Page 53 of His Two Hidden Masks

“A little more,” he whispered, rocking his hips, pushing in deeper and deeper. “Open for me,” he moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, ahh.” My voice rose. I no longer cared what noise I made. I spread wide as he slid all the way in until his hip bones were tight against mine.

I looked down to see him staring at our bodies fused together. Mewing, I lifted my hips, wanting more, needing more. I couldn’t look away from the place where our bodies connected.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice low. “That’s it, that’s it. Fuck.” His girth stretched me wide. He drove in deep as he moved slowly in and out, in and out. This was the moment we both craved.

Our bodies fused, pulses throbbing. I mewed and whimpered, my fingers raking his back and grabbing his ass. I wanted him closer, deeper. I thought of nothing but his dick claiming me, owning me.

Our moans and breathing syncopated, sweat dripped between us. Our skin slapped together every time he drove into me. Faster and faster he pushed as deep as he could. He took me. He possessed me. My orgasm spun like the wind of a hurricane ready to unfurl. Control slipped from my fingers with every driving thrust.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” I wailed, slamming against him.

“Fuck, yes,” he shouted. My body exploded from the inside out. Dylan’s release pumped into my quivering pussy as his come claimed me with bursts of energy that felt like golden light.

His dick shuddered and shook inside me as his come filled me. I trembled in his arms as the energy of our climax waxed and waned in beautiful ripples. We held each other, shaking.

Dylan kissed my lips. My breathing was still uneven, my body humming as if he’d activated every cell in my body. I wanted to sleep, to drift into dreamland on this boat of bliss, but I also knew I had never felt this awake of alive in my life.

“Dylan,” I said, cupping his face in my hand. Sex like this could never be contained by a one-night-stand. Now that we knew each other’s names, we knew each other’s secrets, too. My heart cracked open a little wider with every one of his soft kisses.

“Thank you,” he said, between soft, gorgeous kisses.

I exhaled a half-sigh and moan in response, words still out of reach.

“You feel like music,” he said. “I can’t explain it any other way. You feel like a song.”

He pulled out of me slowly, tenderly. He lowered my skirt and found his pants. Quietly and gently, he helped me to my feet. Our breath normalized as we dressed. The delicious hummingand buzzing inside me faded to a feeling of wholeness and satisfaction.

I grabbed his arm, gasping. “Look!” One of the vases overhead had shifted. It sat dangerously close to teetering off the edge of the shelf, crashing to the stone floor.

Dylan laughed and slid it back into place. “It would have been worth it,” he said. “I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t break it. Next time, we need to try harder.”

“Try harder,” I said, swatting his arm. “Fuck you.”

“No, I believe it’s fuck you,” he said, kissing me again.

We were joking about sex. The best sex of my life with the most beautiful man that I had ever met, and he made me laugh. He picked up my shawl and held it in the air.

“Your wrap, my lady,” he said.

I pretended to curtsy, and as he wrapped my shawl around me and helped me pull down the hem of my skirt, I wished we could go back to the moment where he was deep inside me. I wanted to keep that feeling of completion forever.

We froze at the unmistakable sound of footsteps and the jingling of keys. “The security guards,” I whispered.

“Has it been an hour? Time did stand still a couple of times,” he said, grinning with that smart-ass smile.

“Follow me.” I opened a door that led to another display room, checked to make sure the coast was clear, and slipped back into the hallway. I pulled Dylan into a dark entryway that led to a storage room. We were cloaked by shadows and needed to stay quiet until the guard exited the hall.

“Should we just run, or are we going to hide here?” he whispered.

“Shhhhh,” I said, glancing back down the hall. I could see a beam of light bounce off the walls, as the guard moved from the main hall into each of the display rooms.

“He is doing his rounds,” I said.

“You have a plan?”

I nodded. “He will go back and forth to each room.”

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