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This …

This is what people mean when they talk about mind-blowing sex. I always thought it must be an exaggeration, but it’s not. I just haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing it before.

With his fingers working inside me, he sucks my clit into his mouth again, doing something amazing with his tongue, and all my muscles tense up, holding me teetering on the precipice of the most intense pleasure before I go careening into oblivion with a loud gasp as my core pulses around the fingers lodged deep inside me.

Dylan stays with me, following me down the other side of my orgasm, keeping it going until I’m twitching and pulling away.

“Fuck me,” he says quietly, wiping his face on his hand and crawling up on the bed next to me. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue. Can he taste himself on mine? He didn’t come in my mouth, but there was definitely precum and the salty taste of the ocean when I had him in my mouth.

He gathers me closer, pulling my leg over his hip, and, hanging onto me, rolls us so I’m on top. With a grin, I push myself up to sitting, grab the condoms, rip them apart, and hand one to him, scooting back to give him room to put it on.

Watching him hold himself up and roll on a condom doesn’t sound like it should be sexy, but it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Once it’s in place, he holds out a hand for me. Gripping it, I rise up on my knees, inching forward. He reaches between us to hold himself in place for me, dragging the head of his dick over my very sensitive tissues until he finds my opening.

With a sigh, I sink down. Not much, just a little, because it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this kind of stretch, and Dylan’s bigger than my last boyfriend.

I take him in little by little, and Dylan holds still, his body trembling with the effort, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs as I work him in. And then I’m sitting flush against his pelvis, pausing for a moment and giving an experimental swivel of my hips that has him groaning.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses. “Like that.”

I move again, and his fingers tighten reflexively on my thighs, his slitted eyes watching me. After a few more experimental swivels and circles, I find a motion that feels good to me and settle into it while Dylan’s hands roam every inch of skin he can reach. When I start to move faster, his hands settle on my ass, helping me move, his abs tightening and throwing his six pack into high relief, though that observation merely flits through my head, my focus more intent on the feeling of rising orgasm centered between us.

“You feel amazing,” he whispers, one of his hands moving between us, his thumb seeking my clit and giving it a rub.

I grip his wrist, positioning him where I want him. “Right there,” I hiss. “Don’t move.” He does as he’s told, letting me use his thumb the way I need, and with a short, sharp cry, my hips lose their rhythm as I near my release, his hand still on my ass the only thing keeping me moving until I reach my climax for a second time.

I’m half limp when I finish, only my hands on his chest holding me up.

Giving me a smug grin, he brushes my over long bangs out of my face, wraps a hand around the back of my neck, and with a gentle tug, brings me all the way down so my lips meet his. As we kiss, he moves under me, holding me in place while he chases his own orgasm, his muscles growing harder beneath me until, with a soft cry into my mouth, I feel him pulse inside me, shuddering as he holds me in place with both arms wrapped around me.

His entire body goes limp, his hold on me slackening, and I nuzzle into the spot beneath his jaw, kissing his sweat-dampened skin. His hand skates down my back and he lets out a soft, satisfied sigh and kisses my temple.

After a moment, I whisper, “We should probably get dressed and go back out there.”

His soft chuckle bounces me on his chest. “Yeah.” He sounds as rueful as I feel. “You’re probably right.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN

Dylan

Once we’re dressed,which goes much faster than the undressing but with the same amount of smiles and laughter, I poke my head into the hallway to check that the coast is clear. It’s unlikely any guests would be down here, but someone might be using the bathroom. Or one of my siblings could be camped out waiting for us to come out.

Thankfully, the bathroom’s empty and no siblings are in sight. I duck into the bathroom to wash my hands real quick, then head back to my room where Lydia’s fluffing her hair and straightening her sweater. “Do I have sex hair?” she asks.

Grinning, I shake my head. “You look beautiful.” She’s flushed and happy, though I suppose someone could attribute that to the party, I like knowing it’s from me. “The bathroom’s open. You can check your hair and makeup and whatever else.”

Stepping close, she gives me a kiss. “Thank you. Meet you out there? Or are you going to wait for me in here?”

Much as I’d like to wait for her … “It would probably be smarter if you just came out when you’re done.”

She gives me a grin. “Sounds good.” With one last pat on my chest, she slips out of my room. I wait until I hear the bathroom door closed before heading down the hall, carefully closing my bedroom door behind me.

Ty’s waiting in the opening of the hallway, his eyes merry. “You dirty dog.”

“Shut up,” I tell him, trying to brush past, but he follows me.

“C’mon, man. Don’t be like that.” He bumps my shoulder with his. He’s a couple inches taller than me, and lankier with it, but not so much that he has to even dip his knees to bump me like he used to have to do when I was younger. “It’s smart.” He glances over his shoulder at the hallway. “I don’t think anyone really noticed you were both missing. Mom asked where you were a few minutes ago, and I said I’d seen you head to the bathroom.” Though his eyes are merry, his face is serious. “Your secret’s safe with me,” he whispers. Then in a more normal tone, “I can’t blame you, honestly. I know what it’s like being back at Mom and Dad’s house with a girlfriend.” His gaze lands on Olivia. “Hell, if I didn’t think everyone would notice we’re missing, I might steal your idea.” He shakes his head. “Too bad Olivia’s dad decided to rent out her old apartment.”

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