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“I had a boyfriend,” she said. “I don’t want another one.”
“You say that now,” he said, trying to do the right thing for once in his life.
“Dylan, do you want to fuck me or not?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, and he missed the view. Why was he fighting this so hard?
“Why me, Killer?” he asked. “And why tonight?”
“I want you,” she said simply. “I have for a long time.”
And just like that, he was all in.
Unhooking her bra, Dylan helped her slide it down her arms. Her breasts fit into his palms perfectly. LeAnn arched into his caress, moaned as he thumbed her tight nipples. He could spend hours just watching her reactions as he touched her. Dylan wanted hours, not a rushed grope session, but she was on a timetable. Flipping them, he pressed his mouth to hers for another one of those tequila-tasting kisses. This time, however, all he tasted was her, and it was everything.
Her fingers tangled in his hair as their mouths danced slowly over each other. She tugged at his shirt, and he lost a few buttons while taking it off. When they were skin on skin, he wanted more. Their jeans came off next and her soft, smooth body made him desperate to be inside her. But not yet. He knew this was her first time. How could he not know with Mick bragging about how he was going to bust LeAnn’s cherry? Dylan had busted Mick’s mouth instead.
But he wasn’t going to think about that asshole right now. Not when LeAnn was on fire in his arms. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, but he needed to feel her come against him. Reaching between their bodies, he dipped a finger between her legs.
Her mouth opened under his when he stroked through her wet folds. Her found her tight bud and circled it slowly, teasing the nerve endings. LeAnn reared her head back, filling the motel room with a deep moan. Dylan took the opportunity to clasp her pert nipple in his mouth and suck on it, while teasing it with his tongue.
Crying out, she bucked against his hand. He lavished attention on her lovely breasts while he fingered her until she writhed next to him. She dug half-moons into his shoulder with her nails as she shook apart.
Perfect. She was as perfect as he had imagined she would be. Kissing down her chest, to her belly, he licked her navel before hoisting her thighs on his shoulders.
“Dylan,” she sighed.
He liked hearing his name on her kiss-swollen mouth. He liked tasting her even more. As he lapped her sweetness, he watched her pretty blue eyes widen when she realized she was going to come again.
Licking her fast, he gave a feral growl when her thighs trembled against his cheeks. She bucked and moaned, her fingers gripping the bedsheets. LeAnn rode his face as the orgasm tremored through her. She was still shaking and moaning as he took his time kissing his way up her body.
He was close to exploding, but he wanted this to be special for her. Wrapping her hand around his cock, he encouraged her to stroke him. He came almost immediately in her hand. That should give him enough of a respite to make her first time last longer than a few pumps and grunts.
“You’re so sweet,” he said, kissing her breasts again.
“Dylan,” she said, her breath hitching. “I’ve never felt like this.”
“I know,” he said, and inserted a finger inside her. He leaned up on his arm and watched her eyes as he fucked her with it. When she moved to the rhythm, he put in a second finger. “Do you like that?” he asked silkily, nibbling on her neck.
“Yeah,” she said, lifting her hips.
“I’m going to put a condom on and fuck you now,” he said, pulling back to watch her eyes. “You can stop me if you want.”
“Why would I do that?” She arched into his fingers as he pumped them inside her. Clamping down on him, LeAnn gave a little groan. “I need more.”
“Be right there,” he said. Reluctantly, he eased out of her.
She pouted and kneeled up to spread kisses over his shoulder and back while he dug the condoms out of his bedside table. His entire body was shaking with the effort not to fuck her hard and rough. When he got the condom on, he turned to her and kissed her until she was trembling in his arms. Placing her gently on her back, he eased inside her. She fit him tight, and his arms locked against the need to thrust deep.
“LeAnn,” he groaned as she wiggled.
She looked up at him with trust and sleepy desire, and he forced himself to move slowly.
“Does it hurt?” he rasped out.
“Not really. It’s tight though. Don’t stop.” She tugged on his hair.
“Just need a moment,” he said, pushing fully inside her.
LeAnn gasped.
