There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
Damn these lyrics. I’m not sure about him but they are definitely pushing every emotional button in my body. He moans against me and my eyes roll back into my head, the sensation moving through me like a current. His lips pull my clit into his mouth and I cry out, unable to hold back any longer. “Reese.” I’m panting and moving my hips against his mouth as I come long and hard. His tongue laps up every ounce of my arousal, slowly and tentatively, keeping me on the brink of another orgasm. Gradually releasing me, he places sweet kisses on the insides of my thighs as I stare down at him.
“Come up here.”
He crawls up my body and settles between my legs, gazing down at me as he positions himself at my entrance. I feel him, right there and know that the slightest movement will plunge him into me. But he doesn’t move. His hands hold my face and I stare up at him, hearing the beginning of the song and smiling.
“I like this song.”
“Me too,” he whispers, bending and trailing kisses to my ear. With a slow push, he’s in me and I grip his back tightly, gasping and clinging myself to him. “Fuck,” he says into my ear before he leans up and holds himself above me. Keeping my gaze, he begins moving slowly, his hips thrusting gently into mine. I stare at his chest as it tightens with each push, the muscles in his abdomen rippling with his movements. He’s never been this unhurried with me. This is different, way different than what we’ve done before. The intimacy is pouring straight out of him into me and I feel him everywhere. His eyes are soft and warm, penetrating mine and conveying unspoken words that I pray I’m not misreading. I want to tell him so many things in this moment as he lovingly strokes me, in and out, but I don’t. I wrap my legs around him and let myself feel it.
“Tell me you’ve never done this before,” I whisper, seeing his eyes dilate above me. “That you’ve never made love to anyone but me.”
There’s no hesitation in his reply. “Never. It’s only you, Dylan. Just you.” I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. Our moans are silenced by each other’s mouths and the music that is playing all around us. His panting increases and my hands are gripped as he brings them on either side of my face and laces his fingers through them. I love it when he does that to my hands. It’s such a boyfriend move. My breathing quickens as his tongue works against mine. Slow and steady thrusts, I’m pulsing around him and trying not to end this too soon. Making love to this man has gone way above any expectation I could have conjured. He increases his pace, thrusting deeper and harder and I’m close, so close but I want him to unravel with me. I need it like a drug.
“Come with me,” I beg and he drops his forehead to mine and grunts loudly. I’m there instantly with the look he gives me and fall out around him; trembling against him and feeling his warmth run through me.
“Dylan,” he whispers my name instead of his usual climatic scream, pumps into me and stills, collapsing down on top of me as I soak him and what we just did in. Our breathing is uneven and loud, his blowing across the skin of my neck and mine pushing out above us. I don’t care that his is making me hot, I don’t care that his hip is digging into mine and causing a shooting pain across my pelvis. I don’t want to move. Ever.
“That was…” I start to say but can’t finish because there are no words.
“Yeah, that was…” He kisses my lips quickly before sliding off the bed and muting the music. “Are you sore?” I flick my eyes up to meet his stare. His serious expression also containing a bit of hesitation.
“No, I’m perfect. That was perfect.” It was beyond perfect. I reach up and stretch above my head, as he crawls back over top of me, settling on his side and pulling me close to him.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi, yourself.” His sweet smile pulls at his lips.
“So, tell me all about how you called Joey after I fell asleep Thursday night and not Friday morning.”
His eyes widen and his grin spreads. “I was wondering how long he’d keep that from you. Did he even make it twenty four hours?” His hand reaches up and brushes my hair out of my face, tucking it softly behind my ear.
“No way. Once the wine started flowing Friday night, he blabbed everything.” I reach out and run my hand along his jaw. “I like this, a lot. You should go all scruffy more often.”
“So should you.” His hand brushes between my legs and my eyes widen.
“What? Seriously?” I reply through a shocked grin.
“No, I like you like this. I can see every part of you without anything in my way.” I wiggle my brows at him and his infectious laugh pulls me in. “You know how much I hate anything getting in my way when it comes to you.”
“Is that why you steal my panties? To prevent me from putting a barrier in between us?”
He shrugs playfully, his lips curling up into a smile. “You wax it right?” I nod. “Doesn’t that hurt?”
Yes. “Nah, Will is really gentle.” Oh I’m devious.
“Excuse me?”
My smile cracks through and his face releases some of its tension but not much. He’s too easy. “He is. He’s been doing me for years.”