She glared at him and he smiled back at her.
Resting one hand behind his head, he settled on watching her. As the dress slid higher, revealing the silky gold G-string she had on, Dylan’s stomach muscles tightened. While she worked the dress up her body, he allowed one hand to trail up her thigh. Her breath hitched when he slipped his thumb beneath the silky material to find her wet and hot for him. With gentle strokes of his thumb, he teased her clit, keeping his eyes locked with hers.
“You’re still dressed,” he admonished with a grin.
“I’m a little distracted,” she muttered, her eyes closing as he pressed his thumb down a little more. “Dylan…”
He loved the way she said his name, that breathy little sigh making him eager to watch her come apart beneath him.
“Dress,” he reminded her.
He choked back a laugh when she practically ripped the dress off, throwing it over into the corner before returning her gaze to his.
“As much as I like the bra, it’s gotta go, too,” he instructed.
That took less time, and when Sarah revealed her pert little breasts tipped with soft pink nipples, it was Dylan’s turn to suck in a breath. She was beautiful. Soft and curvy in all the right places.
“Come here,” he said, using both hands to cup her ass and scoot her closer to his head.
As she straddled his chest, Dylan reached up, gliding his palms over her soft, smooth skin, stopping just shy of her breasts. He cupped them lightly, loving the way she watched every move he made.
“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled, lifting his gaze back to hers. “Lean forward so I can taste.”
Sarah leaned forward, adjusting her position again so that her breasts were at his mouth. Using his tongue, Dylan licked one taut nipple, then the other, enjoying the soft mewling sounds she made.
Though he didn’t regret their first time together, Dylan did wish he’d taken his time with her. He’d wanted to explore every inch of her with his mouth, but he’d allowed his need for release to win out.
Not tonight.
Tonight, he fully intended to explore her until she was begging him to let her come.
He only hoped she was ready for this.
SARAH HAD KNOWN THAT IF Dylan ever set his sights on her again, she’d be hard-pressed to resist. Sure, she talked a good game, but she knew her resolve was weak at best. The man was intense, he was focused, and he’d turned every ounce of his determination on her. Her body was screaming hallelujah, while her brain was trying to keep up with the overwhelming sensations flooding her.
The way his big hands cupped her breasts… Oh, God. Sarah knew she wasn’t well-endowed, but that had never bothered her. Based on the grunt of approval and the flame of desire that ignited in his eyes when she’d removed her bra, it didn’t appear Dylan was bothered by it, either.
Leaning forward, as he instructed, Sarah sucked in a sharp breath as his lips closed around one puckered tip, his tongue lashing at her sensitive nipple slowly, gently.
Ah, yes!
When he switched to the other, her back bowed, thrusting her breasts closer, eager for him to continue. She fought the urge to grind her pussy against his stomach, but it wasn’t easy. Her inner muscles clenched and released, over and over, grasping at the emptiness she longed for him to fill.
“Dylan,” she cried out when his teeth clipped the underside of her breast, making her gasp from the pleasure-pain that consumed her.
She sighed when he licked the sting away with his tongue.
Time passed slowly as he focused all of his attention on laving her breasts, to the point Sarah felt she would implode. It felt so good, but she needed more.
She wanted to see him, to run her hands along the muscles of his stomach, his chest, his arms. She wanted to glide her tongue along every dip and valley of his impressive body, but he was still dressed.
Dylan released her breast, his hands gripping her sides as he urged her to sit up. Staring down at him, she planted her hands on his chest and waited to see what would come next.
The naughty grin he flashed her made every muscle in her body tighten in anticipation.
“I’m not done tasting,” he said, and the next thing she knew, Dylan pulled her hips again, and she crawled forward as best she could, still straddling his torso.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sit on my face, Sarah. Let me taste you.”
Oh, holy mother of…!
She was too turned on to be embarrassed by the idea, so without conscious thought, she scooted forward until she was poised directly above his head, his warm breath fanning the insides of her thighs.
“How much do you like these panties?” Dylan asked.
Confused for a moment, Sarah tried to process his question. Then it no longer mattered because he gripped the thin lacey strip around her hips and tore them right off her body.
Why that was so damn sexy, she didn’t know, but she moaned.
“Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah.”
His words were drowned out by the sounds of her panting breaths and cries of pleasure as his tongue dipped into her folds, grazing her clit before venturing lower. The sensual onslaught made her woozy, her chest rising and falling as she fought to suck in air, trying to remember to breathe. It was too much. Way too much.
“Dylan!” she cried out the moment his lips wrapped around her oversensitive clit, suckling her until the ripple of an orgasm turned into an overwhelming churn, crashing through her. As she rode the waves, Dylan didn’t let up, continuing to drive her mad, sending her higher and higher until she shattered once again, free-falling into the abyss.
She was vaguely aware of Dylan shifting her, the mattress at her back, his strong hands sliding over her skin. He didn’t even give her time to come to her senses before he was over her, his mouth melding to hers. She tasted herself on his lips, and that only fanned the flames again. She fought to get his shirt off, jerking until he was helping her.
“Jeans off,” she demanded.
His eyes glittered as he propelled himself off the bed. Sarah watched as he tugged off his boots, then shucked his jeans after retrieving a condom from his wallet. Sweet mercy. The man… Clothed, Dylan Thomas was sexy, but naked... Holy crap. She ogled every glorious inch of him. The hard planes of his chest, the muscles in his arms, the narrow taper of his waist, and his thick cock bobbing eagerly. She heard the rustle of the condom, and she was suddenly glad he’d come prepared, because she wasn’t sure she could handle the repercussions if he hadn’t. She needed him so badly her body ached to feel him.
All thought of exploring him slowly fled as he crawled back over her. Sarah ran her palms over the muscles of his back, her hips thrusting upward as though that would encourage him to move faster.
“You want this?” Dylan asked, his voice a low, sensual growl.
“So much,” she whispered back.