Page 174 of After Hours

He chuckled, and before I knew it, he’d rolled me on top of him. Straddling him, I could feel the growing intensity between us. His fingertips teased the swell of my breasts, igniting a moan from my lips.

Our lips met in a careful kiss, a kiss that soon urged me to roll my hips against his, feeling his hardening cock pressing against my naked cunt. Like a symphony written in the bliss of the waking day, Dillon coaxed one moan after another out of me, fingers tweaking my nipples, jerking his hips upwards, “I want to ride you, can I please?”

No matter how many times we had been tangled in the sheets before, we’d always explore something new with one another. Even though it had taken Dillon a while to give up his control, to lay back while I was pushing myself over the edge with his cock buried inside of me, he now found himself excited whenever I rode him, “Go on, precious.”

My movements were clumsy in my groggy state, but my body was eager to engage with his. His appreciative gaze followed my every move, deepening my desire for him.

He muttered, “Your skin feels so perfect against mine.”

His low growls filled the air as our bodies came together like a symphony playing the most enchanting tune. Dillon and I communicated without words, knowing each other’s desires and needs intimately.

His deep growls made my cunt flutter in excitement, hips raised for me to push his boxers down his legs. With my eyes admiring his cock, I let my hands dance down his upper body, teasing his abs for a moment or two, knowing that he was growing more impatient with every passing touch.

Wordlessly, we understood one another, every signal our bodies were sending out, like boats needing a lighthouse to guide them home.

Pearls of pre-cum beaded his red tip, begging for me to taste him, to wrap my lips around him. His veins shone through the thin skin, veins I’d trace with my tongue whenever I sucked him off, wanting to taste him, to coax his deep growls out of him.

My eyes found his as I tilted my head down, tongue running over his tip, moaning as his taste burst through my system. Our moans got tangled in the morning air, dancing along our limbs like stars exploding in the galaxy, reborn by heaps of dark matter. Bodies crashing together like two poles, not daring to let go of one another.

Dillon’s hand found my head, nuzzling me off his cock, wanting to cum inside of me, not up for wasting an orgasm like this. Our lips met again and again, sharing sweet nothings as I placed my hands on his chest to stabilize myself.

“You look beautiful, precious.” It took us a moment to grow adjusted, already short of breath, losing our sanity as the feeling got more intense.

Dillon’s cock filled every inch, twitching inside my tightness. My features were pleasure-drunken, making his heart race, reminding him once again that only he could make me feel like this.

“I’ll move now,” my raspy voice made goosebumps rise on his skin, clearly projecting his excitement. With his hands placed on my behind, Dillon supported my movements, helping me move up and down his cock, the pace becoming faster with every moan that left my mouth.

No matter how young the morning was, this moment felt too intense for it to be a new sensation. Our bodies moved on instinct, knowing how to please one another.

My legs trembled, aching from the position I was seated in, but I couldn’t complain, couldn’t find my words, lost in my pleasure. Every thrust filled me, and made me shake from the intense feeling chasing my high.

“I wish every morning could start like this.”

My confession made a smirk pull on his lips. Dillon lifted his upper body off the mattress, and our lips met, sharing a sweet kiss in a heated moment.

“You’re doing so well for me.” I loved his praises, wanting to satisfy Dillon’s every need.

The feeling of his hands on my body only pushed me closer to the edge, my pace faltering, no longer able to move as fast as before. He seemed to understand my struggles, flipping them around without pulling out of me once. Our skin met, intimately getting lost in their rising highs.

Dillon’s thrusts were more forceful than mine, letting loose to hear the sweetest sounds roll off her tongue. I broke free, not able to hold back whatever wanted to roll off my tongue, arms wrapped around his neck, to keep him as close as possible. The second his tip grazed my sweet spot, I cried out his name, squeezing my eyes shut, wordlessly begging him to hit the spot again.

And he did. Over and over again, watching me rub my clit with my teeth pierced into my lower lip. My walls clenched his twitching cock. The coil inside me would snap all too soon, not able to prolong the moment. Dillon fell out of rhythm as I kept clenching and unclenching my walls, knowing exactly what it was doing to him.

“Cum with me.” It was a simple command he spoke into the morning air, tightening his grasp on the sheets I was lying on. He needed two more thrusts. Tumbling over the edge with me, fucking me through my orgasm. My moans freely bleed from my lips, making Dillon smile in victory—even as his own high rocked through him.

A few more lazy thrusts later, he rolled off me with a satisfied sigh, leaving him. Our eyes met, excitedly kissing one another, very well knowing that a second round would soon follow, bodies mending together as water would cascade down our backs, pulling them closer.

A perfect way to start a morning like this.

After our intimate morning, the rain began to fall heavily outside. I couldn’t help but feel playful and adventurous. I turned to Dillon and whispered, “Baby, can we go play in the rain?” It was a romantic idea I’d always wanted to try.

Dillon, though a bit annoyed by the sudden request, agreed, saying, “Whatever you want.”

We ran outside, allowing the raindrops to wash over us. As we laughed and ran through the downpour, I realized how fortunate I was to be sharing this moment with Dillon. We were two individuals who had experienced heartbreak and trauma, but we had found love and strength in each other.

“Is there anything we don’t know about each other?” I asked as we danced in the rain. We’d shared our deepest pains, struggles, and joys, forming a deep connection that was uniquely ours.

Dillon gazed at me, his soaked shirt clinging to his sculpted frame, his eyes filled with warmth. “You know all my secrets, precious. Do I know yours?”

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