I lost his mouth and let out a sound of loss, then groaned when he pinched my beaded nipple between his fingertips, his lips coming to my ear.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” he murmured in my ear, causing shock and heat to rush through me.
He’d never talked to me like that, in bed or out, and I found it terribly arousing. So much so that I wanted to say something back, to talk dirty with him, but I found it hard to push the words past my lips.
I gasped and moaned, taking the tip of him inside, then bobbing in place, hoping to show him that I liked what he was doing, even if I couldn’t quite voice it.
“That’s right, tease me,” he said, his breath hot on my ear, before he sucked the lobe into his mouth and scraped the tender flesh with his teeth. “I want you to fuck me, Laurel. Fuck me until you come. Hard.”
“Yes,” I managed. It wasn’t what I wanted to say, but I hoped it was enough to encourage him to keep talking.
Not bothering to take off my clothes, my tits hanging over the top of my tank, I lowered myself on his cock until I was fully seated.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said when I sat up, his hands coming to cup my heavy breasts. Dillon’s thumbs rubbed my hard nipples as I began to move, rocking my hips so that my clit brushed against his pelvic bone. “That’s right, baby, ride me.”
Jesus.
I put my hands on his chest and rose, taking him almost fully out of me, then teasing him, and myself, by lowering, then rising, then lowering again, until I slammed back down and braced myself, then began to ride.
It didn’t take long until my orgasm began to build, I pinched Dillon’s nipples while he kneaded my ass and urged me faster.
When it hit, my eyes held his and I moaned, “I love you so much,” then came apart. He kept my hips moving while I floated on the wave of my orgasm, until he came as well.
“Laurel,” he called, making my eyes open to find his again. “I love you, too,” Dillon said, then bucked beneath me and found his release.
I rocked gently against him, milking our pleasure for as long as I could, then collapsed on top of him.
Once I found my breath again, I kissed his chest, then his throat, his chin, and his lips.
“Want to get breakfast?” I asked, suddenly starved.
“Sounds great,” Dillon said. “I know just the place.”
43
Dillon
When Laurel was ready, this time dressed in a pretty blue sundress that matched her eyes, we got in my car to go grab breakfast.
I knew she expected me to take her
to the diner, or another restaurant, but it was Sunday, which meant family brunch. And I figured what better way to let Laurel know that I meant everything I said, that I loved her, and wanted to eventually marry her and have children, than to show my family that we were together.
“Isn’t this the way to your Aunt Annabeth’s?” she asked, turning in her seat to look at my profile.
I smiled and said, “Yup.”
“Oh my God, are we going to brunch?” Laurel asked, and her tone had me turning my head to look at her.
“Is that okay?” I asked, hoping she didn’t think it was too soon.
Laurel bit her lower lip and nodded.
“I love Lewis family Sunday brunch,” she said, then her voice lowered as she admitted, “And, I’ve always dreamed of coming to a brunch with you. I know, I’ve been before with Jasmine, but…”
“I get it,” I said, pleased that she was as excited about coming out as my girlfriend as I was.
She took a deep breath and blew it out.