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“No, but I grabbed one that’s the same as the one you have at home.”Shit, that’s not a bullet clit vibrator, it’s a fucking rabbit!He slowly pushes it inside my pussy as he plays with my ass with one finger. “E, I want you to hold it in for me.” I reach between my legs, the sensation with the vibration is almost too much. “Attagirl, just like that. How are you feeling, beautiful?”
“It’s…a lot.”
“I’m just getting started, but I know you can take it, just breathe for me. I am going to put on a condom, because I want to finish in that irresistible pussy of yours.” He pulls his finger out and rolls on a condom before he pushes the tip of his cock in my ass. It’s too slow, I feel like I’m being tortured.
I let out a groan. “Dylan, you need to move, I’msoclose with the vibrator right now.”
“Then come for me.” He commands and pushes in another inch, then another, and another. I shatter. “You’re a dream, Emma, taking me like this.” I start to take out the vibrator, but his voice gives me pause. “No, that stays in, baby. You can turn it down, but I’m not done with you. You’re going to give me one more.”
He pushes in all the way and I cry out in pleasure, “Dylan!”
“Fuuuuck—I almost just came from hearing you scream my name, baby.” He pulls out slowly then quickly pushes back in. “You were made for me, Emma.” The thrusts again, and again, deeper each time. I fall apart again, the wave of ecstasy washing over me.
He slows his pace and I look over my shoulder, our eyes meet, neither one of us looking away. He pulls out, rips off the condom and tosses it off the bed, not caring where it lands, then reaches between my legs and takes out the vibrator, discarding it the same way. I already miss the fullness. His eyes are dark, full of desire. I break eye contact to adjust my arms but am flipped onto my back like I weigh nothing.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.” I wrap my legs around him, feeling empty, needing him inside me. “I told you I wasn’t done with you.” I pull him to me and he slips in deep with zero resistance. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His controlled thrusts leave me breathless, moving in and out of me deeper each time. He kisses me hard, owning every part of me. “That’s right, you’remine. Now, be my good girl and come with me.” I was already close, but with those words I am unraveling, completely undone. He comes with me, both of us left panting. Not pulling out, he gently kisses every inch of me within his reach. Between kisses he murmurs, “I am just going to live right here, forever. Is that ok with you?”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m sure people would miss you.”
“Not as much as I missed you all those years. I’m serious. It was always supposed to be you and me, beautiful. I want to spend the rest of my life with you…being buried inside you is just a bonus.”
Afterwhatwaseasilythe best sex of my life—or at least a close second—he remained inside me, his lips never leaving mine. Our kisses weren’t rushed, but I couldn’t get enough of him. I felt him harden inside me again, and after we shared one more earth shattering orgasm, we took a long, hot shower, washing each other and stealing kisses. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms—talking about the future and goals that we have for work, our kids, where we want to live. He’s making plans and every one of them includes me.
Waking up this morning, we are tangled up in each other, and I don’t want to get up. “Dylan, what time is it?”
“It’s…oh shit!E, we need to get up!” He scrambles out of bed.
I check my phone. “It's only 7:30, I didn’t think we needed to head out until 9. It’s my birthday, can’t I sleep in?”
“No, Ethan will be…he will be, um, waiting for us at home…and I told him, uh, we’ll be early.” Dylan isneverflustered, but he definitely is right now. Something is up with how rushed he is, so I sadly leave the bed to appease him.
“It’s fine, I’ll text him right n—” He grabs my phone and I’m worried he is going to toss it in another body of water. “Noooo! Please don’t throw away another phone of mine!”
He holds it over my head, just out of reach, and I swat and jump trying to grab it. “Emma, don’t text him right now. Just get dressed and meet me in the living room. You can text him later.” Kissing my forehead he walks out of the room, taking my phone with him.He’s being so strange today!
I look in my bag and all I can find is a black shirt and my buffalo plaid pants.Weird, I don’t remember packing these. Where are all my sexy clothes?!I get changed, pack my bag and head into the living room. He's in the kitchen making coffee, talking to himself…in matching pajama pants. “Did you pack these?” I gesture between us.
He looks up with a smirk.What are you up to?Rounding the kitchen island, he pulls me to him. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”Ok, so now he’s calm, when minutes ago he was freaking out?
“Thank you.” I lift up onto the balls of my feet to kiss him. “But what’s with the pajama pants?”
Wrapping his arms tighter around me. “I have a surprise for you in…eight minutes.”
“What did we talk about?No presents.” I really hate surprises. Presents I don’t mind, but surprises are the worst.
“My fingers were crossed behind my back.” I swat at his chest and he laughs. “Ok, ok. I know, E. Let’s grab a coffee really quick. Have a seat on the couch, I’ll bring it over.”
This whole thing is so bizarre! I head over to the couch and he joins me with two cups of coffee. Right as he sits down, there’s a knock at the door, and Dylan rushes to get up to answer it. “I got it, baby.” As he opens the door, there are at least ten overly familiar voices shoutingHappy Birthday.
I get up, knowing most of who is here—Ethan, my boys, Charlotte, Riley, Lily and Andrew, their kids, Jason, Melanie, and Dylan’s girls.Wait, why is Jason here? In fact, why are any of them here?“You guys, what is this?!” I head over to greet all of them.
Jason and Aiden hug me first. “Hey Em. Dylan told me about this surprise he had for you. We wanted to be sure the boys were here for it. I know this is your first birthday since the divorce, but I hope you don’t mind my being here with them to celebrate with you.”
“Of course not! Thank you. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m glad you’re here.” I am actually very happy he is here with the boys. It may not be conventional to be friends with your ex, but when have I ever been conventional? I’m dating my ex from almost two decades ago!
Aiden is still clinging to my side. “Mommy, these pants are itchy.” I look down, then around to everyone. All of my friends and family—even Jason—have matching white and black buffalo plaid pants.
Dylan sidles up to my other side, kisses my cheek and wraps his arm around my shoulder, but addresses my son. “Aiden, you don’t have to wear them, buddy. I talked to your dad and he told me he packed you another pair of pants. Thanks for being a trooper, little man.” He looks up at Dylan, hugs him, and nods. My heart swells at their interaction. Jason takes him into another room to change. I am so glad that he encourages Dylan being in our kids’ lives, especially since my boys really like him and his girls.
