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He lets me go long enough for me to fish my keys out of my purse and put the key in the lock, but the moment the door is open, he has me back in his arms, his mouth hot on mine, causing my heart to do a crazy dance in my chest. My knees are weak and trembling as he pushes the door closed and leans on it, pulling me with him as his hands run up and down my body.
I can feel the hard press of his erection against my belly as his tongue tangles with mine.
He wrenches his mouth away to ask, “Bed?”
“Down the hallway. First and only room.”
As soon as I answer him, we're in motion again, making our way to my bedroom, hands and mouths pressing against every bare scrap of skin we can find on one another. He unzips my jacket and ditches it somewhere in the hallway before unzipping his own and letting that join mine on the floor. His tie quickly follows.
By the time we reach my room, I'm breathless. I tear my mouth away from Dylan's to catch my breath and he takes immediate advantage of the situation by whipping my dress over my head, leaving me in just a bra and high heels.
“That's the hottest fucking thing I've seen in my entire life.”
His voice is low and raw and so full of heat that my body immediately responds; my nipples hardening further as the throb between my legs intensifies.
Determined to do something about the ache between my legs, I reach for the buttons on his shirt. My hands tremble slightly, but I'm desperate enough to keep going, even when my fingers slip on one button and then another. When I finally have his shirt open, I realise he's not moving at all. I look up to find him staring down at me, the look in his eyes causing my stomach to flip-flop as a small smile tugs at his lips.
“What?” I ask him breathlessly.
“Nothing.”
I want to ask him what ‘nothing' means, but his mouth is on mine again as we both work to free him from his pants and boxers. Then he surprises me by throwing me gently onto the bed. I only have a short moment to admire how strong and sexy his body is, how long and thick his erection is, before he's crawling over me and our lips are pressed together once more.
I part my legs so that his hips fall between my open thighs. I can feel the tip of his erection against my swollen, slick centre. I move underneath him, hoping he'll take his hardness and put it where I need him, but instead of obliging me, he sweeps kisses along my jaw and my neck, kissing his way all the way between my bra-clad breasts, over my belly, and finally slipping in between my legs.
His name passes over my lips repeatedly as he teases me with his tongue, my fingers tunnelling through his thick locks as he nips and tastes me as if he's been dying to do this to me for as long as I've wanted to be with him. When he slides a finger inside me and uses the flat of his tongue to massage me, my body gives in to the assault of pleasure.
I feel so boneless, moving seems impossible, but as he shifts away from me and grabs a condom packet, I make the effort to sit up.
“May I?” I ask.
He hands me the packet and I rip it open, taking the time to run my hand along the length of him, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him in my hand and the tension that strains his muscles and body as I touch him.
“If you keep that up...”
I raise my eyes to meet his before squeezing the air out of the tip of the condom and carefully putting it in my mouth. I move so that I can roll it over as much of his length as possible with my mouth, before rolling the final bit out with my hand, all the while lapping at him with my tongue. The one bedroom trick I've learned over the years and I've already used it on Dylan.
“Claire.”
I had every intention of lying back down, but his hands are in my hair, his pleasure evident in the way he's trying to drive himself into my mouth. I work my mouth over his erection a few times before pulling back and twirling my tongue over the tip.Then he's pushing me back onto the bed, taking one of my legs and sliding it over his shoulder as he slicks one finger in and out of me.
“Please,” I plead as the intrusion causes me to contract around him. “I don't want to wait any longer.”
I barely have time to finish the sentence before he's pushing inside.
“Dylan.”
His eyes hold mine as he slides all the way inside me, my heart slamming hard against my ribcage as he joins us together. He's completely still for a moment before he starts to move. He pulls out until it's just the head of him inside me and then watches where we are joined as he thrusts back into me.
“Better,” he scrapes out.
“Better?”
“Definitely better,” he confirms.
Better than what, I want to ask. But he's touching me; caressing me as he pulls back, circles his hips, and plunges into me again. As my third orgasm for the evening quickly approaches, I close my eyes and let it take me over as he fills me over and over again, his fingers working their magic until the tension becomes too much and I bow to the inevitable climax.
It's only when my name spills from his lips that I realise he's close. He lets my leg fall from his shoulder so he can be closer to me. He comes with his tongue in my mouth and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I hold on to him for dear life.
