I grip the edges of the machine, holding on for dear life as Dillon ravishes me with his fingers and his tongue while the vibrations from the machine send me into another realm. My booted legs wrap around his neck, and the sight of his blond head bobbing up and down wrecks me. It’s been so long since I was touched it doesn’t take much to have me shooting for the stars. When Dillon hooks his fingers inside me and gently bites my clit, I explode, screaming his name as I come apart on his face.
I melt against him as he lifts me off the machine. “Holy hell, Dil,” I rasp. “That was definitely Oscar worthy.”
“We’re so fucking good together,” he reminds me, kissing me hard as he plants my feet on the ground. “Here, put these on. Ash will throw a hissy fit if I don’t get you back to her ASAP.” He hands me a pair of my lace panties, and I narrow my eyes suspiciously.
“Where did you get these?”
Fake innocence drenches his handsome features. “From your bedroom. Where else?”
“You were rooting through my underwear drawer?” I shriek.
He holds up his hands. “What else was a guy to do? I’ve had the worst case of blueballitis this side of the Pacific. Sniffing your knickers never fails to get me off in record time,” he admits, smirking, as he grabs a pair of sweats from the laundry basket and pulls them on.
I gawk at him. “You are a very disturbed individual.” I grab the machine to steady myself as I pull on my stolen panties.
He shrugs. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“How many did you steal?” I inquire as he takes my hand, hauling me into his warm bare chest.
“A handful.”
I shake my head, but I’m smiling. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I can think of lots of things.” He bends down to kiss me. “All of them X-rated.” He thrusts against me, demonstrating he’s hard again. “See what you do to me? I’m so hot for you, sweetheart. I’m hard all the damn time.”
My hands creep up his chest. “I know you are, and I promise I’ll be ready soon.”
His features soften, and he gazes adoringly at me as he brushes hair over my shoulder. “You set the pace, Viv, and I’m happy. So fucking happy. Never feel under pressure to have sex with me. I can wait. This is more than enough. More than I ever thought I’d have again. I just love existing with you.”
Tears prick my eyes. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel content again. You have given me so much, Dillon,” I croak.
“You have given me everything, Viv.” He circles his arms around me, holding me close. “You have given me Easton, and I have you. I don’t need anything else. I’m the happiest man on the planet.”