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He shook his head, backing away. “Not gonna work. You’re either gonna ask for it, or it’s not gonna—”
He didn’t get the last words out before I lunged forward, catching his lips with mine.
He didn’t hesitate at all, just pulling me on top of him as if he’d been waiting for this since I’d first wound up on his doorstep and the five days since had just been an insanely long foreplay session.
I opened my mouth, sighing a breath into his. He took the invitation, sliding his tongue over my own. I sucked on his bottom lip, relishing the taste of him, a hint of whiskey and something warm and musky that I’d never had before.
I brought my hands around to the collar of his shirt, reaching for the top button, but he stopped my hand. He gave me a last little kiss before pulling away, laughing a little at my moan of protest.
“I want you in my bed,” he said, his words breathless. From the way the sentence ended and how he kept my hands from any more exploring, I knew exactly what he was telling me without saying the words: this was my choice. Everything was my choice.
“Then take me to your bed right now,” I said, more forcefully than I’d intended. “Please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, chuckling as he stood up, hiking one of my legs around his waist so I was tightly wrapped around him. I brought the other leg up and focused on kissing him even harder, reaching down to pull off the black tank top I was wearing.
“No,” he said into my lips as he practically ran with me down the hallway, slipping his hand up under my shirt and caressing my skin. I groaned as I felt his cock stir under his jeans and press up against me.
In his room, he set me down on the bed and wasted no time reaching for the hem of my shirt, almost ripping it in his hurry to get it over my head. He stood back at the sight of me, groaning as he took me in.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I said archly, reaching for his shirt and hurriedly unbuttoning it. He started at the bottom so we worked faster and reached down to kiss me when our hands met.
“It’s been too long. I need a refresher,” he said, stepping back again. He bit his lips in mock confusion. “Hang on, there’s something wrong.”
I looked down, confused, before he leaned forward and tugged my leggings down in one easy, fluid motion, landing on his knees in front of me. He ran two hands slowly up my thighs, one of his fingers sliding under my panties. I moaned as it settled at my entrance, his other hand going around to hook around my ass.
“Can I find out if you taste as good as you feel?” he said, pressing his face into my navel as he pushed his finger into me and laying kisses across my belly.
“Uh-huh,” I said, breathless.
I felt him grin against my skin as he lowered my panties and pushed my legs further apart, taking a deep inhale of my musky scent. I looked down to see him exploring my inner thighs with a thorough focus, continuing to tease my entrance with little grazing touches that were making me crazy.
Finally—finally—he leaned forward to put his tongue directly on my clit and pushed his finger deep inside of me at the same time, and I almost came right then. He kept going, not letting up as he worked his tongue back and forth over my pussy, licking me in long slow strokes. All the while, his finger kept up a steady rhythm inside of me, pressing up against the front wall and hitting my G-spot. He eased another finger into me, and I almost sobbed at the fullness, melting into him.
“Come for me, Macy,” he said into my skin, pressing his finger into exactly the right spot.
What else could I do? I was already there. I pressed his head into me, moaning as the shocks started rippling over my skin, shattering me as I fell headfirst over the edge.
He came up off his knees and climbed onto the bed so I was lying under him. I reached for his belt, working so fast that I almost ripped the sturdy denim as I pulled it off him. His cock was straining impressively against his boxers, and I took a second to hold it through the fabric, marveling at its size as I palmed it.
He moaned, pushing my hand away. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”
I ignored him, reaching down and pushing his boxers off him with my hands and feet until he was completely exposed. Under him, I parted my legs and aligned us so that he was poised at my entrance. “Then go. Now.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me as he eased into me.
It had been a while, and even though I’d just come harder than I ever had, he was still better endowed than any of my other partners had been. I groaned at the fullness as he pushed, seeming to press so deep that I thought we might never separate.
When he was all the way inside me, I hooked one of my feet around him, opening myself even more to him and groaning as he thrust up at the invitation.
His cock seemed to hit that deep, essential part of me every time, and I moaned in response, curling my fingers so my nails pressed into his back. Too much. There was so much intense feeling here, with the taste of me on his tongue, the feel of him inside of me.
He grabbed one of my hands and laced our fingers together, bringing my hand up so that it was pressed into the mattress. With the other, he turned us so that we lay on our sides, getting a new angle so that he could press even deeper into me. I cried out a little bit at the feeling, and he kept going, setting a deep, intense rhythm that I did my best to match.
“Dill—Dillon,” I said, his name coming out strangled, “I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Yes, baby,” he groaned into my mouth, not stopping. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
“I—”
