Page 42 of Love and Lattes at Pumpkin Hollow
‘Your turn,’ I said and watched as he pulled off his T-shirt and jogging bottoms and then his boxers, smiling to see how he strained against them before pulling them down too. ‘Had enough cream?’ I asked him with a smile.
‘I could use a little bit more…’ He grabbed the can again and dropped to his knees on the kitchen floor, taking me by surprise. He gently parted my legs a bit and I watched as he squirted some cream on my inner thigh and then licked it off, making me gasp again. He then reached for me, stroking me just where I needed him to. ‘You like that, Willow?’
‘Yes, don’t stop,’ I begged.
Dylan stood up, kissing me fiercely as he reached between my legs. I hadn’t realised how desperate I had been for his touch.
I gripped the counter as my limbs turned to jelly again, letting out another moan while he stroked me. ‘Turn around,’ he said suddenly, spinning me around so I had my back to him. He kissed my neck as he reached between my legs again. I leaned against him, gasping as he sent pleasure shooting through my body. ‘Are you going to come for me, you gorgeous girl?’ He spoke into my ear breathily as he touched me. I could feel how turned on he was as he pressed into my back.
I let out another moan and fell against him as I came. ‘Oh my…’ I gasped as pleasure rolled over me in waves. ‘Dylan, that was…’ I couldn’t get my words out and he laughed into my ear. ‘…so hot,’ I finished as I turned into his arms and pressed my lips against his. ‘I need you inside me,’ I begged then.
Wordlessly, Dylan lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. ‘Wait here,’ he said, disappearing before returning with a condom. He handed it to me and I reached down to stroke him before slipping it on, enjoying the small moan he let out when I touched him.
‘How much do you want me?’ I asked when the condom was on.
‘So badly, it’s crazy,’ Dylan said, stepping in between my legs. He wrapped them around him as he reached up to touch my cheek. ‘You are incredible, you know that, right?’
‘You’re pretty incredible too,’ I said back, loving the way he was looking into my eyes, like he couldn’t believe his luck. My breath hitched as he slid slowly inside me. His arms came around my back and I hooked mine around his neck as I hung off the counter around him. He moved inside me, keeping his gaze fixed on mine as we both gasped in pleasure.
‘I’ve never done it in the kitchen before,’ Dylan said, leaning in to kiss me.
I giggled against his lips. ‘Might not be hygienic,’ I replied, gripping his shoulders as he pushed deeper inside me. ‘That feels so good.’
‘It’s never felt this good before,’ Dylan said back. I let out a moan and he shook his head. ‘You’ll be the death of me with that noise.’
‘You like it?’
‘I love hearing you moan, gorgeous.’
‘I’m so close,’ I cried out then. Dylan reached in between us and touched me, causing me to bite my lip to disguise my moan.
‘I want to hear you,’ he grunted at me so I stopped biting my lip.
‘Just like that,’ I encouraged him as he stroked me while he moved faster and harder inside me.
I tipped suddenly and deliciously over the edge, crying out his name as I shuddered against him.
‘That was so hot, Willow,’ Dylan said as he pulled me even closer, holding me tightly by the waist as he continued to move inside me. He only lasted another few seconds before he cried out with his own climax, collapsing against me with gasping breaths. ‘Fuck, that was even better than the first time.’ He gave me a long, lingering kiss as our damp bodies clung to each other.
‘It was,’ I agreed, feeling our hearts thumping in fast, synchronised beats. ‘Why did we wait so long?’
Dylan sighed. ‘I have no idea. I need to hold you in my arms.’ He disposed of the condom and helped me off the counter before leading me by the hand to the sofa right by the fire, which was dying a little bit now but we were both so warm after what had happened, we didn’t care.
Still naked, we curled up on the sofa together, Dylan putting his arms around me and me leaning against his chest as we both slowly got our breath back. His embrace felt strong and safe and it took me by surprise how easily I curved into him, as if we had been snuggling up for years instead of this being the first time. Last time we had sex, we had parted quickly and after a heated argument, but this time, we were together. It was peaceful and sweet.
Dylan leaned down and kissed my forehead and I was taken aback by the gentle touch. The fear came back in a rush. I didn’t want him to go. Fuck.
‘I can’t stay here,’ I said then, although my body definitely didn’t want to move. My brain was fuzzy after the sex high. I felt like there was something that I was supposed to do, but I couldn’t remember what and I didn’t really want to remember either.
‘Relax,’ Dylan whispered as if he could feel that I’d tensed up. He encouraged me to scoot closer to his chest so I laid my head against him and he stroked my hair as I watched the fire. ‘I’ve got you,’ he added and his words soothed me.
‘It is nice,’ I conceded sleepily. I felt myself melt into him despite the warning voice in my head that I shouldn’t stay here and get attached to this man.
‘It is nice,’ Dylan agreed, sounding just as sleepy as I did.
My eyes fluttered then, closing as his chest rose and fell with slow, even breaths, mine matching the rhythm perfectly.
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