“You’re so beautiful,” I said.
Dylan sighed. “Keep talking.”
Her nipples were pink and puckered like rosebuds. I rolled one between my fingers. “Gorgeous.”
“Mmm.” Her head tilted back with pleasure.
Lowering my head, I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth and tugged lightly with my teeth.
Dylan groaned and raked her hands through my hair.
I pulled my mouth away and caught my breath. “Sexy. Sensitive.”
“Sensitive?” She sounded offended.
I slid a hand down her stomach and brushed the soft skin just above the waist of her panties.
Dylan gasped.
I grinned. “Sensitive.”
She slapped my shoulder but didn’t protest further.
“I like sensitive,” I said. “It means you’ll respond when I do this.” I pulled her panties down and lowered my head between her thighs. She was so wet. I wanted to make her come so badly.
She groaned and writhed on the bed as I slid two fingers inside her and circled her clit with my tongue. I set a teasing rhythm between the thrusts of my fingers and the flick of my tongue. Dylan’s hips bucked desperately against my mouth. Fuck that was sexy. Why was that so sexy?
“Moremoremore,” she begged.
I gave up my teasing and sucked her clit harder until she screamed my name and arched off the bed, an intense orgasm crashing through her. My chest swelled with pride as she panted my name in a breathless moan. That was the most beautiful sound I’d heard in a long damn time. I immediately wanted to do it again.
I pulled away and took my time enjoying the sight of Dylan reclined in post orgasmic bliss.
“Again?” I asked.
“Oh, hell yes,” she moaned.
I unbuttoned my pants and climbed back on the bed. I was hard as a fucking rock. “I want to be inside you.” My dick was already leaking pre-cum, and I needed to feel her warm, tight cunt.
She nodded desperately. “Inside me.”
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. I hadn’t been sure I’d be able to get Dylan back here, but I’d wanted to be prepared.
I ripped the plastic open and rolled it on. Dylan’s hips shifted restlessly in anticipation until I came closer and she wrapped her legs around my waist. God, she was hot.
I positioned my cock against her hot, slick entrance and locked my eyes onto hers. It was like her entire soul was inviting me in. She worked her hips up and down, trying to tease me, to make me go faster than I intended. The hot lips of her cunt slid up and down on my shaft, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer either. A deep grunt fell from my lips. “Can I fuck you, princess?” It was a nickname I hadn’t called her in ages, and her eyes darted up to mine.
“Yes,” she murmured.
I pressed inside her, holding back a groan at the tight stretch of her body around mine.
Goddamn. I gasped, struggling for breath. She was so tight. When I’d remembered that night ten years ago, I’d told myself that how good she’d felt had been a product of youth and my imagination, but now I knew better. Dylan just felt right. Perfection.
I sank into her and paused for a moment with my elbows on either side of her. Our ragged breathing synced and every fiber of my being felt connected to her.
“Dylan,” I whispered. “You feel so good.” I kissed her mouth, her neck, and continued pumping, burying myself her in tight, hot channel over and over again. It was like her body was so greedy, her pussy was sucking my cock in.
She moaned, and those little whimpers I remembered when she got close, began. It sent a spike of pleasure straight to my balls.
She braced herself against my shoulders. I knew what she wanted.
I left the sweetness behind for the moment and gave into the demands of my body. I fucked her hard, my body setting a fast, smooth rhythm. She caught onto it and moved with me, our bodies coming together as we desperately sought to wring every shred of pleasure we could from this night.
I held onto her waist and thrust into her as her tits bounced and her hands groped for traction on the bedspread.
I pushed her over the edge into orgasm and her body clenched around me. Her pussy muscles squeezed and milked my cock over and over, and I couldn’t contain myself any longer. That was the best feeling in the world. I came after her, long spurts of come jetting into her body over and over again. Spent, I nearly collapsed with the force of my release.
I stayed inside her as I caught my breath, and pressed my face into the crook of her neck. Nothing had ever felt more perfect. More right. I couldn’t let this be it. I didn’t want to let her walk out that door and take the chance that I might not see her again for another ten years..
“Stay,” I said.