8
D
ylan rose to his feet long enough to shuck his briefs. Talia sighed at the sight of his fully aroused cock. Long and thick with a slight curve at the tip, it fit perfectly inside her.
A drop of pre-cum formed at the slit. She yearned to lick it off, then keep licking the entire length of his hard flesh and tight balls.
Instead of joining her on the bed again, he grasped her ankles and tugged until her hips lay on the edge of the bed. “I made you come with my fingers,” he said, parting her labia with his thumbs. “Now I’m going to make you come with my tongue.”
Talia longed to feel his cock thrusting into her channel, but couldn’t find a reason to complain about his statement. After all, they had the rest of the day to make love. There could be many, many orgasms between them.
She sighed at the first stroke of his tongue. It came gently, as if he knew her clit would still be sensitive from her climax. He licked up and down the folds with the same easy touch. A finger entered her channel, another breached her anus. He didn’t move them, but left them still while he lapped at her clit.
Talia hooked her hands behind her knees and spread them wide.
“That’s the way. Give me lots of room to eat this pretty pussy.” He kissed the inside of each of her thighs. “You’re beautiful here. Pink. Wet. Swollen.” He swept his tongue across her clit again. “Delicious.”
Now he settled in to feast. His fingers pumped in and out of her body while his teeth and tongue did wicked things to her cunt. He placed his lips directly over her clit and sucked.
The top of Talia’s head blew off when the orgasm hit. Or that’s the way her head felt. Her body jerked, goose bumps erupted all over her skin. She cried out when the intense pleasure raced through her body, then settled in her womb. Her pussy and anus pulsed around Dylan’s fingers.
Her arms trembled so, she couldn’t hold up her legs any longer. They fell to the bed as she tried to catch her breath. Dylan slid his hands beneath her ass and continued licking her. Only after she’d regained control of her heart and lungs did she slip one hand beneath his chin and guide his mouth away from her.
“Fuck me. Now.”
She backed to the middle of the bed while he picked up his jeans, removed his wallet from the back pocket. He opened it, and froze. “Shit,” he muttered. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t put any more condoms in my wallet.” He dropped the useless piece of leather to the floor. “Do you have any?”
The hopeful look he gave her would normally make her laugh. Not now, not when she wanted him so much. “No.” She rose to her knees, laid her hands on his chest. “Do you trust me?”
A confused look crossed his face, as if he didn’t understand how she could ask such a question. “Of course I do.”
“I’m on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’m clean, Dylan.”
He tunneled his hands into her hair. “I’m clean, too. I swear it.”
“Then there’s no reason to stop, is there?”
He didn’t answer her question with words, but with a kiss. Holding her tightly, he lowered them both to the bed. Talia immediately parted her legs and made a place for him between them. His firm cock pressed against her belly.
“I need to thrust, darlin’,” he said between kisses. “I need to thrust hard and fast. You okay with that?”
Most definitely okay with that, Talia lifted her hips to accept his entrance. Dylan had said he needed hard and fast, yet he slid his shaft into her one slow inch at a time. Once fully seated, he lay still while he kissed her, over and over.
“You aren’t moving,” she whispered against his lips.
“I’m savoring. It’s been years since I’ve made love without a condom.”
“Me, too.” She smiled. “It feels really good.”
“
You
feel really good.” He pulled his hips back a few inches, then thrust forward. He repeated the action while nibbling on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Mmm, yeah. So good.”
He still didn’t start thrusting the way he said he needed to. To urge him in that direction, Talia gripped his ass, dug her fingernails into the firm flesh. “Move.”
Dylan gasped, then laughed. “Pushy, aren’t you?”
“
You’re
the one who said you needed to thrust hard and fast. So
move
.”
His smile faded as he began to do just that. He propped himself on his hands, stared at the spot where their bodies joined together. Talia did the same, loving the way his cock looked covered in her juices. He pulled it all the way out of her, then pushed back in to his balls. After repeating that process three times, he settled on top of her again. Burying his face against her neck, he began to pump.
Talia shifted her hips a few inches to get the perfect stimulation to her clit.
There. Oh, yes, there.
Each of Dylan’s thrusts brushed all the sensitive parts of her pussy. Despite the glorious orgasms she’d already had, another one built inside her, ready to gallop through her body.
Then, he stopped moving.
Talia came crashing back to earth before she had the chance to fly to the heavens. She slapped one of his butt cheeks. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m too close to coming.”
“So was I, until you stopped.”
“I’m sorry.” He kissed her softly. “It feels so good inside you. I don’t want to come yet.”
Her frustration disappeared. She understood exactly how he felt. “There’s no reason why you can’t come more than once, is there?”
“Hardly.”
“Well, then . . .” Gripping his ass, she lifted her hips while she nipped his chin. “Move.”
He did as she ordered, his thrusts slowly picking up speed until he pistoned into her. Talia’s pleasure quickly built again, until it peaked in a toe-curling climax. She held tightly to Dylan while he continued to pump. Perspiration beaded his skin, he breathed in and out of his mouth. His hot breath brushed her ear, causing goose bumps to pebble her flesh again.
“You’re so tight.
God,
Talia, you take me perfectly.”
His movements stopped, then his body gave a hard jerk and he groaned loudly. Talia could feel his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum.
Dylan didn’t move, other than to brace his weight on his forearms. Talia caressed his back and butt while his heart slowed from its fierce pounding. Her own heart coasted back to its normal rhythm, her lungs no longer fought for air.
The things he did to her body amazed her.
Dylan gently pulled out of her and rolled to his back, eyes closed. His cock lay against his thigh, somewhat relaxed but not completely soft. Talia couldn’t resist running one finger over it, liking the way it felt wet with her cream.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said with his eyes still closed.
“I can’t touch you?”
“As long as you don’t want sex again for about three weeks, you can touch me.”
She rolled to her side toward him. “
Three weeks?
No way, buddy.”
He cracked open one eye to peer at her. “You’re heartless, do you know that? You damn near killed me and you want more?”
“Hey, you said you could come more than once.”
“I didn’t mean in ten minutes.”
“You didn’t have any trouble coming a second time in ten minutes last night.”
A smug grin turned up his lips. “Yeah, that’s true.”
Three orgasms should’ve been enough. Her body felt deliciously tired and sated, yet the sight of Dylan lying nude on her bed made her want him again. She drew a figure eight on his chest with the finger that had caressed his cock, leaving a thin trail of her essence on his skin. “Maybe a little help would speed up that three weeks.”
He opened both eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
She leaned over and covered his mouth with hers. Cradling his jaw, she rubbed his cheek with her thumb as she kissed him. She caressed his lips with hers slowly, gently, in no hurry to stop.
He slid one hand up and down her back and over one buttock. Talia traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, nipped at the pulse that once again fluttered in his neck.
A deep growl came from his throat.
Talia traveled down his body, dropping kisses along the way. She whisked her tongue over each nipple, bit the firm muscle of his breast. The soft hair on his stomach tickled her lips. She licked and nibbled his stomach, darted her tongue into his navel.
“Talia.” His voice came out low and guttural.
Continuing her journey south, she ran her tongue down his happy trail, through his pubic hair, until she reached his hardening cock. Gripping the base of it, she swept her tongue around the head. She slid her mouth down his length and back to the tip. One more path around the head and she took him in her mouth, sucking hard as she moved her lips up and down his shaft.
Dylan drove the fingers of one hand into her hair. “Damn, you are really good at that.”
She looked into his eyes as she continued to lick his now fully hard cock. Wanting to add to his pleasure, she wet one finger and slid it beneath his balls to circle his anus.
His hand fisted in her hair. “You need to stop before I come.”
Ignoring his command, Talia continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft. She tickled his anus with her finger another moment, then pushed it inside his ass. Dylan hissed.
“Oh, yeah. Go deeper, darlin’.”
Talia added a second finger, pushing them as far inside his ass as she could reach. Dylan’s body jerked. “Fuck!” he muttered. He arched his hips, squeezed his eyes closed. Warm semen hit the back of her throat. Talia greedily swallowed every drop.
She rose to her knees between his legs. Dylan slowly opened his eyes. They burned with desire, even though he’d just climaxed. That look made even more moisture flood her already wet channel.
Dylan touched his mouth. “I want your pussy right here.”
Obeying him instantly, Talia climbed up his body and did as he commanded. Clutching the headboard, she waited for what he would do.
Dylan gripped her buttocks and spread them far apart. His talented tongue flashed over her clit, dove into her sheath, skittered across her anus. His tight hold on her ass kept her from moving more than an inch or two. He held her in place and licked her pussy easy, unhurried, letting her desire climb again.
It took mere moments for the direct stimulation to those sensitive nerves to push her over the edge. A keening moan rippled from her throat when the pleasure galloped up from her toes to envelop her entire body.
Too weak to move, Talia hung on to the headboard to hold her upright. The bed dipped as Dylan scooted from beneath her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, guided her back to the bed. He lay on his side, tugged her into the circle of his arms. “Love you,” he whispered before kissing her nape.
“Love you, too,” she said, and closed her eyes.
Dylan silently cheered when the Cowboys made a touchdown. He didn’t want to make too much noise and wake Talia. They’d both fallen asleep after making love, but he awoke after a few minutes. Covering her with the light blanket at the end of the bed, he’d gathered up his clothes and left the bedroom.
He had no doubt she’d want to talk when she awoke. He’d told her he’d explain about his hesitance to get involved with her, yet he didn’t know how he could do that. She’d hate him when she knew about his past.
She’d hate him anyway, when he broke her heart.
You’ve fucked this up big time, Westfield.
Soft hands slid down his chest while warm lips kissed him beneath his ear. Dylan turned his head and smiled at Talia. “You’re awake.”
“Why didn’t you wake me when you got up?”
“You looked so pretty sleeping, I didn’t want to bother you.”
She rounded the couch and sat by him. Dylan wrapped his arm around her, tucked her next to his side. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Who’s winning?”
“Redskins, but only by two points.”
Talia reached across him, picked up his beer bottle from the end table, and took a drink. He couldn’t resist teasing her about drinking his beer without asking. “Oh, so it’s going to be that way, huh? A guy tells a gal he loves her and suddenly everything he has is hers?”
“Yepper, that’s the way it works.”
Her eyes sparkled with happiness. A hard kick to the stomach couldn’t hurt him any more than the pain he would experience when he told her the truth and she turned away from him.
She must have sensed his unease for the joy faded from her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I, uh, promised I’d talk to you after we made love, about why I avoided you for two years.”
Talia straightened. “Why did you?”
“To protect you.”
“Dylan, why would I need protection from you?”
He picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned off the TV. He supposed the best way to start would be with his mother. “I was fourteen when my mother died. She got sick with a really nasty virus and went downhill quickly.” He rubbed his forehead, where sweat began to form. “I think she willed herself to die so she could escape from my father.”
Talia lightly touched his arm. “Did he abuse her?”
Dylan nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t so bad when he didn’t drink, but he was a mean drunk. She used to tell me to hide when he came home. She took whatever he gave her to protect me.”
Unable to sit still, Dylan stood up to pace. “I begged her to leave. I told her the two of us could just disappear. But I’d heard him tell her many times that if she ever left him, he’d hunt her down, tie her up, and make her watch while he beat me.” He pushed his hair off his forehead. “He’d never hit me in my life, just her. That changed when she died.”
He glanced at Talia. It didn’t surprise him to see tears glittering in her eyes.