Page 92 of Falling in Love with Two

“If it was up to me, I’d make you come every way imaginable.”

I smile. “Like, I said, dealer’s choice.”

The look in his eyes is one of pure lust as he pushes my knees apart and settles between them.

My eyes fixate on him, knowing what he’s about to do. My body practically vibrates in anticipation because I know how good he is at this.

His tongue licks along the outside of each lip in an attempt to tease me. It works because my clit pulses like a damn heartbeat.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Please, Dylan. I need it.”

Thank the good lord above that he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He shifts his entire attention to my clit.

And it is just as good as I remember.

“Holy fuck,” I cry as I writhe around the bed. Dylan hooks his arms around my thighs and holds me in place.

His tongue swirls around my swollen clit while he lightly sucks it between his teeth.

My hands grip the sheets before moving to his hair and then finally settling on my tits. My fingers pinch my nipples, which sends electricity straight to my pussy.

Now that my boobs have stopped aching, they are crazy sensitive. I’ve never been one who’s big on nipple play—mainly because it’s never done much for me—but this is a game changer. Finally, a perk to pregnancy.

My legs quiver as my orgasm threatens to rip through me at any moment. The muscles in my stomach tighten as pleasure takes hold.

“Oh, my God!” I cry as heat courses through every inch of me and all culminating right at my pussy. The orgasm crashes over me—wave after wave of pleasure.

Dylan keeps licking until I’m too sensitive to take any more. He looks up at me with those pretty brown eyes of his.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, I yank him toward me to kiss him.

He whispers, “Fuck. I’ve missed doing that.”

“Pssh. You’re telling me.”

He leans in to kiss me again while his fingers dip back into my wetness. Two fingers slide inside and make contact with that magic spot. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I try to concentrate on the kiss. Do you know how hard that is while somebody is pushing a metaphorical button that makes you see stars?

His fingers pump inside me, building up the pressure once again. It won’t take much to push me over the edge for a second time. I can barely focus on the kiss because it feels so fucking good.

Knowing I’ll need some contact with my clit, he uses his thumb to apply a little pressure to it. The way his hand moves gives me just the amount of friction that I need.

Another orgasm rips through me. I moan into Dylan’s kiss as my pussy soaks his hand.

He slides his fingers and gives me a couple more soft kisses.

“Do you feel better?” He asks.

“Not quite.”

“Oh?”

“You told me you were going to make me come every way imaginable. But I think you’re forgetting about doing it with your cock.”

“I didn’t know if you wanted to.”

I look into his eyes. “Dylan, I want to.”

That’s all the convincing he needs to stand up and get naked. As he sheds his clothes, I see the tattoo on his chest. There’s something extremely hot about him having a tat that I gave him.

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