Page 27 of Falling For Us Again

My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingertips, mirroring my own racing pulse.

The kiss deepens, becoming more desperate and demanding. I can feel the heat between us growing, our breaths mingling as we lose ourselves in the moment. His hands slips under my dress making its way between us, sliding my panties out of the way as his finger finds my wet, throbbing center.

I groan into his mouth, and he sucks on my tongue as he slips a finger inside me, sliding it in and out, as another finger teases my swollen nub in circular motions.

My mouth opens as I tilt my head back with a moan, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his tongue exploring mine in a way that is both commanding and intoxicating. I grab handfuls of his hair as he slips another finger inside.

“Ohhh.” I moan breathlessly. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples beg to be released from their confines.

My moans make his erection swell in his pants, and he presses it against my thigh. He begins to rub my clitoral area faster; I can feel my wetness dripping over his fingers. I’m close to the edge.

“You like that?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Y.. Yes.” I manage to stutter out.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he whispers harshly, pushing two fingers deeper.

I’m too turned on to utter a word, all I can do is moan.

“I want to hear you say it.” He commands. He stops, and I’ll do anything to make him continue.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

My pupils are dilated with desire, and I feel like I’m in a trance with no control over my mind or body.

“Say it” he commands, flicking a finger over my nub.

I gasp. “Oh God, please.”

“Please What?”

“Please Dylan, I want you to fuck me.”

With a triumphant groan he leans in for a deep kiss. He lifts me off the floor, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as we stagger to my bedroom. Without breaking the kiss gently lays me down on the bed.

His lips leave mine to trail hot, lingering kisses down my neck down to my full breasts. I feel gentle bites followed by a soothing flick of his tongue. Each touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through me, and my center throbs with need.

I arch my back, inviting more of his touch, and he obliges, his hands exploring every inch of me, as if rediscovering me with a possessive hunger that leaves me breathless.

We undress each other in desperate motions. Dylan looks at me, his eyes dark with desire, throbbing hard with need. He curses under his breath as he stares at my naked form sprawled out in front of him, begging for his touch.

Instinctively I cup my breasts, squeezing the rosebud nipples, offering up their fullness to him like a sexual offering.

I watch with satisfaction as his nostrils flare. “God, Jenna. You’re magnificent."

He reaches over, wrapping his hands around mine to squeeze my breasts, burying his face in their fullness. He flicks a finger over one hard nipple as he sucks on the other, runninghis tongue over it. I moan loudly, my pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

He kisses all over me; our bodies press together, skin against skin, the heat between us becoming almost unbearable. He takes his time, savoring every moment and every touch, as if trying to drive me crazy, and I am lost in the sensations, my mind clouded with nothing but the overwhelming need to feel him inside of me.

As if reading my thoughts, he slides in slowly, deeply. The sensation of him filling me completely was even better than I remembered. My body tightens around him, stretching to accommodate his size.

“Holy shi—

My breath hitch as he pulls out and thrusts deeply back into me. My back arches, and I feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Our movements build into a rhythm that quickly becomes frantic as we both lose ourselves in each other. I hold on to the sides of the bed as his thrusts come even faster; it is too much, and I feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice.

It's a pleasure I haven’t felt in a long time, and I don’t want it to end.

Our desire builds to an overwhelming peak, and with a final, breathless cry, I fall over the edge, my body trembling with the intensity of it. He follows shortly after, a low groan escaping his lips as he finds his release. We both crumble against each other, his tense body against my trembling one, before we finally relax in the afterglow.

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