved quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt as he pulled it open. He hadn’t completely redone his pants from before, so he was able to strip them off. Then he settled between my thighs again.
“Yes,” I sighed as his warm skin brushed against mine and his mouth was on me again.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” His fingers opened my pussy lips and his tongue thrust inside me.
“Oh God!” My hips lifted off the bed again. They gyrated as his mouth devoured me. My pussy was throbbing. My body was on fire.
He groaned, and the vibration of it against my pussy sent a whole new level of torturous pleasure through my body.
“Oh God, don’t stop … don’t stop …” I was writhing as his tongue licked and thrust inside me and then he sucked on my clit.
“Give me your pussy juice, Tessa.” His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as his finger thrust inside me.
My body instantly went taut as I reached the pinnacle and then shot off into the stratosphere. “Dylan!” My hips rocked against his mouth as sweet pleasure flooded my body. His mouth sucked and licked as his finger fucked me and it was amazing.
When it was done, I felt like my bones had liquified.
“I’ve got to fuck you, Tessa … I’m dying here.” He moved up my body and gripped my hips. “Please, tell me I can have you.”
“Yes.” It felt like a dream come true to hear the desperate need in his voice.
“I’m sorry baby, this might hurt.”
My hands gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me.”
He growled and thrust, filling me in an instant. I cried out and arched again, not in pain, but at the thrill of feeling him inside me.
“I’m sorry … I can’t wait,” he said, pushing up on his hands. His hips began to pump, hard and fast, and it was so good. So good. Immediately, my body responded. Pleasure built again, each slide of his dick inside me pushing me up and up.
He was panting, his hips crashing into me, physically moving me on the bed. I put my hands on the headboard to hold me in place.
“Fuck, I’m coming …” He plunged in, his hips grinding against mine, hitting my clit and sending me off into oblivion again. “God, yes … come on me.” He withdrew and thrust in again. Warmth filled my pussy. I held on to him. I had no idea what would happen when we came out of this sexual high, so right now I’d hold on to the perfection of this man inside me, our bodies moving in sync as one.
16
Dylan
I really was trying to do the right thing. Tessa deserved a better man than me, that I knew for sure. But it killed me to think that she internalized my trying to do right by her as rejection. That I thought there was something wrong with her. When I went to the bedroom to talk to her, I had no intention of fucking her, at least not with my dick. It wasn’t about me getting off. It was about showing her how amazing I thought she was. How beautiful and sexy I found her. I wanted to give her pleasure to stop her pain.
Her responsiveness to my touch drove me wild. The way she arched and moved to my mouth devouring her pussy made me so hard, it was a wonder I didn’t come just from that. When her pussy juice flooded my mouth, I went crazy with need. I had to get inside that sweet, hot, wet pussy or I would die.
I shot my load deep inside her like a teenage boy having his first fuck. I was mad with it. But more than the primal instinct to mate was the soul-deep need to make her mine. As I came down from sexual high, the intensity of that need scared the shit out of me, even as it lingered and urged me to not to ignore it. I’d never felt that before. I’d loved Veronica, there was no doubt about it, but I hadn’t felt this connection to her that I seemed to have for Tessa. It was like my soul was drawn to her.
I caught my breath and looked down on her, hoping to hell I hadn’t hurt or scared her. She didn’t look blissed out like she had the first time, but it wasn’t hurt or fear I saw on her face either. It was anticipation. Like she was waiting to see how I was going to respond. I couldn’t blame her, as the last time I’d withdrawn from her physically and emotionally before my dick had even finished pulsing inside her.
I settled beside her, pulling her to me
