Hmm. It seems Dylan doesn’t know how to eat pussy. How embarrassing for him.
That’s okay, Dyl. I’ll take care of her for you.
My dark thoughts spread, infecting my blood as I bear down, and my hand moves faster. I curl my fingers, hitting her G-spot roughly as she gives a breathless scream.She pulls on my hair so roughly that a few strands break, but I don’t care. Not while she’s coming all over my fucking face.
Her release drenches me, and I drink it greedily. I don’t slow down, even when she becomes oversensitive and starts pushing my head away.
“S-stop!” She stutters.
But there’s one final thing I’m after. Something I’ve missed.
I shake my head against her, coaching for the pressure to release. She sucks in a stunted moan, her legs trying to close around my ears as she attempts to scoot herself away.
But it’s too late.
I feel the moment it gives, her release gushing from her like a fountain and bathing my face. My lips drip with her, and I lick it up before I can lose her essence. The bedding is ruined, with dark, wet spots beneath us, but it’s only a victory in my eyes.
Melody pants, her body loosening as she sags into the bed. She smacks a hand lightly over the back of my head. “I told you to stop!”
I smirk against her folds, keeping my choice words to myself.
“Get up here and cuddle me,” she commands softly. “And you’re washing the sheets tomorrow.”
I know she thinks I’m Dylan, but I’m not going to shatter this illusion just yet. Not when I have her in my arms for the first time in six years.
I’m careful as I extract myself, keeping my face as far away from her as I can, as I settle in behind her. I wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her close to me as I nestle my head into her neck and breathe her in. She reaches a hand behind me, rubbing my back tenderly, and in this moment, I allow myself to fall deeper into this dream.
The dream where Melody knows it’s me and her affection is mine to possess.
Chapter forty-five
Melody
Iwakeupwithawide, sleepy smile gracing my face. My orgasms from last night still ring through my body, making my muscles loose and languid.
I haven’t cum that hard inyears.
I turn over, ready to kiss the living daylights out of my fiancé, when I realize my bed is empty and it’s just me. Dylan’s words from when we first got here ring back at me.
“If we’re sleeping apart, it’s only respectful if we don’t have sex in Mom and Dad’s house.”
What a crock of shit. He must have finally given in to the fantasies I discussed with him in private. When I first told him about the thrill of being caught, he was aghast. He didn’t like the idea of anyone potentially finding us. I tried to convince him, but he said it wasn’t his thing, and I dropped it.
Looks like someone is trying new things.
I hop out of bed, the sunlight casting over my face as I throw on a robe and follow the smell of freshly brewed coffee downstairs. Dylan has always been the first one up, and I’m expecting to walk into a cup ready for me after the night we had.
As I take the last step, I spot him at the kitchen counter, his back turned to me as he pours himself a generous mug. The front door opens, whipping the cold air into the house as Kaden stalks in. His cheeks are flushed, and his hair mussed as he shucks off his coat to reveal his black compression shirt.
“Driveway is shoveled and salted,” he announces.
Dylan glares at him. “I was planning to do that today.”
“Yeah?” Kaden asks, his brows rising as he takes his gloves off. “You snooze, you lose.”
My fiancé‘s jaw twinges as I glide over to him. I know just what to do to cheer him up. I snake my arms around his waist, nipping playfully at his ear. “You’re up early. You didn’t want to stay?”
He slides a hand over mine, humming as he kisses my cheek. “Stay? Stay where, baby?”
