Page 61 of Yuletide Acres

I raise up on my knees, frantic to peel off every stitch of his clothing. I need to see him. Feel him. Taste him and know that he’s real.

And on some level, he’s still mine. Even if it’s only for tonight.

My hands splay across his chest as I trace the lines of his torso with my lips. Dylan releases a heated moan as he fumbles his belt off, shucking his pants.

Now it’s my turn to soak him in, and I skate my hands up his thighs, allowing my fingers to graze against his cock. I wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling him strain toward me, and I see the desperation in his face.

Just like a decade earlier, I can still bring this man to his knees. And make him love every second.

I stroke him as his hips buck under me. I know what he wants, but Dylan isn’t the only one who likes to tease. I bend close to him, tonguing slow circles around his tip.

“Fuck me, Poppy,” Dylan breathes, his hands fisting in the blanket.

I run my tongue along his entire length, with just enough pressure to drive him wild. Then, when his hand knots in my hair, I lower my mouth around him, working over every inch.

The groans increase, and I know he’s close. Time to up the ante.

I take all of him into my mouth, humming to increase the sensation. I massage his balls with one hand, loving the heated reaction as I push him closer to the edge.

“Poppy,” he grunts, his hands almost painful as they pull at my hair. The last time we were in this position, my short hair wouldn’t allow that and it’s obvious he’s getting off on this new twist. “No way am I coming before you.”

I gasp in surprise as he lifts me up, flipping me onto my back. “Why did you stop me? You were so close.”

He shoots me a devilish grin, draping my legs over his shoulders. “My lady always comes first. And she comes more than once.”

Dylan parts my folds as he sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks against me, and I can’t stifle the moan. Every time I’m about to spiral off, he backs it down, swiping his tongue along my lips, nuzzling the inside of my thighs, before returning and doing it all over again.

“God, I missed you, Poppy,” Dylan murmurs, his tongue teasing me open, his hands holding my body against him. “I might just stay here all night, taking back every inch of my girl.”

I want to scream, but I hold back, biting my lip so hard I taste blood. But there’s no denying my body’s reaction. I’m dripping wet, writhing against his hand and mouth as they work me over.

Again, and again.

Pleasure shoots through me, my entire body vibrating against him, as I huff out his name in panted breaths. “I need you. Please,” I plead, my nails scratching along his shoulders.

Within seconds, he’s on top of me, wiping his mouth on the blanket before claiming my kiss. “Let me inside, Sunshine,” he begs, his cock teasing my folds.

I nod, my tongue tracing the outline of his lips. “I want that so much.” And I do want it. I want him. I know that I’m running on pure emotion right now, but I don’t care. “Make me forget the last ten years without you.”

Dylan manages a nod before filling me, and we both groan at the intensity of the feeling. “I’ll make you remember how perfect we are together, so you’ll never leave my side again.”

I clench around him, smiling at the unrestrained passion lining his face.

He stills, his breathing heated in my ear. “You feel too good. Even better than before.”

I manage two words, a repeat of my earlier request. “Show me.”

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The fire fades down, but neither of us wants to move. We fit too perfectly together, curled under the blankets, our naked bodies entwined.

Sex with Dylan was always over the top, but this time, it was magnificent. I guess fitting in ten years of longing ups the ante in the emotions department.

I prop up on one elbow, letting my hand trace idle designs on his chest. He used to be skinny, but now, he’s bulked up. In all the right places. “Whoever thought we’d wind up here again,” I muse, pressing kisses to his skin.

“I did.”

My gaze widens at his calm expression. “Really? Was that when you were yelling at me or claiming that I was a crazy heathen hippie?”

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