“You missed me,” he teases, taking his mouth away from me, kissing the inside my thigh. “I wanna see you. Open up your legs so I can see.”
He presses my legs apart at the knees and curls his tongue against my clit, the sensation sudden and shocking and different from when he was just pressing his tongue along me. This is so focused and hot that I feel I am on fire from the inside, and I could cum again at any second if he keeps this up.
And in the ultimately bittersweet way Dylan is Dylan, he pulls his tongue away from my clit. I feel myself whimper and moan and my eyes fly open. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at him.
“That’s it princess, eyes on me. You remember the rules, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I do what you say.”
I watch as he climbs onto the bed like a muscular beast, his clear blue eyes locked intently on mine - all control, all desire, all want - and he cages his arms around me as he slide down between my legs. Only his boxers are separating my pussy from his cock, and he presses himself against me.
“Think you can cum like that?” he says. I feel a little embarrassed by how soaked I am, and by how I am grinding my hips against him in response to the subtle, excruciating movements he’s making.
“I don’t know.”
“Want to try?”
“I’d rather have you inside me,” I moan.
Dylan laughs and caresses my face, kissing me hard before pulling away.
“I’d rather have me inside you too,” he says, “but first I want to savor you. I want to feel you, taste you.”
I watch as he moves down the bed between my legs again, kissing and caressing me as I bite my lip to keep from whimpering and begging.
He presses my legs apart wide on the bed, and I am spread open so wide for him, and again - part of me feels embarrassed by being seen like this, in the most intimate, vulnerable of ways. But he makes me feel safe - so safe, and so protected in this moment. He keeps me guessing too, the way he is commanding and demands me to look him in the eye, get on my knees - but the combination of safe and vulnerable is what makes me feel addicted to him, intoxicated by the clarity behind his eyes.
And I know he can see the stupid gears turning in my head. He just doesn’t know the whole story of what I’m thinking about.
“You okay, Amanda?” he says, flashing me a devilish grin that sends a chill up my spine.
“Yeah,” I say, running my fingers through his hair, “I’m good.”
He puts his face between my legs again, pulling back my folds gently with his expert, deft fingers. I bite my lip and moan as he sweeps his tongue against my clit slowly.
“Oh fuck,” I say, incapable of controlling myself.
I feel and hear him growl against my pussy as he puts his fingers on either side of my opening, spreading me out. I am absolutely dripping for him, and he drags a finger against my wetness as he keeps licking me.
“You are really nice and wet, princess,” he growls, “and you taste so good.”
“Oh god Dylan, you know just what to say,” I moan, feeling myself grow wetter. “Are you ever going to fuck me?”
“Oh, you’d like that,” he says.
I feel a threat in his words, a sardonic twist that makes me believe he is really going to make me beg for it.
“Are you going to make me ask again?” I moan.
“I’m going to make you ask forever,” he says.
I feel my heart tug deep inside me. It’s more than just a tug, though. It’s an ache - it’s a need. It’s a thud deep inside my chest. I don’t think I ever knew there was that emptiness inside me until just now.
Until Dylan said those words.
I’m going to make you ask forever.
I feel a smile pulling at my lips, but I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say.
So I say the only thing that comes to mind.
“Let’s start forever right now,” I say, watching Dylan as he stands at the edge of the bed. “Let’s start right now.”
His eyes burn into me as I look down at his boxers. His big, broad chest is covered with the lightest sheen of sweat, and I look up at him from the bed as I get on my knees and scoot forward.
“That’s it,” he whispers roughly, “time for you to see what you’ve been missing.”
20
Dylan
My sweet princess crawling toward me on the bed is the most fucking perfect sight I’ve ever seen.
“Take it out,” I say. She likes being told what to do. And that turns me so fucking on. The way she’s a good girl and can turn on the dirty for me when I tell her to.
She pulls my boxers down from the waistband, delicately at first, until she gets to my stiff cock. She bites down on her lip and I can nearly see her salivating at the sight of my big thing, her lips puffy and raw from my rough kisses, her eyebrows knitted together in the center like she can’t fucking believe what’s about to happen.
Then she yanks down my shorts to get them past my cock. She smiles and looks up at me, licking her lips, and her eyes linger on my chest and arms as she allows them to travel back down to my body.
“Like you remembered?” I say, looking down at it.
I’d be hard pressed to remember a moment I was more steeled than right now with my cock bulging right in front of her eyes, the hot precum at the tip ready to be licked off. She leans forward and takes me in both of her hands, spreading the precum all over the length of my cock.
“Just like I remembered,” she mewls, tossing her hair over one shoulder.
“Put it in your mouth,” I command, “and be nice about it.”
She breathes heavily and leans forward more, taking the tip into her mouth, then sinking lower onto me, fucking me slowly with her pretty mouth. Those lips were fucking made for this. And for kissing. But right now, for this.
Pulling away from me, she looks up into my eyes.
“Is that good?” she says sweetly.
“Yes,” I say, “but if you want me to fuck you, you have to beg.”
She leans back on the bed, crawling away from me. God, I could take her right fucking now. I can’t believe I allowed her to get away from me once. I won’t let that happen again.
“Come here, Dylan,” she mewls, pushing her hair over her shoulders, arching her back, writhing like my little vixen all sexed-up and craving more.
“Not Dylan,” I say, giving her a cheesy smile. I know she likes it. I know she wants it. “Call me Big D, princess.”
Mandy turns around and pushes her ass into the air, letting me see every single fucking inch of her.
“Come here, Big D,” she says, peeking over her shoulder, “please.”
I grab her hips and pull them back toward me in one big, fluid motion, pushing my cock right between her legs, making her lips spread over my thickness.
“Like that? That how you want me, princess?”
“No,” she moans, “I want you inside me. Please.”
“Eyes on me,” I command, taking her chin in my hand and turning her face toward me gently. I push forward with my cock between her legs and she groans against me, dragging her soaked clit against my hardness.
“Please,” she says, her blue eyes connected to mine, “please.”
Groaning, I pull my cock away from her. I am soaked with her, and big beads of precum are spilling out. I can’t keep it away from her any longer. Reaching down, I part her lips with my fingers and press the tip of my cock to her opening.
“Since you begged nice,” I say, sliding forward.
“Oh yes,” she mewls, pushing herself onto me. She is tight, so soft and so fucking wet. I reach down to her clit and my fingers find her swollen desire, and I grab her ass with my other hand.
I lose all control when I hear her sweet, lovely moans. I just want to spill myself into her. I want to take her and keep her and make her my fucking queen.
We are lost in each other as I slam into her over and over, and with each thrust I lose
my mind a little bit more.
I feel her pussy tensing up around my cock - a sure sign that she is close to cumming. But I don’t want that yet. I want to keep her in this sweet ecstasy for as long as she can stand it, so I pull out of her - it nearly hurts my damn heart as I do it, taking my thickness away from her as she whimpers - but I know she will thank me for it later.
I feel my heart crush inside my chest as she peers around her shoulder at me, her long brown hair matted to her back and neck.
“What’s the matter, Dylan?” she says, looking at me with those heartbreaking, big blue eyes.
“Nothing’s the matter, baby,” I say, flipping her over gently by the hips. “Not a damn thing.”
I spread her legs open as she falls back on the bed, bending at the knees so I can get between them. She is wetness and dewiness, the smell of the fresh summer rain and desire that makes me feel intoxicated by her scent.
I pull her lips apart and kiss her pussy. I’ve dreamed of having my tongue between her thighs every damn day that we were apart. And I think I knew all along, deep down inside my heart, that she really was mine this whole time. I think I knew all along that she had given herself over to me completely that night - that she was all mine for the night.
All mine. Only mine.
And I was a fool all along because she really was mine. Thinking about it now makes my chest swell with anger, but I push it away because I have her sweetness again, and this time, we both know she’s mine.
“I just want to make you feel good, Amanda,” I growl, tasting her on my lips, feeling her on my tongue. I hit her clit in every way I can, trying to make her feel new and excited with every fluid motion.
“That feels really fucking good,” she moans, her fingers lacing through my hair, “so fucking good.”
I push my fingers inside her, curling them up to her g-spot. Like we were made for each other, when she feels my fingers buried inside her, fucking her carefully but with force every time the pads of my fingers hit deep inside her, her legs begin to shake and tremble.
“Don’t cum, princess,” I groan, taking my fingers away from her. As much as I want her pussy to cum all over my face, I need to be inside her when she cums. “Are you on anything?”
“Pill,” she mewls. As I pull away from her and slide her to the edge of the bed, her eyes find mine in what’s now the settling darkness of my apartment. The sun has nearly set over the horizon, and the day has bled into the night without me noticing. This is the effect she has on me. I could watch a million sunsets and sunrises by her side, and they wouldn’t even register with me. All I would care about is her.
I throw her ankles up onto my shoulders. The last time we fucked, she was wearing those sinful pumps. I wanted to slide my tongue all over those fuck-me pumps. This time she isn’t wearing any shoes.
She’s so much fucking sexier without anything on at all.
Mandy gasps as I plunge my cock into her, coating me with her sweet juices. I can’t wait to cum deep inside her, mark her as mine. Keep her as mine.
“Dylan, I have to tell you something,” she moans as I thrust into her, grinding my cock deep inside her tight wetness.
“You can tell me anything,” I say into the air between us, thick, hot and heavy, “you can tell me anything you need to, princess.”
She smiles, biting her bottom lip in response. God, that is the smile I’ve been missing. That’s the smile I used to know, and that’s the smile I’ve been missing since reconnecting with her.
Her eyes close sweetly, her lashing fluttering against her pure cheeks as she throws an arm over her face. Sweetness, that’s all she is.
“What is it?” I say, gliding my hands from her ankles to her shapely, curvy thighs, “what do you want to tell me, Mandy?”
I find her clit in the darkness like that’s what I’m made for, and plunging myself deep into her, I rub her at just the right tempo to keep her on the edge, unable to cum, unable to stop wanting me.
“I’m glad you called me,” she smiles, taking her arm away from her face. Even in the darkness, I can see that her forehead and chest are covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I part her legs in the air, throwing her ankles off my shoulders, and she wraps her legs around my waist, crossing them around my back.
I pick her up and carry her over to the door to the bathroom. This is where everything fell apart last time, but I’ll be damned if I don’t christen this fucking door with a new memory. I won’t look at it and see confusion anymore. I won’t look through the steamy glass door of my shower and remember the pain I felt.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear as I slam into her. She moans deeply from inside her chest, and I feel her wetness dripping out of her. “Mine. You understand?”
“Yes,” she moans into my shoulder, biting my neck gently, “oh god, yes. I’m yours.”
“Who’s is this?” I pull her chin so she is looking right into my eyes, balancing her against the door with one hand on her ass as I rock my cock in and out of her slowly. “Who’s is this?” I repeat.
“It’s yours, Dylan,” she replies with so much fucking realness it makes my heart grow three fucking sizes inside my chest, “yours.”
I feel electric, and then a fucking insane thought enters my mind.
I wish she wasn’t on the fucking pill.
Suddenly, all I can think about when I look at her and feel her tight pussy wrapped up around my cock is cumming deep inside her without any protection between us. Without anything standing in the way of making this woman mine forever.
“Cum with me, Mandy,” I groan, “right fucking now.”
I slam into her, making her clit grind against me and her face fall forward into the crook of my shoulder. Her nails find my strong back and she digs in. Her back arches and her pussy grinds against my cock. I take the back of her head in my hand and lace my fingers through the wet, wild locks of messy, rain-soaked hair that I tried to protect, but couldn’t quite.
She almost hurts me with her nails - almost - but I feel so good inside her, feeling her pussy spasm around me, milking my cock so fucking perfectly. I groan as I spill myself into her, deeper than I’ve ever felt before, closing my eyes shut tight, the purple and red behind my eyelids like a dizzying kaleidoscope.
“Fuck,” I groan as her lips find mine. Our bodies are lost in each other’s, and I only feel our bodies as separate - here I am, there she is, and we are tangled up and intertwined in each other - when we come down from our earth-shattering orgasms. Until this point, I’m not sure we were separate. I’m not sure there was anything dividing me from her.
And nothing will ever again.
There is no me and Mandy. She’s mine. My princess.
We haven’t just started forever with each other. That’s the thing about forever. There’s no beginning to it. I just exists.
And when I look at her eyes and I feel my heart swell, I think there’s something more to this than just us.
Something more than just me and her.
21
Amanda
“And here is some of my famous toast. It isn’t as burnt as it was last time. I hope that’s okay with you.”
Dylan sets down a tray on the bed in front of me. I’ve always loved breakfast for dinner, and tonight’s no exception: toast, decaf coffee, eggs, orange juice spiked with a little bit of rum.
“It looks great,” I say, taking in the delicious aroma, “but I’m going to have to have you over at my place soon. This is starting to get a little one-sided.”
“How about tomorrow?”
Dylan slides down onto the bed next to me, propping himself up on his elbow with one hand on the side of his head. Again, those damn sexy sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, showing off his perfect, hard abs. The way he’s lying is making me swoon for him to pick me up like he did earlier tonight.
I gather the blanket up around me and reach for one of the cups of OJ as I consider his question.
How about tomorrow - I wish
I could say yes, but I don’t know if it’s going to work.
“Tomorrow,” I say, sighing. I take a small sip of the spiked juice - it’s fresh and bright, but with a smoky, sharp kick from the rum. I might have to start ordering this at bars.
“Yeah,” he says, taking a bit of toast, “tomorrow. Or, depending on what time it is, tomorrow might actually just be later today at this point.”
Tomorrow is Jacob’s party.
Tomorrow would be perfect, except it isn’t.
“I don’t know if I can do tomorrow,” I say, stealing a glance at Dylan over my cup of juice.
Come on, Amanda. Use your words. Say what you want.
Tell the truth.
But what is the truth, though? The truth is that I’m a single mom, blessed with a surprise baby, privileged enough to have a fantastic nanny, and I’ve been guessing the paternity of Jacob’s dad since I learned the news in that doctor’s office that fateful day.
I look over at Dylan and feel my world shift. It’s almost imperceptible, but it colors everything differently. Suddenly. I swallow hard and put my hand to my temple. This is the time for courage. This is bucket list territory. This is like the time I stripped and jumped in the ocean, times a thousand.
“That’s alright,” Dylan says, “how about next Tuesday? I have Mike and Paul covering the front desk at shop that night, and I can move around my appointments that evening if I have any. If not, that’s okay too.”
He flashes his delicious grin at me as he takes a bite of the scrambled eggs on the tray between us.
“Dylan,” I breathe, my heart pounding, attempting to muster all the courage I can find deep within me. I tap every reserve I can to get my mouth to match my heart. “Actually, let’s see each other tomorrow. Do you want to come over around two?”
I shouldn’t be testing him like this. I shouldn’t be throwing him into a situation like this without any warning.
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