Page 11 of Fake Christmas Date
He kisses a path to my ear, then breathes, “I’ve wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you, Emma. I was trying to think of an excuse to speak to you before I heard you talking with Claudia.”
“Really?” The word becomes a breathy rasp as the pressure of his hard cock drags slowly against my pussy. I can feel its heat even through my thin shorts and his briefs.
“Of course.” He runs a trail of kisses along my collarbone, my throat. “You looked so sad. If some guy had stood you up, I was ready to tear him a new asshole.”
Even though I’m quivering from desire, I burst out laughing. “Instead, you destroy a mean woman and delight my bosses by being unbelievably charming.”
His teeth scrape gently along the sensitive side of my neck. “I’ll always do whatever you need, baby.”
He called me baby. It gives me another wave of hope that this…whatever it is…could eventually be more. That there’s potential for a real relationship.
Then all thoughts fly out of my head as Dylan’s hand slides along my side, his fingers into the edge of my shorts. “Should I stop?”
“No.”
His deep green eyes lock with mine. “If my shorts stay on, may I please take yours off?”
I’ve barely nodded and he’s removed them swiftly, followed by my tank top. I feel like I’m floating when his mouth ravages my naked body. His hands and lips roam everywhere, his huge, warm frame over mine, pinning me down.
I feel consumed by him: his mouth across my nipples. His palms running up my sides, over my hips. His hands cupping my breasts firmly, then wandering slowly down my stomach. I love the way he's exploring gently, listening to my breath, watching the way I lean into his touch. He admires every dip, every curve, every detail of my form. I feel genuinely treasured, the waves of sensation overtaking me.
As his hand wanders slowly around my lower belly, my thighs splay open in a clear invitation. My pulse thrums in my chest and ears as I wait to see what he’ll do next.
"Luckiest guy in the world," Dylan murmurs, kissing down my stomach, then along the top of my mound.
He shifts, settling between my legs before throwing one of them over his shoulder. I love the way he grabs hold of my waist, hitching me down a few inches, positioning my body for what's to come next.
I gasp, clutching the blanket as his warm, wet tongue paints a stripe directly through the center of my pussy. Then I realize I'm wet as well, just from the thrill of being so close to him.
My breath becomes louder, gently guiding him as he spreads me wide, his fingertip swirling inside me. A fierce ache takes hold deep within me as I feel the weight of him on top of me, moving and thrusting while he kisses me.
I don't care that we just met yesterday. I've never craved anyone or anything as much as I do Dylan. This man drives me wild, through and through.
His lips are silky soft as they brush across my clit, and I see his desire when he looks up at me with hooded eyes. "Just try to relax, baby." His voice is thick as he urges me along. "I would love to taste you coming on my tongue."
A shiver runs through me. No one's ever spoken to me this way. But I love it. I love opening up and letting the sensual feelings roll through me like this.
Another tremor shakes me. I couldn't feel this way for anyone else. My pussy is dripping all over his fingers, his tongue, and I can't stop my hands from gripping his hair and shoulder even more tightly. My hips begin to rock, my moans becoming louder. I watch as his gaze runs across my tits, my tight nipples pointing up at the ceiling when I heave a deeper breath.
"This is…amazing, " I manage to whisper.
His eyes blaze as he continues running his tongue around my clit. He scoops my ass a bit higher with one hand, pinning his mouth to my skin as his fingers move faster, delving deeper. Even as he takes complete control of me, Dylan is treating me like a treasure.
"Ohwow…" I mutter, my legs jerking around his ears.
"I've never needed anything as much as I need to feel you come." His fiery rasp and intense gaze make my body begin to contract. Everything strains, muscles twitching as my heels dig into his back. A long, whimpering cry bursts from my throat. I feel like I’m falling and combusting at the same time.
As the climax rattles through me, Dylan licks harder, yanking me against him roughly as he milks every drop of sensation from me. His hand claps over my mouth just before I cry out louder, my pussy contracting hard around his fingers, my limbs twitching under him.
His naughty grin sends my pleasure spiking higher until I collapse, limp and breathless. He moves slowly, cradling me in his arms and rocking me until I emerge from the fog enough to focus.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," he murmurs against my skin. Then he cuddles us back under the blankets, holding me tightly as we find the most comfortable position together.
"Thank you," I whisper, suddenly feeling shy again.
He shakes his head. "No, thankyou, beautiful." He chuckles. "I honestly think I needed that even more than you did."
He snaps off the light, and everything about him is so warm and solid and comfortable that I only listen to him breathing for a few minutes before drifting off.
