Page 57 of Love.V2
My pulse pounded in my ears when I looped my hands around his neck. We were molded together now, not an inch of space between us. The contact was debilitating.
“Does that mean I have to keep the dress on?” I’d meant for it to sound teasing, but the words exited my mouth on a gasp. I barely finished speaking before his mouth was on mine. His tongue licked at my lips, demanding entrance. I surrendered.
With another groan, he pushed inside, savoring like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Pressed against his lap, I relished the undeniable feeling of his desire underneath me.
“If you really want to ruin that dress, Angel, I can rip it off you,” he panted, groaning as his tongue swept down my neck. “But I haven’t felt your skin against mine in weeks. I haven’t been inside you inmonths.” The word shuddered out, like he was confessing the ultimate sin. He drew back, eyes almost black.
“That little rainbow dress will not survive what I have planned.”
A full-body shiver wracked me. That soft, floating feeling burned away as mad, scorching lust flooded my system. His hands were everywhere, sliding and grabbing, like he was greedy for every inch of my skin.
“Please tell me your plan is fast,” I begged, my fingernails scratching against his neck. I fumbled with his buttons, already mentally working him out of his pants. It wasn’t enough to have his body pressed against mine. I wanted skin. I wanted him all over me.Inside me.
He groaned, fingers gripping my ass tight enough to leave marks. My hips jerked against his, the thought taking everything to a whole new level. I wanted his mark on me. I wanted real, physical proof of how much he wanted me.
“We should go slow,” he grunted. His words lost all meaning when he surged upwards, taking me with him. In an instant, I was on myback, the frilly hem of my dress shoved up to my waist. He loomed over me, eyes darting across my face, my body, until he dipped lower to plunder my mouth. I arched beneath him.
“Or not,” I suggested, grabbing at his waistband. His shirt pulled free, granting me access to the corded muscles of his back. My hands slid and grasped, just as his smoothed over the bare skin of my thighs, playing with the lace edge of my underwear. We moved against each other like waves on the sand, gliding and grinding everything to dust. Starting over with every touch.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he panted, looking down at how I was splayed open for him, pressing his hips into mine like he couldn’t control himself. Sparks flew across my vision. “I want it to be…special. This first time, again.”
This first time, again.That was a good way to describe it. I remembered viscerally how he pulsed inside me. The sounds he made, and how he lost control at the end, snapping his hips and clenching his jaw.
The knowledge of what it was like to make love with him fueled my urgency. I knew how good it could be, and I wanted it. Now.
“It’s been too long.” I sounded whiny and needy, but that’s how I felt. As my fingers scrambled to undress him, he did his best to melt my brain, pressing my legs open further, exposing me to him. Kissing me until I couldn’t breathe, shoving his hips into mine again and again, sending exquisite pressure between my legs where I was growing wetter, hotter.
“Shit.” He cursed when I finally slid my hand inside his pants. His cock was long and hard in my fingers. I reveled in the way he moaned,hips flexing as I moved up and down his length. His mouth tore away from mine, growling with every breath. “Too good.”
“So good,” I whispered, high on the feeling of him losing control against me. It was heady, powerful, making my head spin even more than it already was. I gripped him harder, needing to see what he looked like when he completely fell apart for me. It had been so long since it had felt like this. I wanted to capture all of it.
He cursed again, yanking my wrist to pin my arm over my head. The movement stretched me long underneath him, and his eyes drifted down my body, lingering where my heaving chest pressed against the fabric of my dress. It bunched around my navel, baring thin, lacy blue underwear to him. His eyes narrowed on the wet spot between my legs. I flushed, gasping, like his gaze was a physical thing pressing against the damp lace.
His fingers tightened on my wrist, driving my hand into the pillows. “Did that get you wet, Tess? You like teasing me?”
My hips churned underneath him. He didn’t require an answer. We both knew exactly how turned on I was.
His teeth flashed, and for a moment, I wanted to know what they’d feel like against my skin. “We can see how you like it. How hot can I make you with just my fingers? You want me to tease you, Angel?”
Yes. No?I wriggled, pulling on my arm, but he pinned it mercilessly to the bed. Something about the restraint ratcheted my desire even .
My mind emptied as his hand found my core, stroking between my legs. With a single, deft move, Dylan pushed the fabric aside and slid his finger through my wetness, making me shudder and arch.
“That’s it, Angel. Damn, do you feel how wet you are?” His thumb circled my clit while his fingers stroked, adding to the aching pressure building low in my stomach. The feeling shot through my body, zipping down my limbs. My feet scrabbled for purchase on the smooth comforter, bunching and twisting it. I was losing myself to the pleasure, every second stealing more of my thoughts, dissolving them into pure feeling.
“You like that?” His voice was a low, inaudible growl. It flooded my senses, a deep rumble in my chest. I whimpered, then cried out as he speared a finger inside me, his leg pinning my knee to the bed, holding me open.
Despite the heat burning across my skin, and his frantic breathing, his invasion was slow. Gentle, almost like he wasn’t sure how rough he could be with me. He’d barely pressed inside before he moved back, pulsing softly in between my legs. The whole time, he kept constant pressure on my clit. Ecstasy and torture.
“Dylan.” I definitely whined this time, reaching down to grip his wrist with my free hand, pulling, trying to persuade him deeper. Harder. “More, please.”
I nearly cried out when his fingers left me, gathering my other wrist above my head, neatly securing both my arms in one hand. The other trailed back down my body. “I told you I wanted to go slow.”
His head dipped, tongue swirling across the tops of my breasts. He left sucking kisses across my skin, not enough to mark me, but enough for me to feel the little pulling pulses between my legs. I tried to squeeze my thighs to ease the pressure there, but his hips rested on mine, holding me in place while he jerked the dress down, exposing mybreast. His teeth scraped across the bottom curve, tongue licking in a lazy circle, avoiding my nipple.
Even when I strained, he held fast, keeping me stretched out under him. He’d never physically restrained me like this before, but the more I struggled, the more I realizedI liked it. A lot.
I hooked my leg over his to press against his cock. He gave me a warning look, his free hand darting down to press my hip back into the bed.
