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“I know, I know, but still, it was such a great day,” I said, thanking him when he held the door open for me, then stating, “Oh, I need to pick up my dress from the front desk.”
We changed course and headed for the desk, then Dillon gallantly carried my package to the room.
“I’m so excited to see this dress on, I hope it looks good,” I fretted as we entered the room.
“This is your dress for tonight? You haven’t tried it on?” he asked, holding up the box and looking it over.
“No, it’s from this great company, Rent the Runway, which rents out designer dresses for a great price. They send two sizes, so one is sure to fit. I’ve used them a couple of times and have always been happy,” I informed him as I took the box from his hands and placed it on the bed to open it.
I was opening the flaps when Dillon came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he looked over my shoulder to see the dress being unveiled.
“It’s going to look gorgeous on you,” he said when the sparkly gold material came to light.
Then he kissed my shoulder, causing me to shiver in response.
I’d been thinking of him all day… of our night together, and
longing to feel him again. So just that, the feel of his lips against my skin, had my body warming and my knees weakening.
I leaned back, into his embrace, turning my head slightly to catch his lips with mine.
“Mmmm,” I moaned when I felt his hard cock press against me.
I let go of the flaps, no longer interested in the dress. My hands came up, over my head to grasp his in them, but before I could reach, he grabbed my wrists in one hand and held them tight.
Dillon’s other hand was at the hem of my skirt, lifting it and sliding underneath to stroke my ass, then dip under my panties and palm the swell of my cheek, just rough enough to have my breasts get heavy and desire to pool in my belly.
I arched against him, brushing my ass against his cock teasingly.
His teeth hit my throat as he moaned and reached around to stroke my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, straining against him. Needing more.
“Open for me,” Dillon whispered gruffly, and I parted my legs to give him better access to what we both wanted.
My panties slid down my legs and I heard him fumbling with his fly. Seconds later he was ripping open a condom with his teeth and then, finally, bending me over. No longer able to hold my hands in that position, he freed them and grasped me by the hips instead, and I used them to brace myself on the bed as he entered me from behind.
“You feel so good,” Dillon growled as he thrust inside of me. “God, Laurel…”
His words, and the fact that it was him behind me, had me so turned on that I was already panting with need. I needed to come, so I lifted one hand off of the bed and moved it under my dress until I found my clit.
Rolling my hips, I pushed back to meet Dillon’s thrusts as I moved my fingers in the way that I knew guaranteed my imminent orgasm.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dillon managed when he realized I was touching myself, his thrusts going faster, until they became almost erratic.
“Dillon,” I moaned as pleasure overtook me and I began to convulse around his cock.
I felt Dillon’s fingertips squeeze me as he thrust one more time and came with a groan, bending over until his chest hit my back, and his lips once more found my neck.
“You’re amazing,” he said in between gasps for breath.
Seconds later he stood, helping me to stand as well, then turned me and hugged me to him. I giggled, because we were both still fully clothed, then snuggled in, content in the afterglow.
“Looks like we need another shower,” Dillon said with a chuckle.
“Sounds good,” I replied, even though I wouldn’t have minded having the scent of us on me for the rest of the night.
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