Page 91 of Falling in Love with Two

Dylan yells, “Leah, I’m home!”

“Hi,” I call back.

I know he’ll leave me alone. Usually, when I’m in my room, he gives me space.

But as I try to get back into the zone I was just in, I can’t seem to concentrate. I’m still so flustered I feel like I could combust, but I’m having trouble crossing the finish line.

“Fuck this,” I mutter under my breath as I yank the blankets off and stand up.

Walking out of the room, I find Dylan in the kitchen.

“Hey,” he greets with a smile.

“Hi. I need a favor.”

He closes the refrigerator door and turns toward me. “Sure. Anything.”

“Remember that in a second.” I point at him. “I need you to make me come.”

“You need me to make you—”

“Come. You heard me.”

When he looks confused as fuck, I go on. “This is the first time in months that I’ve even thought of anything sexual. And now, I need it. I need it like a teenage boy. I tried to do it myself, but my vibrator bit the dust.”

While I’m talking, Dylan walks around the counter, not stopping until he’s right in front of me. As he looks down at me, I wonder what he’s thinking.

I’m sure I sound insane, but right now, I’m thinking with my vagina—much like how a man thinks with his dick most of the time.

My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for his next move.

“You know, if you wanted to come, you didn’t have to pull out the vibrator.” He lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter. “You could have just asked me from the start.”

Grabbing both sides of my face, he pulls me in for a kiss. The moment his tongue swipes against mine, I turn into a feral animal.

My legs wrap around his waist while my arms do the same to his neck. He kisses me like he needs this as much as I do.

His hands sit on my thighs and slowly move upward.

When they get to my hips, he breaks the kiss. “No panties?”

“Dylan, five minutes ago, I had a vibrator up my cooch. No panties makes for easier access.”

“You are so fucking sexy.”

“You aren’t offended that I didn’t come to you first?” I ask.

“Are you kidding? That just means that I’m going to have to make you come so hard that you’ll never make me second choice again.”

Well, if I wasn’t wet before, I sure as shit am drenched now.

He lifts me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom. When he sets me onto his bed, he takes off my shirt before I lay down and get comfortable.

His eyes move over me, slowly taking it all in. I haven’t felt very sexy…until this very moment.

“Still just as perfect as I remember,” he says. Using his finger to swipe through my slit, he asks, “How do you want me to make you come?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

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