"I wanted to wait longer until you were fully recovered, but I don't think I'm strong enough to wait anymore," he said.
His words were cryptic. "Wait for what?" she prompted.
"To do this." His lips descended on hers in a crush. As gentle as he'd been with her before, this kiss was the opposite. Hard. Demanding. Possessive.
Dylan's tongue commanded entry, pressing into her mouth just as his erection ground against her through his thin underwear. He'd started rocking his body forward and back, emulating what she was sure he wanted to do once they lost their clothes. The friction of their bodies rubbing together mixed with the naughty kiss they shared, filling the space with the aroma of sexual need.
Sheer bliss. That was how it felt as she turned her body over to the man above her. She wanted to protest when he broke the kiss, but realized it was only so he could pull the pajama top she had been wearing over her head, throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly.
Instead of returning his mouth to her own, Dylan lunged forward to take her nipple between his lips. Hannah arched her back as waves of desire poured through her body. He'd moved to his knees, straddling her hips, his shaft jutting out against her tummy as his mouth claimed one nipple and his calloused hand claimed the other. The nip of his fingers lightly pinching her right tit shot a wave of unadulterated need through her clit. She wanted him. Badly.
"Oh God, Dylan, that feels so good. Don't stop."
And he didn't. He used his talents to bring her to the brink of coming several times, only to back off. Hannah got more frustrated with each passing moment. She felt like she was being driven towards something just out of reach.
"Stop teasing me. I want you." Oh God, she'd been turned into a needy slut. She hoped he wouldn't think badly of her.
Her doubts disappeared quickly. "Christ, I need to be inside you, baby."
"Yes! Please!" Her hands had moved to the waistband of his briefs, leveraging to pull them down to free the glorious cock she'd felt pressing against her.
The air of the room chilled her when he rolled off her long enough to divest himself of his underwear. He moved back on his knees, this time between her creamy thighs, which were already spread wide for him. His grey eyes devoured her pussy and his fingers reached out to glide through her wet folds, ending at the bundle of nerves of her clit.
Hannah bucked her ass off the bed as his fingers brushed her sensitive nub. He took advantage of her excitement by shoving two thick fingers deep into her pussy, curling them expertly until the digits made contact with her G-spot. His thumb clamped down on her clit, providing friction exactly where she needed it the most. An orgasm was on her in a heartbeat.
Dylan wasn't happy stopping there. He continued to stroke his fingers through her folds, in and out, playing her body expertly until she screamed out her next release.
"That's it, baby. Come for me again."
Never in her life would Hannah have thought she'd be unhappy with two orgasms delivered by an attentive lover. But in that moment, she wanted him to fill her. His fingers weren't enough. She still felt empty, and only his manhood could complete her.
She watched as he used his left hand to stroke his growing erection. Pre-cum glistened at the tip and she longed to lick it off, but he instead moved the hard length lower, until that wet tip merged with her own slick folds. Dylan playfully slid his cock up and down her pussy, careful to brush her sensitive clit often, driving her sexual need higher.
She tried to lift her hips to take him inside her, but he was too heavy. Why was he slowing down when all she wanted was to go faster? She looked up into his grey eyes and saw raw desire staring back at her. He reached for her hands, entwining his fingers with hers, pulling her hands above her head, and laying her out vulnerably before him.
He held her there for so long she worried he'd changed his mind. Hannah clenched her empty pussy, wanting to take him inside her. What was he waiting for?
"Dylan?"
"You're sure? I don't want to—"
"Take me. Please," she pleaded.
He squeezed her hands in his and lunged forward, filling her in one, virile thrust. She expected it… even wanted it, yet he touched so deep it took her breath away. He blurred before her as tears filled her eyes.
Ever so slowly, he retreated, pulling his hard shaft from her body, leaving her bereft. She held her breath, waiting several long seconds before he drove his hardness into her again, followed again by another slow extraction. The contrasting rhythm of fast and slow went on for long minutes, setting them both on fire in the best kind of slow burn. With each stroke, he claimed her a little more. Not only physically, but emotionally. Dylan played her body like a maestro, taking her higher and higher until she felt like she could fly.
"Oh God, it's never been like this. What are you doing to me?"
His grin was back. "Making you mine. Are you ready?"
Hannah couldn't imagine more. He was already perfect. "For what?"
"This." She saw the mischief in his eyes just before he started fucking her hard and fast, driving in and out until the sounds of their naked bodies slapping together filled the room.
Her orgasm hit her fast, pushing her into bliss. His continued deep thrusts extended her pleasure until she didn't know where one peak ended and the next began. Sex had never felt like this. Ever.
"Open up, baby. I want to see your eyes as I come," he said.
The sight of Dylan Parker tipping into his own ecstasy was orgasmic. He was gorgeous and, in that moment, he was all hers. She pushed down a
