When You're Mine - Layla Hagen Page 0,32

too much heat in it. I wasn't sure what to do with myself.

"I want to taste you," he said. My knees weakened a little.

He pointed to the bed, and I lay down on it, legs bent at my knees, thighs wide apart, inviting him. He lowered himself on the bed right between my thighs. Looking up at me, he pressed the flat of his tongue against my tender flesh, and I fisted the sheet, moaning loudly.

Oh, oh, oh! I was already so on edge. How was this even possible? With every lap of his tongue, he was bringing me closer and closer to a climax until I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed myself up on my heels and then reached for him, tugging at his shoulder.

"No, I want you to come. I’m going to make you come like this first," he said.

I nearly climaxed just from hearing his dirty words. Goose bumps formed on my skin. He pressed his thumb on my clit and alternated the pressure with that of his tongue. I thrashed on the bed, calling his name. When I looked down at him and our gazes crossed, I exploded. My right leg shook violently. My breath hitched in my lungs. My entire body was burning.

He rolled on the condom.

As if in a dream, I felt him move up, kissing my shoulder while I still thrashed around. One hand was on my waist, the other next to my arm. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed inside.

"Fuck, Mel." He groaned, entering me slowly.

I was still overly sensitized, still pulsing around him, but even so, I pressed my heels in the mattress and followed his rhythm, wanting to bring him just as much pleasure as he was giving me. When he moved a hand between us, rubbing my clit, I shuddered.

I couldn't believe he was so attentive, so intent to focus on my pleasure. He kept me in a heightened state in-between orgasms while he thrust inside me harder and harder. I was still feeling the aftershocks of the last climax, and the next one was already forming deep inside me. It tugged at my insides. I was touching him everywhere I could. I wanted to explore his body with my mouth—his whole body—but I could do that later. Right now, I didn't want him to stop moving. It was as if my life depended on it, on feeling him inside me so rough and dirty. He still wasn’t taking his thumb off my clit, even though I could tell he was losing control of his own body.

I was lost in him, sensing his cock stiffening inside me. He was so, so close. Then I felt him explode, and I went over the edge the next second too. The pleasure took over every cell of my body, and I gave in to it.

***

Dylan

After cleaning up quickly, we went back to bed. We both were lying down on our sides, watching each other. I kept touching her shoulder and waist, and I wanted more. I wanted to explore all of her.

"You're so damn beautiful," I said. "So damn gorgeous."

"Why, thank you, Mr. Gallagher. Now that you already got in my pants, you don't have to keep up that charm."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry for making you miss the sunset."

"It was worth it. Though I'm conflicted. I still want to go out and enjoy the evening, but I also want to explore you." She touched my chest, getting closer. "I want to make the most of this night."

It took a second for me to understand what she was implying. I cupped her cheek, looking her straight in the eyes. My grip was possessive, but that was precisely how I felt about her. She was mine, and I was not nearly done exploring her.

"This is not a one-night thing, Melanie. You know it's not."

She bit her lip. "I don't want this to be just one night either." She sighed, touching my wrist. "Well, we've already established that we're not on the same page. As long as we keep that in mind, maybe we can enjoy our time together, however long that is."

Something about that bothered me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Usually I was all for no-strings fun, but now the idea grated on my nerves. I chose to focus on what I did like, namely that things between us weren't ending tonight.

"That sounds good to me," I said, adding, “for now.”

Because I wasn’t even sure what I