“Don’t be shy with me, babe.” He gently but firmly pulled her hands away, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
She turned pink all over at the way his blue eyes caressed every inch of her near-naked body. “Stop looking, please.”
“You can’t stop me from looking at what’s mine.” Unable to control himself, he bent down and nuzzled her breast before cupping it and feeding himself with one lovely rose-tipped breast. Her nipple puckered in his mouth and he started sucking on it.
“Dylan!” She screamed. She moaned. She cried. She threatened to push him off the bed with the way her body instantly jerked and arched at the way he was sucking so hungrily at her nipple. And when he moved to her other breast, worshipping it the exact same way, she could only react the exact same way, too.
Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her fingers slowly curling up and then sinking into his hair. Without being aware of it, Bree was pushing his head closer to her breasts, wanting more of his intoxicating kiss.
“Dylan...” Her head tossed from one side to another on the pillow as sensation after sensation battered her mind and body. They were so exquisitely hot to the point where it was so agonizingly beautiful, it drove her incoherent.
All she could do was wish that it would last longer and longer and longer—-
“Aaaaaaaaah.” She nearly came off the bed again when she felt him ripping her panties off with one hard jerk. It should have scared her, but instead it only made Bree want him more.
For so long...God, for so long she had prayed that he would want her as much as she wanted him – love her as much as she loved him. Now that it had come true, she knew it would take no more than a few strokes and she would climax.
And then it started, those strokes Bree feared and yearned for, touches that alternated between bold and gentle, tender and rough but always carnal, sweet, and possessive.
“Oh...oh...” Her fingers dug into his upper back, nails scraping against his skin as one finger sank in.
Dylan almost swore at the impossible tightness of Bree’s pussy. “Shit, you’re so wonderfully tight.” Just one finger in and it felt like he couldn’t push another one to fit. The thought of such tightness, of how it would suck his cock and grip it when it was time to take her virginity, made him groan again.
He started to move his finger slowly, waiting for her body to relax before increasing the pace. When she started to move her hips on her own, Dylan thrust another finger inside her, slowly but steadily, not giving her time to think.
Her nails raked against his back and the fiery sensation just pushed him closer to the edge. “Come for me, babe, let me see how much I can please you.” He thrust his fingers faster, in, out, in, out, the wet sounds driving his cock wild as it practically tried to shove its way out of his pants – and into Bree’s lovely little core.
“Dylan, please...”
Two fingers thrust as deeply as possible, Dylan moved his thumb up to circle her clit before pressing it hard.
“Dylan!” The pleasure came from nowhere and everywhere, taking her completely by surprise. She shuddered and whimpered, unable to think of anything but how she could prolong this sensation and claim it as hers forever.
By the time she had recovered, Dylan had already taken his clothes off and they lay strewn on the floor with her gown and torn panties. Bree gazed at the litter of fabrics on the floor with unfocused eyes, her body still floating.
She heard the vague sound of a wrapper being torn off and knew that he was sheathing himself. She could only be thankful that he thought of it. She wouldn’t have. She couldn’t have, not after that mind-blowing orgasm.
“Babe, look at me.”
She did.
“Are you all right?” Dylan demanded tensely.
“I am...” She looked at him more closely and saw that behind the concern was something turbulent.
“Dylan.” Her voice reached out to him, pulling him away from the nightmares that she now knew he constantly battled with.
He looked at her, the darkness not completely gone from his gaze.
She couldn’t understand it, didn’t understand it, and might never understand it. Dylan would always be older than her, be more mature and experienced, and he would always have secrets from her because of the past.
But none of it mattered because Bree knew him better than he realized.
“Dylan.” This time, her voice was firmer, more insistent. He looked at her again and this time, her gaze clung to his as she whispered, “Please take me now.”
The words unchained him, shoving him back to reality. He kissed her, his body settling down on top of her, the weight deliciously threatening. But before Bree could take it all in, Dylan was kissing her again. This time, his kiss was demanding and all-consuming, the kind that commanded her not to think and simply enjoy his touch.