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I lay back down and groan. “Seriously?”
After what seems like an eternity, he comes back in with his bag, sets it down at the foot of the bed, and pulls out the same store bag from earlier. “Dylan, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I amnotin the mood to read right now.”
He lets out a hearty laugh, taking out what looks like an eye mask you use for sleep. “Do you trust me?”Do I trust him?I know he would never do anything to hurt me physically.
“Yes.”
He unwraps the package, pulling out the silk mask. “I want you to feeleverything. If we block out one or more of your senses, it’ll be more intense.” I’ve read about this, but never tried it. He lifts me so my head is on the pillow and softly kisses my lips before he puts the mask over my eyes. “Is this ok, baby?”
I nod.
“No, E, I need your words. I need to know if something is too much, you want more, you want me to stop, or if you need a break.”
My voice is quiet. “Yes, it’s ok.”
“Good girl, now show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of me.” He never spoke this way to me when we were together, he’s now all commanding and confident. I’m so turned on right now, I would doanythinghe says. My legs hang open, my fingers finding the apex of my thighs, and draw lazy circles around my clit. His mouth peppers kisses down my neck, my chest, then to one of my nipples where he swirls his tongue before taking it in his mouth. His thumb grazes my other one. I let out a moan as he switches. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?” It feels so amazing—his hot breath in contrast to the cool room.Oh wait, he asked me a question!
“When you used to come by on your lunch break because you couldn’t wait until the evening to be inside me.”
He chuckles against my chest. “You’re a gorgeous liar, but I admit I’ve thought about doing it again recently.”
“It’s not a lie.” He grazes my nipple with his teeth, making me moan. “It’s the darkness in your eyes when you look like you’re about to devour me—I come thinking about it. You still get that look, and that's when I know I’m in trouble.” I know he has that look right now, even if I can’t see him.
He reaches his hand between my legs, stopping my movement, and replaces my hand with his. He murmurs against my chest, “Oh, you’re definitely in trouble. It’s my turn, baby.Fuck, look at you, so ready for me.” Moving down my body, he continues kissing me everywhere—my chest, my stomach, my hip, then finally he hooks his fingers inside me and I buck my hips up, seeking his mouth. He chuckles. “So greedy. Not yet, beautiful. I want to take my time.”
After getting me agonizingly close, he moves away from me, and I whine in protest, “Dylan,please.” I hear his belt buckle followed by a zipper.
“I promise I won’t enter you bare, and we should have talked about this before, but I need to know. When was the last time you were tested, baby?”
I think for a moment. “About a year ago, and haven’t been with anyone since. I’m clean and also on the pill.”
“I was three months ago, I’m also clean. Just want to be sure we are both safe before I—” He doesn’t finish the sentence with his words, instead he rubs my clit with the head of his cock. Every very few circles he tests my entrance but doesn’t push in. Over and over and over. The sensation is too much, my hands tightly grip the comforter to ground myself. “How are you feeling, beautiful?”
I answer truthfully and breathlessly, “I need to come.” He bends down to kiss me as he starts to rub his entire length against my clit, giving me the pressure I’ve been seeking.
Biting my lip as he breaks the kiss, he whispers, “Not yet. How do you want to come, Emma? On my hands, my mouth, or my cock?” I love when he says my name, it’s possessive and sexual.What happened to this man in the last decade?
“All of them,” I say honestly.
He chuckles, pulling me on top of him. I sit up, straddling him, and he reaches up to take off my blindfold. “Hey there, beautiful,” he says as he leans back. “I need you to come up here.” He grabs my hips to pull them toward his head.There’s that darkness in his eyes that drives me crazy.
“Dylan, I’m not going to sit on your face. I’ll suffocate you with my thighs,” I say with a little chuckle.
“No, you won’t, but if you did, I would die a happy man.” He keeps pulling my hips, as he shimmies between my legs down the bed.He can’t honestly want me to do this.“I want you to ride my face, fuck my mouth until you come harder than you ever have in your life.”Ok, maybe he does?I am hovering just above his mouth when he says, “I said sit, E. Hands on the headboard, baby.” He pulls my hips down, forcing me onto his mouth. He sucks hard on my clit and I cry out as I begin rocking against his face. His tongue keeps a steady pressure and two of his fingers enter me, hooking up right where I need him. I was so close before when he was teasing me that when he adds a third it takes me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. My entire body feels like it’s vibrating, my walls pulsing around his fingers. “Attagirl. I love when you come on my tongue—it’s like taking a shot of honey.Fuck,I need another, baby.”
I catch my breath and I’m about to move off him—which honestly feels a lot like dismounting a horse. He holds me in place for a moment. “I just need a second. That was…” I have no words. He lets me go, so I can lay down on the bed. Trying to collect myself, I turn to my left where he is propped up resting his head on his hand, looking at me with interest. This man has given me at least four orgasms—just this week—and I never even touched him. I know he said it doesn’t matter, but to me it does. I want to see him come undone.
I mirror him by resting my own head on my hand. He reaches out to grab my hip, pulling me closer. I look between us and he is so painfully hard, a little precum glistening on the tip. I reach to feel him, but he grabs my wrist and his eyes darken. “I meant what I said the other night, I’m not coming in your hand.”
“Fine.” I move down the bed until I am nearly eye level with his cock. “You never said anything about my mouth.” Before he can protest again, I swipe my tongue from his base to his tip, then take him deep, making me lightly gag.
“Fuck.” He thrusts his hips up in response. His cock is heavy on my tongue as my hand gently tugs on his balls. I love that I can drive him as crazy as he drives me. He tightens up, he’s already close. I’m not surprised, he’s been hard for nearly an hour. I love hearing him while I fuck him with my mouth. He stops me, pulls me off of him, shaking his head. “No, baby, not your mouth either. But damn,fuck, that felt incredible.” He grabs me, bringing me into a bruising kiss before leaning over to reach in his bag at the end of the bed, pulling out a condom. “Is this still ok? As much as I want to be inside you, you can say no at any point.”
“Yes.” I expect him to roll on the condom, but he pauses, and has a slight crinkle between his eyebrows. I reach up and touch his face and ask softly, “Dylan, areyouok?”
He shakes his head, his expression almost pained. “I’m just afraid if we do this, that I will have moved too fast for you, and I’ll lose you for good.” I ponder it for a moment, knowing there’s a chance that he’s right. This man has professed his love for me and selflessly pulled orgasm after orgasm out of me, and I have given him nothing in return—emotionally or physically. There's a very real possibility that if we have sex tonight, he will be the last man I ever sleep with. It terrifies me. We only just started to get to know each other again.
I move to sit next to him, take his hand in mine, and place it on my heart like he did the other night. “You’re probably right. I’m not where you’re at emotionally, because a part of me is still so worried you’re going to hurt me again. But I can promise you that unless that happens, I won’t be going anywhere. We just need to take this one step at a time and not rush into something too emotionally heavy.” His expression unreadable, I continue, “I wassoin love with you, but that was years ago. I want to get to know you, who you arenow…and that’s hard to do when you’re giving me multiple orgasms.” He chuckles, then cups my cheek and jaw to pull me in for a kiss—the same sweet and gentle kiss he would give me so many years ago.
