I shrieked.
“Erik!” I whisper-shouted. “These weren’t meant for your eyes!”
Erik laughed, covering his eyes like he hadn’t already seen enough already.
“Sweetheart?” Dylan called from the living room, his footsteps coming closer.
“I’m fine!” I called back, glaring daggers at Erik who was now peeking through his fingers.
“Honestly,” Erik drawled, dropping his hands altogether. “Wouldn’t you rather want my advice? Besides, I’m dead and still loyal to Marcus.”
He made a good point. “Fine,” I whispered in defeat. “White or blue?”
Erik actually seemed to take this seriously as he eyed my skin tone and the lace. “Light blue,” he said with a nod of approval.
“Thank you,” I whispered, then shooed him out of the room. I was not about to change in front of him.
I’d just gotten dressed in the blue ones, when I heard footsteps again. Since I’d yet to figure out a sexy welcoming pose, I just jumped on the bed and laid on my stomach, hoping my ass would look inviting enough.
“Do you want your carrots steamed or—” Dylan’s voice cut off and turned into a choked groan. “Baby, you’re killing me here.”
Giggling, I jiggled my butt and that was all it took. Dylan practically jumped on me, making me squeal with delight.
“If you wanted to get eaten, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart,” he purred, his body covering mine. He slowly grinded on my ass, showing me just how hard he was for me already.
“Please?” I asked, not above begging to be devoured.
Dylan groaned. “I love it when you beg.”
I squirmed underneath him, hoping he could hurry things along. Mostly I just wanted him naked, then he could slide against my ass all he wanted.
“I’ve already… um...” Damn, why was it so hard to say I was squeaky clean and ready to go?
Dylan didn’t seem to have any trouble understanding what I meant, his finger moving the lace and then one finger was teasing my entrance gently. “I’m glad you didn’t prep yourself. I want the honor of getting you ready for me.”
“Fuck, Dyl. Just please get naked already,” I whined.
He licked my neck. “Of course, my sweetheart.” Then his warm body left mine and I heard him stumbling around the room. I smiled to myself, so excited and nervous, but in a good way.
I heard him get undressed behind me and couldn’t help but take a quick peek. I’d never felt this attracted to anyone before, not even Vera. Dylan was the sexiest man alive; I was pretty sure of that fact.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning over my body again to place a soft kiss on my lips. “My sweetheart.”
My heart swooned and I sighed. “My man.”
“Damn, right I am,” he grinned. “Just lay back and letyour mantake care of you.”
“Okay,” I sighed, getting comfy on the bed again, my arms hugging my pillow as my legs widened in invitation.
“Now,” he whispered, licking across my ass cheek. “I think it will be easier without the lace on, but they’re so damn sexy on you, I don’t want to take them off.” He did eventually pull them off me, but it was with a reluctant sigh.
I groaned when I felt his tongue lick closer to my hole, anticipating what that tongue could do to me.
“Please,” I whispered and that was all Dylan needed. His tongue lapped over my entrance, forcing a keening sound to escape my throat.
He chuckled low, but then kept going, his licks hot and demanding as he began to devour me, spearing me with his tongue as he slowly worked me open. There was zero discomfort as I simply let myself feel.
“Gods, Dylan,” I moaned, thrusting my dick against the mattress, already so close to tipping over the edge.
