Page 76 of Love.V2
We pushed and pulled, flew and fumbled and somehow made our way across the room. I sensed the moment Dylan stumbled, tripping on the mattress behind his knees, and I followed him down. We landed hard, groaning when bare skin met bare skin. I shivered at the silken slide of him against me. The way he gripped me tighter made me lightheaded.
I loved it. I sank over him to capture his mouth, and he opened for me with a groan, hips bucking. The hard jut of his cock against my belly flooded desire between my legs. He shifted again, pressing once more on my low back, grinding me against him.
“Tess.” My name, strangled in his mouth, finally broke through the haze of lust. He was working to move me, raise me up so he had better access to my pants. I huffed out a laugh even as I scrambled off of him. He rose to his elbows, like he meant to follow me.
“Tsk,” I clicked my tongue, peeling my leggings down and onto the floor. “You too.”
He shoved at his waistband so hard, the button popped. I snorted again, watching as our clothes and shoes made a pile at the foot of the bed before Dylan sat up and dragged me close.
The hiss of our sigh was palpable, like the air being let out of a compression chamber. No matter how much sex we’d had over the past few weeks, this, right here, was real. Liberating.
I grasped him tighter, rising up on my knees to take him inside. He said my name again, called me Angel, called out to God, but I was swept away, overcome by the feeling of him.
It never got old. We could do this for another dozen years, another twenty, fifty, and I’d still lose track of my senses the moment he was inside of me. I was swamped, fingers fluttering, core stretching to accommodate him.
His smell was all over me, his taste on my tongue, his skin sliding against mine like velvet. It was overload. It was too much. It was perfect.
I rocked over him again and again, panting and clawing at his back. His thumb brushed the tip of my nipple, making me gasp and tighten around him.
“Fuck, that’s it. Ride me, Tess. Take me.”
His words sharpened everything to a point. My mouth opened, truths spilling out before my brain could catch them. “I want to take you. I want to make you mine.”
Dylan bucked, groaning. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, millimeters from his face. “I’m yours, Angel. I’ve always been yours. I will always be yours.”
“Always.”
“Always.” He growled the promise into my swollen lips, and the sound of it rushed down my spine, setting off a chain reaction I washelpless to stop. I cried out as the peak rushed over me, whimpered when he tweaked my nipples, rubbing my clit to prolong my pleasure.
Before I’d taken a full breath, I was flying again, flipped onto my back, Dylan bearing down on top of me. I sucked in a gasp at the look on his face, so harsh and pained I almost asked what was wrong.
He buried his face in my neck before I got the chance, keeping up a pounding rhythm that had my still fluttering nerves on edge again. “Perfect,” he groaned, scrambling for purchase to pound into me harder, deeper. I arched, nearly screaming as the pleasure rose again.
“Dylan,” I gasped, the only word I could form before I crashed under the waves of ecstasy once more. He moaned above me, shouting while his hips snapped a jerky rhythm. I rode it out with him, holding him tighter when I started to come back to myself, stroking his back as he panted into my neck.
“I almost…” he whispered, the softest flutter of lips against my pulse. “…there was a part of me…” His words were stilted, strained. “I thought maybe I’d lost you earlier.”
I closed my eyes, letting his breath and words wash through me.
“I thought since I walked away…”
My heart broke. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him up to look at me. He’d thought since he’d walked away, I wouldn’t come to him. That I wouldn’t fight.
I stroked his face, tracing his jaw. “Walk wherever you want. I’ll just follow.”
His lips tipped up into the gentlest, most heart-stopping smile I’d ever seen. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him because I couldn’t stop myself. Because he was mine, and it was a travesty that he’d ever doubted it. “I’m sorry, Dylan. For everything.”
“I’m sorry, too, Angel.” He kissed me back before scooting up the bed to wrap the covers around us. “For everything.”
We laid there, curled around each other, pressing kisses and I love you’s into each other’s skin until my limbs grew heavy in the warm circle of his arms.
“Tess, what you said earlier today…about not marrying you…” Dylan started. I waited for the familiar sensation of alarm to slither its way into my brain, but I just felt content. Quiet. I drifted a little deeper, hovering on the edge of unconsciousness.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, stroking his shoulder. “We can talk about it later.” I was already fading, half-asleep.
“Tess.” Even with my eyes closed, I heard his smile. “We should talk about it. I want everything out in the open.”
