Page 55 of Dylan
“We don’t have to. I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”
“Now I know I’ve been waiting all this time for you. We’ve waited long enough. I’m yours, Dylan. Remember, nothing can keep us ap?—”
I capture her lips before she can complete the words I said to her the last time we saw each other, when we were kids back in Ireland. Devouring her mouth, I reach for her weeping core. I groan as I find her soaking wet. She whimpers into my mouth as I find her nub and begin to rub it as I slip a finger inside her.
“Dylan,” she cries out as I work my finger in and out, then add another.
The feel of her snug walls has me so hard. The sound of her wetness fills the room, causing me to groan. I can’t get enough of her sexy mouth as I find a rhythm that makes her juices flow more for me.
Lifting up, she then reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it over her head. Her full breasts come into view, and I groan. I’m instantly painfully hard.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. Do you like that?”
“Yes, please. I need … Dylan, please.”
With a grin on my lips, I start to kiss my way down her body. Pausing at her breasts, I pull a nipple into my mouth and suck on it before I swirl my tongue around the tight peak. My baby gets loud as she plants her feet, lifts her hips, and begins to ride my fingers.
Her body starts to quake with her first orgasm. I want to beat my chest. I did that.
I pull my hand from her pussy and lick my fingers clean. She tastes so good on my fingers; I need a direct taste. Slowly, I start back down her body until I’m flat on my belly like a sniper.
I look up her body as I move to take my first lick. We moan together as I begin to eat her pussy. She pushes her fingers into my hair and takes a tight grip.
I take my time, watching her body’s reactions and testing to see what brings her pleasure—pulling on all the things I’ve learned to make this amazing for her. When she tries to run from me, I take my fingers out of the equation and lighten the pressure of my tongue.
“No, no. Don’t stop,” she pants.
I hum into her wet pussy and dive in deeper, adding my fingers once again. Her stomach caves and her thighs begin to shake. It takes no time for her juices to fill my mouth.
I lap them up, then begin to climb up her body to get to her sweet lips. I take her mouth as I palm one of her breasts and pinch her nipple. Her breast fits in my hand perfectly. I love it.
She smooths her hands down my back and shoves them into the back of my sleep pants to palm my ass and tug me toward her. I’m trying to hold my weight up off her. Ciara moans as she sucks my tongue into her mouth.
“I want you,” she moans as I kiss my way down her neck.
I’m trying my best to take my time and not rush this. Right now, I know I need to slow down. However, she’s driving me crazy with the sounds she’s making and the way she has her hands all over me.
She glides her hand from my ass to my front, where she palms my length. I hiss and reach for her wrist. I swallow hard and take a deep breath.
“Hold on, baby, or this will be over before we get started,” I say tightly.
“Okay.” She nods. “I just want to bring you pleasure too.”
“Believe me, you are.”
I capture her lips again. My head clears a bit as I shove my pants down. I break the kiss and reach for my nightstand.
Reaching for the box of condoms I bought after I left my parents’ house, I then tear it open. Ciara reaches for my arm.
I turn to look at her. She has a brow lifted as she looks at the box. I crack a sheepish smile.
“I thought?—”
“I bought them today, just in case. I promise you, you’re my first. That was my first date earlier. That was the first time I’ve eaten pussy. You can trust me.”
“Okay.” She nods.
I bite into the foil packet and roll the condom on. Quickly, I run my forearm across my forehead. I’m sweating like a motherfucker all of a sudden.
