His eyes, hooded with lust, drifted down my body, slowly and deliberately.
“I want to look at you,” he said, his voice all rough, as he met my eyes again. “I want to see your eyes and your tits and your bare pussy. I want you to show it to me.”
Well okay, then.
Truth was, I really didn’t want him leaving his clothes on, either. So fair was fair.
I gathered my dress in my hands, lifting the soft skirt up my legs… up my thighs… his gaze following all the way. Then I took a breath and in one quick motion peeled it up and over my head. I tossed it on the floor and shook out my hair as his eyes drank me in.
He drifted closer, stopping right in front of me. He put his hand lightly on my cheek, his fingertips just cupping me, his thumb drifting over my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re pretty, Amber,” he murmured.
Then he started kissing me. He leaned in and put his mouth on my neck, and my knees quivered. He kissed his way down my throat, and down between my breasts. Then he skimmed a thumb over one nipple, which was already achingly hard, and teased it with his tongue. Just a soft flutter, and I arched my back, giving it to him, strung taught like a bow.
He closed his mouth over my nipple and sucked, lowering himself to his knees. He teased my nipples with his soft kisses, with gentle flicks of his thumbs, as I gasped and shifted, restless on my feet, my fingers digging into his soft, wild hair. Needing more… but he was going so fucking slow.
Then he moved me back, inch by inch, until the backs of my knees hit the couch, and he pushed me back onto it. He started kissing his way down my stomach… slowly.
“Aren’t you getting undressed…?” I asked, my voice a shuddery whisper as he went down on me.
Slowly.
He ate me out like he’d never seen me naked before, like I was new to him. Like he’d been dreaming about eating me out all his fucking life.
He held me down with his big, warm hands pressing my thighs apart. And he took his time. Exploring. Kissing and sucking. Flickering teasingly with his tongue as his jaw stubble scraped softly against my thighs. Latching onto my clit with his warm lips until I almost had to push him away.
“I don’t want to come yet,” I gasped, sitting up. “Please… take off your clothes.”
At that, he grinned at me. He sat up, pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it on the floor. I watched how he moved, so fucking beautiful, his muscled shoulders working as he stripped off his jeans. His briefs went next, and when he was naked, he kneeled before me again and slipped his arms around my back. He gathered me in, yanking me toward him so my ass was on the very edge of the couch.
He held me there, pressing his hips between my thighs… but his cock was just out of reach.
And I was overwhelmed. By him.
I was always overwhelmed by him.
In a really fucking good way…
The strength of his arms around me. The heat off his skin. His amazing smell, like citrus and man-soap… and naked flesh.
The gentle insistence of his fingers as they slid down to play with my clit.
The softness of his hair as he lowered his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. He rolled it in his teeth until my head fell back and I cried out.
“Please. You have to fuck me right now. I need to feel you inside me when I come…”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He released my nipple and pulled me toward him, sealing his mouth over mine, delving his tongue in, deep… At the same time, he lined up the head of his cock with my pussy and shoved into me with a groan.
And fuck, he was big.
Not just long, but broad. He stretched me to my limits and maybe a bit beyond as he sank into me, as he pressed in as far as he could get. It wasn’t exactly painful. That full, stretched feeling, as long as I was slippery-wet—which I always was when Dylan fucked me—was mind-blowing. I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
Could only feel him as he started to move.
“I’m gonna fuck you slow, Amber…” he told me, leaving hungry, sucking kisses on my throat. “Until you come. And then I’m gonna do it again…”
Oh, God… It really wasn’t gonna take long.