Page 90 of His Two Hidden Masks

He pushed in with more force, increasing the gorgeous pressure against my clit every time. I had never come like this before. It was slow and gentle. It was sensual. Stroke by stroke, energy for my orgasm began to spiral and build inside me.

“That’s it. That’s it,” he murmured. He swirled his hips and I was undone in a surge.

I cried out. My pussy clenched his cock, and I broke all around him, crashing in a torrent and calling his name. His cock pumped and throbbed inside me as he lost control and came in time with me.

Together we rode wave after wave, cresting and falling together again and again. His brown eyes held mine as the energy between us rippled and calmed.

“Dylan.” I sighed, touching his face. Tears filled my eyes as a feeling of wholeness enveloped me. I was vulnerable, and yet safe. Dylan looked at me as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world and kissed me. His lips warm against mine, we held our kiss until our breathing slowed.

“I’ve never felt this with anyone,” I murmured, our lips still touching.

“I know, baby,” he said. “I know.”

He pulled out of me and slipped his arm under my head. Pulling me close, he kissed my temple. My head nestled against his chest, his arms around me, I closed my eyes and slept.

I awokewith Dylan asleep beside me. A buzzing light caught my attention. It was my phone across the room on the floor. I climbed out of bed and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around my naked body.

I picked up my phone. I had two messages from Roberto, which I ignored. I had three texts from Leo, the first at one o’clock in the morning.

You home?

Text me so I know you are ok

WTF Bella

Shit. I sat down, wrapping the blanket around me. I had told Leo I was leaving, but normally I texted when I was home. I’d forgotten to close the loop and he was worried.

Sorry, I am ok. I ran into Dylan. I’m with him.

Three dots. I held my breath waiting for his reply.

Good for you, He is hot AF.

Do everything I would do

I smiled at Leo’s unconditional support. Dylan stirred in the bed. He sat up, bleary eyed, his hair falling across his forehead. “You’re up?”

“It’s Leo,” I said, standing. “I forgot to text him that I made it home.”

“Come back to bed,” he said, holding the covers open for me.

It was the sexiest thing anyone had ever said to me. I dropped my blanket and slipped naked between the sheets. He put his arms around me, his warm body spooning mine.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I said.

His lips against my neck, he kissed me. “I don’t mind.” His arms softly caressed my elbows. I had never felt this content in any man’s arms. I felt safe enough to ask questions.

“Dylan, why did you stop singing?” I said.

His hands stopped moving for a moment, and then he resumed.

“Only if you want to tell me,” I said. “I’d like to know. You told me who you were and you didn’t need to do that.”

He breathed and slid his arms out from underneath me. I rolled over so I could face him. He lay on his back, looking at the ceiling.

“Are you shutting me out?” I asked, my heart racing.

“No,” he said, still looking overhead. “I’m not shutting you out.”

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