“Hey, she’s the one who’s married – not me.”
“Well, maybe you’ll think twice before sleeping with the wife of a dodgy Russian next time.”
“I sure will.”
He gazed seductively into her eyes. Sarah suppressed her arousal and cleared her throat. “So… what business are you doing with Orlov exactly? I’m surprised you’d want to get mixed up with him – he always seems so arrogant. I don’t trust people who never smile.”
“I’m just trying to grab some publicity for Grafton Techs – that’s Amy’s company that me and Adam bought. My plan is we sponsor Orlov’s soccer club for one season, get the name of Grafton Techs known, then sell the company for big bucks.”
“But you didn’t expect to fall for his wife?”
“I didn’t fall for her, sweetheart. It was just sex. She enjoyed it and so did I. It was a weird situation, though. She kept asking me about my intentions towards Orlov. And about… Ivan. She’d heard about his death somehow. I wondered whether Orlov might be pimping her out as a spy, but I’m not sure. Maybe I’m just too suspicious.”
“You always were.”
Dylan gazed at her. “Don’t judge me on how I was when I was twenty-one, alright. It was a long time ago. I’ve changed a lot. Surely you have?”
“Yeah, I probably have.”
He rested his hand on her knee, sending spirals of lust up her thigh. “I think about you a lot, Sarah. And I didn’t get the chance to thank you for helping me out of this fix tonight.”
Sarah knew where this was heading and she suddenly felt out of control. If she opened herself up to Dylan, it would end in heartbreak again. She stood up. “I need to leave.”
He stood up too and reached out to pull her trembling body into his strong arms. She sank into his toned chest, feeling his hard cock press against her, reminding her of what incredible passion was available if she stuck around. She raised her head and gazed into those captivating brown eyes, which were so full of lust and hunger. He held her tight and lowered his face towards hers, kissing her hard and making her wet with desire. He was irresistible and suddenly she needed to feel him fucking her – just like the old days. It’d been so long since she’d connected with anyone, and here was a man who knew exactly how to cater to her physical and emotional needs. Her body craved Dylan Quinlan, just one last time.
“I’ve missed you so much, Sarah,” he said, between passionate kisses.
Her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve missed you, too. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had. No other man has made me feel like you did.”
He ran his strong fingers through her hair. “Then let me do this for you. It doesn’t need to go further. Let’s just enjoy each other’s bodies again, before we say goodbye.”
He held both her hands and guided her back down to the couch, where they continued to kiss with increasing lust and urgency. Dylan unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her collarbone.
“Your body’s so beautiful,” he said. “It always was, but now…” he caressed her breasts. “Perfect curves, sweetheart.”
Sarah grinned. “Thank you.” She reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, realising that he’d also filled out since they’d last done this. No longer was he a developing young adult; he’d grown into a toned and masculine man, with broad shoulders and a strong body. This felt so natural, yet exciting and subversive. Sarah gazed into his eyes and they shared a smile.
“You’re awesome,” he said. He unhooked her bra and leaned down to suck and tease her nipples. The euphoric sensations that surged through her body from his commanding lips made her mind swirl as if she was drunk. Dylan had always been able to make her climax from nipple-tonguing alone, but – if this was to be their final time together – she wanted to feel him thrusting deep inside.
She eased herself away and stripped off her trousers, feeling proud of what her womanly body had become. Then she sank back into his arms and he kissed her with more passion than ever.
“I want you, Sarah,” he whispered as they kissed. “I need to fuck you into a frenzy – to see you lose control. To hear you scream my name with desire.”
Her body shuddered with lust. “I need it too.”
Still kissing her, he leaned forward and gently forced her back until she was lying on the couch. Dylan crawled over her and kissed her, covering her with his strong, fit body. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he ground his erection into her panties, which reminded her of their first fumbles in the dark, back in college. But he was powerful and dominating now; confident and commanding. It was fabulous to let him do this to her; for her. He reached up and pulled down her panties with strong and experienced hands, then he eased himself down between her thighs to give her oral – teasing her clit in that tantalising way of his and causing a cocktail of lust to shoot through her soul. Continuing to flick her clit with his tongue, he slipped his fingers inside her pussy and rubbed her G-spot hard and fast, making her writhe and groan. She felt out of control for the first time in years and she loved it. She ground herself into his mouth, letting him know she was ready to take his cock deep.
He pushed himself up to kneel between her legs. “Condom,” he said, leaning over to grab his wallet from his jacket. “Keep yourself wet for me, babe.”
Sarah reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, dipping them into her pussy and getting herself ready to receive his long hard cock. It felt naughty to be masturbating for him while he sorted out the protection. He watched her with desirous eyes, then he crawled back over her and kissed her hard, easing his straining erection inside her. He’d always been a bit too big, but she was wet for him, and she kne
w this slight discomfort would be worth the pleasure ahead.
Dylan kissed her on the lips and grabbed her hips roughly, holding her in place and rubbing her clit against his pelvis as he thrust her deeply into pleasure. It’d been too long since she’d been with a man, but this wasn’t just any guy. This was someone who knew her body intimately – who knew exactly how to get her there. He knew, for example, that she loved him to tenderly tweak her nipples as he thrust; to bite her neck and writhe their naked chests together until he consumed her entire world. And as he did each of those things, Sarah felt the orgasm begin to surge at the brink of consciousness.
Through half-closed lust-filled eyes, she saw Dylan raise his head and smile deeply into her soul – fairly lost himself now. His hair was a mess, giving him a wild and manly air, and this visual delight – coupled with his harder and faster thrusting – threw her over the edge. The orgasm caught deep inside, beginning as a tight ball of delight in her pelvis and rushing over her body like wildfire. Her mind flooded with euphoria and her soul rocketed, as he continued to grind deeply at the perfect angle to send her to the place where only pleasure existed. She let out a guttural cry of delight and floated on the waves of ecstasy, letting go and freefalling into Dylan, feeling totally safe with him; disappearing into bliss. Then slowly, as his thrusts slowed and the intense joy faded, she breathed and relished the contentment that tingled through her muscles.
She opened her eyes and saw Dylan’s handsome face grinning at her with pride. She giggled, engulfed by the dreamy post-orgasmic glow.