He took advantage of the stalled moment to stalk over to his destination without any further mishaps and lowered them carefully. The chair sat low with a single back piece shaped like a half-moon around the plush cushion. Simple and elegant in design with a deep purple microfiber almost as soft as Alyssa’s skin.
The top of the backrest stopped just below his shoulder blades as he leaned against it and positioned her knees on either side of his hips. Dillon forced himself to hold still, fighting the desperation for her that rode him so hard that sweat broke out on his skin and his molars were ground to dust. But all that was forgotten when she cupped the underside of her left breast and slowly leaned forward to feed it to him. Watching her carnal side come out of hiding was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
More than happy to follow her lead, he sat up and attacked the mound as he would her mouth. She moaned her pleasure as he drew it deep. He sucked, licked, and even lightly scraped. He loved the feel of her supple flesh giving under the pressure of his lips and tongue and hearing the catch in her breath when he teased her with his teeth. By the time he released it, her nipple looked like a work of art, swollen and red with its hard tip drawn tight. Then he devoured the other one to make them a matching set.
When he finished, she lifted herself up and held. The cool air grazing his sensitive flesh felt like sheer torture compared to the hot cocoon of her pussy. The look on her face told him she wouldn’t drop until she was good and ready, her attempt at taking control, and he let her have it. Who was he to deny her the chance to explore this new power she held over him? The question would be whether or not he survived it.
Inch by excruciating inch, Alyssa lowered herself until completely seated and he felt the head of his cock nudge her back wall. He swallowed a groan in his throat as sensation rippled from the tip to settle in his balls.
After what felt like hours, she at last took pity on him. Splaying her hands over his chest, she began to move in a steady rhythm. Her motions slow, her hips rolled over him like decadent waves lapping at his body. Dillon palmed the smooth globes of her ass and watched her in awe.
She was a thing of pure beauty. Not only in the classic sense of stunning features, flawless skin, and the body of a goddess. But also in the way her breath caught when he showed her tenderness. The way she melted beneath his touch like chocolate in summer. The way she curled into his side and nuzzled his chest as she slept.
The way she looked at him with his love reflecting in her eyes…
Love. The word slipped into his mind as though it belonged there. Like adding the final puzzle piece that solved the mystery of the image. It was a moment of clarity; one he couldn’t believe had taken him so long to see.
He loved her. Soul searing, heart crushing, mind numbing loved her.
“Dillon? Are you okay?”
Shit. He must’ve let his shock show on his face. What an asshole. Cupping her jaw in his hands, he kissed her with all the passion and hunger swimming in his veins…and all the love in his heart. “Yeah, baby,” he said honestly, tracing his thumb over her full lower lip. “As long as you’re in my arms, I’ll always be okay.”
She stopped moving and studied him with that adorable wrinkle puckered between her brows. He mentally sighed. Sometimes he wished her brain had an ON/OFF switch.
Holding her around the waist with one arm, he quickly stood and reversed their positions. Now her ass was at the edge of the seat cushion with the back of the chair supporting her across her shoulders. He hooked her right leg over the side of the chair, opening her up to him.
Dillon held his body up at a forty-five degree angle with one arm. With his free hand, he positioned the head of his cock at her swollen entrance and slowly fed her every last inch. “Ah, Christ,” he swore through a clenched jaw. Her heat branded his sensitive flesh like the sweet burn of whiskey and made him feel just as drunk.
She dug her fingers into his hips as he pulled back and began a nice, steady pace. Both of them watched as he buried himself to the hilt, over and over. Her juices coated him and glistened on her lips as they sucked at him on every withdrawal. Alyssa’s breaths became shallow and her skin dewy as she skirted around her climax.
He changed his angle to rub along her clit on every thrust. She cried out in surprise and her fingers flexed, scoring his skin with her nails as she teetered on the edge. Unwilling to put it off any longer, he bent down and bit the cord of her neck. She sipped in a sharp breath as the pleasure/pain sprayed gasoline on the flames, and she exploded beneath him. Her body curved into his, strung tight like an archer’s bow. Dillon held her close and whispered how perfect and beautiful she was as she shuddered through the waves of pleasure.