into his mouth, practically exploding from a wave of pleasure that washes over me.
Our lips separate for a few seconds, and we stare into each other’s eyes, a raging inferno burning between us. He dips his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth, dragging his teeth along my sensitive skin. Dylan takes his time with each breast, and then his hand falls between my legs. I cry out his name when the pad of his thumb rolls over my clit.
He massages me, the pressure building within as he slips two fingers inside me. Dylan leaves a trail of hot kisses down my skin from my neck to my breasts, his fingers plunging deeper and deeper. I thrust my hips into his hand, greedy and wanting more of him, my body responding as if it were made for him.
I grip his shoulders. “I’m so close, Dylan…”
Heat flickers in his eyes, and then his lips are on mine, smothering my moans as my orgasm commands my body's control. After I stop trembling, he lowers me to the floor, meeting my gaze as he sucks on his fingers.
“You taste so good,” he moans. “I need to lick every inch of you.” He leans forward, pressing his hand to the wall above my head, caging me with his muscular body. “I need to be inside you. To feel you.”
I reach for his body wash, a manly scent that drives me wild, and lather up a washcloth. “The faster we get washed, the sooner you can be inside me.”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me so hard my toes curl in anticipation of more. After he releases his grip, we get washed in a hurry. Dylan doesn’t waste much time towel drying my body, and then he lowers me onto his bed. The sheets are silky and smooth against my warm skin.
He climbs on top of me, and electricity pulsates down my skin, creating tiny bumps along my arms. When he moves down my body, his mouth inches from my pussy, my heart pounds.
He grips my thighs in his big hands and rolls his tongue along my sensitive skin. My eyes slam shut from the initial contact, sending a chill down my spine. He gives me a few tentative licks, and his breath, combined with the stubble along his jaw, makes my toes curl.
His tongue dips between my slick folds, and a tremor shakes through me. As he shoves two fingers inside me, I moan his name, and with a few more flicks of his tongue, I lose control.
After I come, he doesn’t waste time reaching for a condom. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I stick out my tongue, and when I do, I can taste myself on him.
Dylan cradles my face in his hands and invades my mouth. He’s rough and aggressive, and with each flick of his tongue, he takes what he wants from me.
He lines himself up at my entrance, and without a second to brace myself for the thickness of his cock, he plunges into me. I let out a soft moan that turns into a series of screams as he thrusts harder. Our bodies shake through one another, and when his cock pulses inside me, it sends me over the edge. Dylan presses his lips to mine and holds me there as we reach the peaks of our orgasms.
He gives me a few sweaty kisses and then rolls off me, taking me with him. Our chests are slick with sweat, and now the room smells like a mixture of his body wash and sex.
“So much for that shower,” I say.
He chuckles, holding me tighter. “Go to sleep,” he whispers in my ear. “We can get another shower before work.”
Leaning my head on his chest, I listen to his heart pounding, and the sound coaxes me to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Dylan
Ash rolls over, her hair covering her face, and drapes her thigh over mine. I move her hair out of her face. She snores softly in my ear, curling up against my chest. I used to watch her sleep when we were together. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, as she does right now.
I woke up ten minutes before the alarm, ready to jump into action for the day. With Ash in my bed, I had trouble sleeping. All of my dreams drifted back to her, and the thought of Sloan catching us together. I knew he would stay upstairs after we came home