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Dylan's fingers move in a rhythmic motion, his thumb rubbing against my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I'm going to explode.
“Come for me,” Dylan whispers against my skin, sending me over the edge. My body convulses as waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
Dylan stands up and crashes his lips against mine again. This time, not a gentle kiss, but one filled with passion and desire.
“I need you,” he says between kisses, his voice husky.
I nod, wanting him just as much.
My fingers trail down his chest and abdomen, eagerly unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down to reveal his throbbing arousal straining against his boxers. My mind had played out this moment countless times, but nothing could prepare me for seeing him so ready and waiting for me.
I quickly drop to my knees and take him into my mouth with a gasp.Dylan growls low in his throat as I tease him, one hand gripping the shelf behind us while the other rakes through my hair, holding me close.
He's panting as I tighten my lips around him before pulling off for a moment to meet his eyes. They are dark, almost black with desire.
“Dylan,” I breathe out before taking him back into my mouth, sucking as my hands glide up his thighs.
His hips buck, urging me on as I swirl my tongue around him, taking in his salty taste. It's intoxicating, the power I have over him.
“God, Gemma,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.”
I moan around his length. The sound seems to send him over the edge because he suddenly grabs my shoulders and pulls me up.
“I don't want to come yet,” he says, his voice rough. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”
His lips find my earlobe again, softly nibbling as he whispers, “Are you sure?”
I nod against his mouth.
The sound of foil crinkling lets me know he's on board. His hips nudge my legs apart before sliding his hardness against my dripping entrance.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commands as he effortlessly lifts me as though I'm weightless.
I do as he says without hesitation. Gripping my thighs, he positions himself between my thighs.
Our eyes meet as he slowly enters me. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. My moan becomes a gasp when he pins me against the sturdy wooden shelves holding leather-bound tomes on medieval literature and history volumes about European war—their weight keeping the shelves steady.
Dylan groans against my neck, tightly holding onto my hips for leverage as his hips piston.
The friction between us grows more intense as he picks up speed, slamming into me with a rhythm that has me seeing stars.
Sparks are shooting through me—I’m going to explode. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as we move together with an urgency bordering on desperation.
Our bodies slide against each other, and our skin is slick with sweat. I'm floating, weightless, as the waves of pleasure wash over me. Dylan's arms wrap tightly around my body, holding me close as we both ride out our orgasms.
When it finally subsides, we're both panting and clinging to each other in the dimly lit library.
“That was--” I can't even find the words to describe what happened.
“Mind-blowing,” he finishes for me, his lips brushing against my forehead. It's like he wants to savor every moment with me.
I nod in agreement, my body still humming with aftershocks.
We stand there for a few moments, catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow of our passion.
Eventually, Dylan pulls away and helps me clean up and straighten my clothes.
