Secret Designs(53)

"Ah!"

"What else do you want, baby?" he asked hoarsely.

"My pussy, please," she cried softly, need overriding shyness.

"Yeah? What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me there."

He straightened as he spread her legs wider apart. His hands stroked her thighs slowly before he let his fingers get closer to her wet centre. He ran his thumbs around the lips then he wet them with her juices.

She moaned, the anticipation burning her up further.

Dylan shifted her bottom closer to the edge of the table and arranged a couple of chairs on either side of him. He grabbed her left leg and let it rest on a chair, doing the same for the right one. Now she was splayed before him, and panting loudly.

He stared at her with lusty, hooded eyes, his hard, erect cock jerking in the air.

Her chest heaved at the sight of him, her mouth open to take in more air.

Dylan stroked his beautiful hardness with his hand before he stepped between her legs to slowly tease her entrance with his engorged length, coating the tip with her wetness.

"Dylan," she cried, her hips bucking involuntarily, her body wanting to take him in.

But he resisted. Instead, he brought his shaft to touch her swollen nub and stroked it with his manly heat.

"Oh, God," she groaned. Her pelvis was restless as he played with her clit with his erection.

"Oh baby, I can't wait to put this inside you. You're so fucking hot," he said breathlessly.

"Now," she whimpered.

"You want it now?" he asked huskily.

"Yes, please."

"Like this?" He inserted the head and pulled out, then in again, then out again...and again...each time only thrusting a couple of inches in.

"Baby," she panted. "More please."

He drove in again, much deeper this time, then pulled right out and stroked her clit with his cock...then in again, then out, then to her clit.

"Dylan," she moaned. "You're driving me crazy."

"Oh, God, sweetheart, so are you," he groaned before thrusting in her, sheathing himself to the hilt and moving in and out, this time not leaving her.

Together they panted and moaned as Dylan drove into her over and over, again and again, tirelessly.

"Ahh, yes...please...Oh, God..." She was almost incoherent, pleasure swamping her whole being, as Dylan's hardness stroked her inner walls.

His thumb moved to her clit, and he rubbed as his thrusting increased, his breathing harsh, heavy and loud.

"Dylan!!" she cried, her head thrown back as she convulsed all around him, stars swimming in her eyes.

He wasn't far behind.

"Arrggh...Ari...arrrggghh!!"

*

"That was very naughty, doing it here," she said as Dylan helped her off the dining table.

He pulled her in his arms, chuckling. "Well, you seemed to enjoy it."

"Is your hunger satisfied?" she asked, scrunching her face at him playfully.

He grinned. "Oh yeah. For now. But you already know I never get enough of you," he said softly, kissing her on the lips.

She sighed as she wrapped her arms around him, revelling in his tender embrace and in the afterglow of their lovemaking.





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Ari sat contentedly on Dylan's lap while they soaked in the morning sun on his balcony.

"I have to go home soon, honey," Ari murmured, but she was too lazy to move. It was too beautiful a day, and much too sweet being in his arms to want to be anywhere else.

"Do you have to?" Dylan asked, tightening his arms around her.

"Yes. I have to work. Aren't you busy, too?"

He sighed. "Yes. Can you stay here again tonight? I'll pick you up around dinner time?"

"Okay, but I'll drive. It will be easier for me to drive home the next morning."

"Maybe you can bring enough of your clothes here so you won't have to worry about an overnight bag every time," he said against her neck.

"That's a good idea," she smiled, stroking his arm lightly.

"And maybe you can set up the other spare room here as your other work room."

She twisted around to look at him. "Why?"

"So you won't need to hurry home, like during weekends for example. You can do some work while hanging around with me."

She stared at him. It made sense. Geez, it was a great idea. But …

Dylan raised his eyebrows at her in query.

"I guess I could do some sketching and designing here."

"Do you need your sewing machine?"

"No. I can do without it. I already send most of my sewing work to contractors. But wedding dresses are a different story altogether. I do all the hand-stitching and beading on them. I wouldn't trust anyone else with them. And I have another order to work on after I finish Jasmine's. One of my former officemates is getting married, and she asked me to make her dress."