Page 63 of Big Dill

When I finally collapse into a melted, spent puddle, his head lifts, eyes finding mine.

He shakes his head, incredulous. My God. I haven’t even touched him yet, and here he is, looking at me with wonder, like he’s just discovered sex and is about to leave a five-star review.

“Babe,” he murmurs, voice rough, “…that was…like…”

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Brody

“…like a tired dragon wandered south, yawned, and singed the welcome mat,” she says, chest rising and falling rapidly, the faintest spark of playfulness in her eyes.

I bite back a laugh. Where the hell does she come up with these things? “At least you didn’t feel like you needed an emergency flotation device,” I reply, swiping the back of my hand over my damp face, loving the hot wet mess she’s made of me. “I should have had a lifeguard on standby.”

She grins, a tender smile that makes my chest tighten, and places her palm lightly on my cheek, fingers toying with my hair.

“Come here,” she murmurs, tenderness replacing humor as she pulls me to her, and I like this quiet, intimate moment between us.

I climb onto her, groaning as my cock presses hard against my zipper, aching for her. Fuck, I need to be inside her. Her blue eyes are half-lidded, euphoria written across her face as I push her hair back, and she bends her knees, thighs pressing into my hips.

She blinks up at me, neither of us speaking for a moment, as we search each other’s faces. I finally take her hands again, linking our fingers over her head, and find her mouth with mine. Her lips are warm, pliant, and she moans into the kiss, freeing one hand to run along my back. Her nails grazing my bare skin lightly, sending shivers down my spine. I push against her, hips straining, and she moves with me, massaging me through my unforgiving jeans.

“Brody…” Her voice trembles, and I hesitate, worried I’m crushing her.

I’m about to move, but she gives me a little push. My instinct is to apologize, but she interrupts with a low, needy whisper: “I…I need you naked.”

The words barely leave her mouth before I’m on my feet. I strip almost violently, tossing clothes aside, far too needy for finesse. My cock stands proud, and she shifts, going onto her hands and knees before settling back, her butt on her feet, palms on her thighs. Every nerve in my body ignites. Does she have any idea how sweet and innocent she looks, sitting there like that, eyes locked on me, waiting…

…waiting for my next command.

I grab a pillow and place it in front of me, crooking a finger. “Come here.”

I don’t miss the tiny intake of breath she makes. Her eagerness sends a pulse straight through me. She crawls forward, slow, deliberate, and I watch every curve, every shiver, every subtle movement, memorizing her.

Her hands slide along the pillow, fingers trembling slightly, and I can feel my control slipping. I want her, all of her, right now, but the slow build—the way she reacts, the way she waits for me—is just as intoxicating as taking her completely.

I reach out, brushing her hair back from her face. Her breathing is shallow, uneven, perfect.

“You’re mine,” I murmur, voice low, rough, and it’s all she needs to hear. She shivers at the words, and my cock twitches in response.

Every second stretches. Every glance, every gasp, every tiny movement between us is a spark, and I know the moment I act, everything will ignite.

She shimmies closer, knees pressing into the pillow, and looks up at me, eyes wide and shining. “Open your mouth, Jami.”

A soft, keening noise escapes her as her lips part. I take my cock in hand, stroking slowly, deliberately. Her eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

“Is there something you want?” I murmur, teasing.

She nods eagerly.

“Is it…my cock?”

“Uh huh,” she answers.

“You think it’s going to be awful?” I ask as she grins at my teasing.

“Probably like eating chalk,” she mutters, eyes glued to the pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I chuckle, my body humming with need. I tap the crown against the crook of her lips, and a bead of pre-cum drips onto her face. Fuck, that is sexy.