“Dylan, what are you doing?”
“I’d think that was obvious,” he said, rubbing her bottom in slow circles.
“Someone could walk in,” she whispered, looking over her shoulder at him in horror.
Dylan bit back a grin. “If they do we’ll tell them it’s part of your stress-therapy.” He knew Rogan would be at least another hour and the others were either watching a movie or outside watching the house.
“But to preserve your dignity, I’ll let you keep your panties on.” This time. He pulled down her cotton pants to reveal lacy white panties.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she muttered, tensing.
With a smile, he gathered up her hands and brought them to the small of her back, holding them there with one hand around her wrists. He was always mindful of how much smaller she was in comparison to him. Dylan was used to being larger than everyone else. He liked knowing he had the strength to protect Tilly.
As he smacked his hand down on her buttocks, he was careful not to use his full strength. He
wanted to help ease her stress, to give her something else to focus on. This wasn’t punishment. He stopped after five smacks and rubbed her bottom which was already red.
“Where are you at, Tilly?” he asked.
“Green, Sir.” There was still a tinge of anxiety in her voice. He slipped his hand down to her pussy. Wetness greeted him and he grinned. Damn, he loved this woman.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth. “You taste so good, baby.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this in Rogan’s living room.”
“I’m sure Rogan has done much worse in here.”
She groaned. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
“If you’re still worrying then obviously I’m not doing this right.” He spanked her steadily, moving his hand over her ass cheeks then down her thighs. By the time he stopped they were both breathing heavily and her ass was crimson and hot to the touch.
Dylan slipped his hand between her thighs again. She was slick with arousal and he easily pushed two fingers deep inside her.
“Dylan,” she said, her voice thick with need.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her slick passage, loving the feel of her velvety warmth. Then he slipped them out and moved them to her clit, rubbing it gently.
“Keep your hands at the small of your back,” he ordered. “I want you to come, baby. Come right here on my lap with your ass bright red and my fingers strumming your clit.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“Of course you can. You’ll come for me because that’s what I want. And you want to please me.”
Moving at a steady pace, he tapped her clit until she was shaking with need.
“Come for me. Now!” He increased the pressure on her clit, flicking it firmly until she stiffened and cried out. She shuddered, letting out a low moan as she came. Dylan rubbed her bottom soothingly.
“Good girl, that’s my good girl.” Dylan eased her pants up over her ass then pulled her around so she was resting on his lap. He tugged her in tight against him. “My beautiful, sweet girl.”
He kissed her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Good, sleepy,” she said in a tired voice.
“Just lean on me,” he whispered. “I’ll keep you safe.”
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