He tilts his head up and locks eyes with me, slowly easing forward as his breath comes out in a quick burst. “Christ, Dylan.” He begins to move, sliding in and out of me easily due to my fully-aroused state. I’m certain I’m permanently wet around him and am totally fine with that; he owns my body. “Jesus. So fucking good. Every damn time.”
“Oh, God, yes.” I grip onto his neck with one hand and his bicep with my other, squeezing tightly and feeling his muscles contract. His hips pound against my pelvis, pushing me farther and farther up the tiled wall. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to his power during sex, the way he moves in me and with me, commanding my body that willingly obeys without any hesitation. Groans and grunts echo around us as he moves fluidly inside me, hitting the end of my channel. “Reese.” His hands grip my hips harder and he becomes more forceful with his thrusts, my back slapping hard against the wall.
“You’re almost there. Let go, love,” he says against my lips.
He always knows when I’m close, and it never takes me long to get there. I’m extremely responsive to everything this man does, and he loves it. With one quick movement, he unhooks my legs and places me on the shower floor, dropping down to his knees in front of me. His mouth is on me instantly, sucking my clit as he grabs my thighs and hooks them both over his shoulders.
“Come for me, Dylan.”
“Shit. Oh, God, right there.” I come hard and fast, reaching down and gripping his hair with both hands. He’s so unbelievably good at this, and he knows it. Moving his head rapidly between my legs, he moans softly against my clit, lapping between my folds. I’m trembling against him like I always do, seeing his eyes flick up to mine as he gently places me down on my feet. My legs are wobbly, and it takes a lot of effort to remain upright. “Jesus. How do you keep getting better at that?” I rake through his hair as he gazes up at me, giving me the slightest shrug as his answer. “My turn,” I declare, seeing his eyes light up as he stretches out above me. I excitedly push him against the wall, practically bouncing on my post-orgasm feet as he watches me in amusement. “Hands or mouth?”
He arches his brows at my question, his sweet smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Both.”
I enthusiastically rub my hands together and lean in, pressing my lips against his mouth for a quick kiss, which turns into an intense make-out session the moment he grips my neck. His tongue tangles with mine, swallowing my tiny whimpers and sending a shock wave through my body.
“See how good you taste? Like fucking candy.”
I shudder against him like I always do when he talks to me that way. The man is an expert in dirty talking, dirty texting, and dirty love-letter writing. Yes, I’ve decided all his little notes to me during our casual bullshit phase were love letters. I know, I was a fucking idiot to think they weren’t.
I reach down and grip him in my hand, his body jerking at the contact as he drops his head against mine. My hand doesn’t slide as easily as I’d like and I get an idea, a very naughty idea. Stepping back, our eyes meet as I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and slip two fingers inside me. His penetrating green eyes broaden as I moan and swipe my wetness onto his cock, repeating the action until I’ve gotten him well lubricated.
“Holy shit. That’s so fucking hot.”