Revenge #5(30)

His lips taste like heaven. The heat of his hands stokes my flame so easily.

What comes next feels so natural, even after months apart. We keep kissing. I run my fingers through his hair.

He begins to undress me.

I’m like a house on fire as he unbuttons my blouse.

He pushes me onto my back on the desk. He unfastens my bra. His hot mouth closes over my nipple. My back arches, and I whimper with my need for him.

His hands grab me roughly, then gently, like he’s trying to slow down but can’t.

He pulls away from me and gently unzips my skirt and pulls it off. Next are my shoes, and my underwear.

I’m naked, lying back on my old desk.

He tears off his shirt and kneels down. He buries his face between my legs, and for an instant, I remember the crowd screaming his name. He finds my pleasure and soothes me while pushing me higher. I need him so bad.

I push my fingers into his dark hair, cradling the back of his head.

I want everything.

“Dylan, I don’t want to get over you. I want to be with you.”

He looks up, then moves forward, kissing my stomach.

“I’m all yours,” he says. “Today and tonight, and for as long as you’ll have me.”

He moves up to kiss my mouth. His fingers find their way between my legs and push against me.

I moan and arch up to meet him.

He grinds against my leg.

“I’m on birth control now.” I reach down and unbutton his jeans.

He kisses his way down my body.

He flicks one nipple with his tongue. Electricity shoots through me, giving me goosebumps. He kisses my chest, all over, and then moves back down my stomach.

I hear something fall to the floor. I lean my head to the side and see it’s his jeans.

And then he’s between my legs, pushing into me, nothing between us.

I cry out.

He grabs my hips and slides me down the desk toward him.

I can barely breathe as he fills me. He’s bigger than I remember. My toes curl, and my breathing is quick and shallow.

He leans over me, one palm on the desk and one on my breast.

I lift my head up to meet his lips with mine.

He kisses me deeply as he drives himself deeper into me.

I’m gasping as I near my climax, but I hold on.

My eyelids open, and I’m looking up into his eyes. Our mouths are touching, but barely moving.

His body is so tense, all the beautiful muscles of his arms and shoulders defined.

With a grunt, he reaches his arms behind my back and lifts me from the desk.

I wrap my legs around him. I’m quivering, everywhere, as I climax.

He holds me tight as he stands up straight. He plunges into me, moaning and trembling as he comes.

Using my leg muscles, I hold on and keep moving, coaxing out the last waves of pleasure.

I’m only moving slowly when he lays me back down on the desk. My back is damp, and the desk is cool. I shiver, and clench down on him.

He groans and swears softly as he pumps me a few more times before collapsing on me.

I run my fingers through his hair. He rests his cheek against my shoulder.

I stare up at the basement ceiling, with all the dusty old pipes.

I can’t stop smiling, because everything is beautiful.

Even dusty old pipes are beautiful, now that I’m back in Dylan’s arms.