That’s not what stops me. It’s the look of pure pleasure on Candy’s face as she stands in the shower with her head tipped back. Her luscious curves on full display, with her hourglass figure. The curve of her neck, down to the slope of her breasts. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my mouth on her dark, cherry-colored nipples, her stomach that has a slight curve to it. It makes me want to see her swollen with our child.
My gaze travels down to the small patch of hair she has at the apex of her thighs and heat flares in my body. Her hips are the perfect shape. I can’t wait to have my hands on them, while I’m on my knees tasting her pussy. I want to know how she tastes when she comes. Will she grab on to me or will she be shy as she comes?
“Candy,” I sigh aloud.
Her head comes up sharply, when she hears me say her name. “Dylan. I thought you weren’t getting in with me.” She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, almost as if she’s contemplating covering herself up or wringing her hands again, like she always does when she’s nervous.
I step into the shower, my hands going to her hips and grasping them. My lips find hers and I’m kissing her as I walk her backwards until her back hits the tile wall. I’m as gentle as I can be with all of this desire built up inside of me.
I drag my hands down to the back of her thighs, as I continue to deepen our kiss. I lift her legs up, holding her open with my hips between hers.
“I need you, Candy,” I mumble into her ear.
“I need you too, Dylan. So much,” she replies huskily.
“We’re not making love like this the first time, no matter how much I want to sink inside you. I’ll take the edge off for both of us though,” I tell her, as our foreheads are resting against each other.
I take my hips and glide my cock through the lips of her pussy, feeling her warmth and slickness. I’m tempted to drop down on my knees and taste her. But I’m greedy, I want to watch her face light up as she comes and then I want to paint her perfect fucking body with my come.
She works her hips in time with mine, both of us breathing heavy, and her tits are fucking bouncing so perfectly. If I could, I’d worship them for hours, I fucking would. I make a mental note to do just that.
“Oh god, Dylan,” she moans, and my mouth seeks hers to keep her quiet. The last thing I want is to be interrupted while she’s in the throes of ecstasy.
“Just like that Candy, rock your hips, honey,” I tell her, and I can feel the tingle in my spine telling me I’m about to explode.
I’m holding back until she falls apart in my arms.
“Help me, I’m almost there,” she whimpers. I graze my teeth along her neck, and nip at the skin where her throat meets her shoulder and that’s all it takes. She comes apart right in front of me.
Watching her, her head is tilted back, her mouth is open with an expression of awe. I’m coming right along with her. My come is painting her body and I can’t wait to see it dripping out of her pussy.
Once we both come down from our high, we rinse off quickly. I step out of the shower and hold the towel for her.
It takes me seconds to dry off and then I’m helping Candy. Her eyes are getting drowsy and I know she’ll be fast asleep in my arms tonight.
16
Candy
Sleeping in Dylan’s bed last night with our naked bodies together, our legs entwined together, and my head on his chest, as he lazily played with my hair — I was instantly in a dream like state.
The only noise we both could hear was the static coming in from the baby monitor he has set up for Johnny. Apparently, he likes to get up in the middle of the night and wander down to the kitchen for a snack. Something Dylan is fine with, he just wants to make sure he wakes up in case Johnny needs him.
It’s one of the things that’s making me fall in love with Dylan. The way he is with Johnny. You don’t see that a lot anymore. Parents are too busy in their own world to even stop to think of their kids. It’s refreshing and I found the noise slowly lulled me to sleep, but not before I heard Dylan say, “Can’t wait to see what our future brings.”
I woke up refreshed and slipped on the pair of shorts and tee shirt Dylan gave me. I was somehow able to sneak out of bed and rummage through the kitchen for coffee and to start making breakfast for both Johnny and Dylan.