Page 61 of Love and Lattes at Pumpkin Hollow
‘Yes,’ I said, smiling. ‘Very much okay.’ I clung to him as he led us to the cottage, kicking the door open. He shut it after we’d walked through. ‘Can we go to your room?’ I asked, thinking about how last time, we had got carried away in the kitchen then slept on the sofa. I wanted to be in Dylan’s bed now.
‘Is that a trick question?’
As we made for the stairs though, Dylan stumbled. He struggled to carry me up, making me giggle. Dylan started chuckling too.
‘I thought this would be more romantic,’ he joked as we made slow progress. We wobbled and I clung to him like a koala.
‘Put me down,’ I said, laughing and holding the rail as he almost tripped. ‘I don’t want to fall before we’ve had sex.’
Dylan paused then, laughing. ‘Stop it, I can’t breathe!’
We managed to get control of ourselves and he valiantly carried on and managed to get us to the top of the, thankfully short, staircase and through into his bedroom. He then took his coat off and pulled mine from me before tumbling with me on his bed.
‘That was some journey,’ I said, flopping back on the duvet as Dylan leaned over me, my legs still wrapped around him.
‘You can say that again,’ he replied seriously. He gently pushed back my hair and smiled down at me. ‘You are gorgeous, Willow. It’s been hell in here some nights thinking about you just over in the farmhouse in your bed. I wanted you here so badly.’
‘Yeah?’ I had to smile at that. ‘I looked over here a lot.’
Dylan pressed his lips against mine and the fire between us sparked up again.
‘Why are we still dressed?’ I complained after a minute.
He chuckled. ‘You’re so demanding in the bedroom. And I love it. Get off the bed with me,’ he said, getting up. I scooted along the bed and jumped up too, my body alive with anticipation.
He reached for the buttons on my shirt and undid them slowly, locking eyes with me as he did so. My heart was beating fast as he unpeeled my shirt from my shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Then he stepped back and slowly undid his own shirt while I watched, craving his touch.
He seemed to guess my thoughts as he grinned and slowly took off his shoes, socks and trousers until he was just in his underwear. ‘Are you going to join me?’
I shook my head at his teasing and pulled off my clothes impatiently. I didn’t stop at my underwear, though; I tossed them to the side too so I was completely naked in front of him. ‘Is this what you thought about in your bed?’
Dylan drank me in hungrily. ‘God, yes.’
‘Are you going to come over here then?’ I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and scooting backwards.
He quickly ditched his boxers and joined me on the bed, leaning over me again. ‘I want to kiss all your body like I did the first time.’ He dropped gentle kisses down the side of my face, brushing his lips on mine, before moving them down to my chest and across one of my breasts, lingering on my nipple. I bit my lip as he carried on trailing kisses along my stomach and then my thigh and then he carried on down my leg and even pulled a toe into his mouth to give it a quick kiss.
I giggled. ‘You really did kiss it all.’
‘You taste so good. My favourite sweet treat.’ He came back and kissed my mouth again, moving his hand back up my body. This time, he parted my legs gently and touched me where I had been desperate for him. ‘Have you thought about this too?’
‘So many times,’ I whispered, arching my back as he stroked me. His lips moved back to my breast, sucking on my nipple, causing me to moan. ‘I wanted to be your sweet treat.’
Dylan lifted off me suddenly and he moved in between my legs, moving his mouth there. I gasped as he acted like I was that sweet treat. It felt so good, I couldn’t keep quiet. I let out another moan. My body had definitely missed his touch. I clutched the duvet in my hands as I cried out with pleasure suddenly and deliciously.
‘You’re so good at that,’ I said, shaking my head in wonder as my body trembled underneath him.
‘Will you sit on me, baby?’ Dylan asked as he rolled onto the bed beside me. ‘I’ve wanted that so much.’
‘Yes,’ I said, watching as he reached for himself and began stroking. ‘I want that too.’
Dylan pulled open the bedside table and got out a condom. When he was ready, I sat astride him and looked down at the admiring look on his face. ‘You are amazing,’ he gasped when he slid inside me.
I leaned down to kiss him as I grinded on top of him. ‘We’re amazing together.’
It was the early hours of the morning when we finally stopped kissing and touching and lay side by side in bed.
I looked around the dimly lit bedroom as Dylan stroked my arm and watched me. ‘These need refurbishing, don’t they?’
