I sucked in a breath when he knelt in front of me and tugged at the loose fabric at my hips. My pants slid down my legs and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to my lower belly. I stepped out of them when they pooled at my feet. Dalton stood and removed his shirt. We didn’t speak a word as I reached for the button on his pants and popped it free. I unzipped him; my movements, fueled by lust and impatience, were much faster than his had been. He let out a muted chuckle as I pushed his pants down his legs.
Once they were off, he lifted me and placed me in the center of my bed. Kissing me sweetly, he moved his lips lower, trailing scorching hot kisses down my body until he reached the edge of my panties. They were plain white cotton, not the sexy satin and lace I’d worn on our trip, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He just wanted them off and I concurred.
I held my breath as he hooked his fingers beneath the edges and shimmied them down my legs. I was finally bare to him and I couldn’t wait to have his hands and mouth on me, not to mention the steel length currently tenting his boxers several inches away from his body. I swallowed hard, remembering how he felt, how full I’d been when he buried himself inside me. Was my body still accustomed to his size after weeks of being apart? I supposed we were about to find out.
He settled between my legs and kissed my lower belly again, moving down my pelvis. My legs fell open for him on instinct, as though I had no control over them. His hot tongue darted out, finding my clit, and my back arched off the bed. That one quick swipe sent a shockwave of pleasure through my core. His large hands framed my hips, pinning me into place. His tongue swirled and I writhed as he brought me to the edge. A high cry of pleasure escaped my lips as my orgasm crashed over me.
“Fuck, I missed that sound,” he declared, crawling back up my body. He kissed me long and deep as he rolled his hips and I bucked against him. My body was primed and sensitive, every nerve ending alight with hunger.
I needed him. Every touch, every sound he made, every word he spoke to me had my desire skyrocketing. I lifted my legs, digging my heels into his ass cheeks. They caught his boxers and I pushed against the fabric. My hands slid down the front of his body and grappled for the waistband. He realized what I was trying to do and lifted from my body to help me remove his underwear. I watched as he rolled the condom on and my need for him crescendoed.
I pushed myself off the bed and sat up on my knees. He met me in the middle, wrapping his arms around my waist as his lips found mine. I let him kiss me, his large hand gripping me by the nape as he slid his hot tongue over mine. I only granted him access for a few seconds before I pushed against his chest. When we broke apart, his eyes searched mine, looking to see what was wrong. He wouldn’t find anything but passion and a poignant longing over a decade in the making.
I pressed forward until he had no choice but to sit and straddled his hips. He reached back with one arm to brace his weight and curled the other around my back, bringing our bodies flush with each other.
“Let your hair down,” he requested, his voice husky and eyes hooded.
I did as he instructed and pulled the elastic band from my hair, letting the heavy strands fall over my shoulders. He speared his hands into it and brought my mouth to his. I lifted up just enough so he was poised at my entrance. He groaned against my lips and I felt the sound from the tips of my breasts to the tight channel between my legs that already pulsated with need. I lowered myself onto him slowly, letting my body stretch and adjust inch by pleasurable inch. We moaned in unison when he was fully seated inside me. I opened my eyes and found him watching me, a look of pure adoration brightening his dark brown irises. The sight made my heart flutter and my belly tighten. His look turned my insides to mush.
Needing to move, I flexed my hips and Dalton sucked in a sharp breath. His hands went to my hips, his fingers digging in as he gripped me tight. I leaned back, angling my body so he could hit all the right spots. His fingers found the tender bud just above where our bodies connected and circled it. Tension coiled tight in my lower belly as heat pooled between my thighs. After weeks without Dalton’s touch, my orgasm was like a spring that had been compressed for too long. Once it was let go, it exploded violently, shaking my entire body.
Dalton flipped me onto my back and pounded into me. My orgasm was starting to wane when another took its place. My muscles clenched, gripping him tightly and pulling the climax from him as my body delivered another delicious release. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and barely holding his full weight off my body with his arms.
When he slipped out of me, I felt the loss more deeply than I could have imagined. That searing, soul-deep connection was broken and I wanted it back. He got up and walked to the door, giving me an unobstructed view of his perfectly sculpted backside. Everything from his back, to his ass, to his powerful hamstrings looked as though he’d been carved from marble. He was rock solid, his muscles perfectly cut and defined. He cracked the door open and peeked out into the hallway. When he saw the coast was clear, he stepped out, returning a minute later, the used condom discarded.
He pulled me into his arms, placing a soft kiss on my lips and then my forehead. “How the hell did I survive so long without that?” he asked, cradling me to his chest.
“The question is, how did I?” His chest vibrated with laughter.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
Dalton turned down the covers and we slipped between the sheets. He brought our naked bodies together, pulling me into his embrace. My cheek rested against his chest and my arm was slung over his abdomen. His fingers stroked lightly over my back and arm, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin once again. After a few minutes his movements ceased and his whole body tensed.
“Where are your parents?”
“At a dinner party.”
He released a breath and continued running his fingers over my skin. “I hope they haven’t come home in the last twenty minutes.”
“Psh, try ten,” I taunted with a giggle.
“What?” he said, sitting up and feigning offense. “It was at least fifteen.”
“Twelve, tops,” I teased. He rolled us over, landing on top of me.
“Fourteen,” he countered, pinning my arms above my head.
“Twelve and a half.” The laugh fell from my lips at the heated look in his gaze.
“Thirteen.” His eyes flashed to my mouth and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.
“Okay,” I agreed huskily. “I’ll give you that.”
“What else will you give me?” He punctuated the question with a roll of his hips. He was hot and hard, his body ready for round two.
I reached down and palmed him in answer. He groaned and his lips descended to mine.
“Think you can make it to twenty minutes this time?”
“Think you can handle me for twenty minutes?”
I wasn’t sure, but I was definitely up for the challenge.
And I was glad I grabbed that second condom.
Dalton
I woke to warm, vanilla scented skin and curled around the soft body lying next to me in the bed.
Taylor.
Last night was intense. Weeks of misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and sexual frustration culminated in the best make up sex anyone has ever had. I’d come over here hoping she would let me explain what happened and hopefully forgive me for being such a damn idiot. I didn’t expect explosive, mind blowing sex to follow.