Page 61 of Family Forever
A bit of wickedness flashed in Marissa’s eyes. “She doesn’t spend much time here now that she's got a boyfriend with his own apartment.”
Her magnetizing gaze captured and held his.
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Marissa stared into Dylan’s dark mesmerizing gaze. The second she mentioned her roommate was likely not to return, the desire intensifying his gaze caused her stomach to swirl. Her heart thudded in her chest as he stepped toward her and cupped her cheeks in his hands. Though his tender lips touched softly, and only briefly, to hers, the jolt of electricity that ripped through her body was nearly enough to knock her over.
He inched back but still held her face. “I missed you. I miss you whenever you’re gone.”
“I miss you too.”
His lips touched hers again, softly and sweetly, just like a moment ago, but she wanted more from him and didn’t want to wait any longer. As she stretched her arms up to pull him closer to her, her left hand caught in the strap of the gift back dangling from his arm. She’d been so preoccupied with him she’d forgotten about her present.
He pulled back from her and slid the bag off his arm before handing it to her, then he slid out of his coat, and draped it on the chair by her desk. She rid herself of her coat as well and took a seat on the futon with her present on her lap. He sat next to her.
She pulled the box from the bag and opened the lid to find a beautiful pair of ruby studs that matched perfectly to the ruby teardrop necklace he’d given her for Christmas, the very necklace she wore tonight. She ran her fingertips over the earrings and then her necklace as she returned her gaze to him. “They’re lovely, Dylan, absolutely lovely. Thank you.”
“I’m so glad you like them.”
Like them, she loved them. It wouldn’t have mattered what he gave her, she would have loved it.
She reached up and ran her hand over the sharp angles of his face. Not only was he the most handsome man, he was also the most kind and generous man she’d ever met. In her limited experiences with men, mainly her father and uncle, she’d found them to be rather unfeeling. But not Dylan, or any of the Jacobs men for that matter. Their parents had done a lovely job raising them to be kind and caring individuals, and Dylan was doing a wonderful job picking up where his parents left off. It saddened her to know she would never get the opportunity to meet Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs, but she felt kindred to them through their children.
He leaned toward her and kissed her softly and sweetly. So like she expected of him, patient and careful, not to rush into anything. Knowing she’d have to set the tone for where she wanted this night to go, she parted her lips. His tongue dipped into her mouth, moving delicately, probing gently. Her heart fluttered. She wanted—no needed—more from him. Gripping his shoulders, she pulled him tighter to her and opened her mouth wider. He met her request, kissing her deeper, wetter, hotter.
Unsure as to when it happened, she found herself on Dylan’s lap, straddling him as she lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt over her head. Lightly, he ran his finger over the lace trim of her bra, sending a shiver of excitement racing through her. His thumb and forefinger landed on the clasp between her breasts and in a flash the material parted, fully exposing her breasts to him. He eyed them inquisitively before he reached up and pulled the straps over her shoulders. The bra floated to the floor, and his palms cupped her breasts. Her nipples tightened. Still cupping her, he leaned forward and touched his lips to the top of her right breast before skimming feathery light kisses across her skin into the valley between, and then up and across the top of her left breast. His heated breath washed over her, warming her already flaming body. When his mouth replaced his hand and he suckled her nipple, the intensifying heated sensations ripping through her knocked her breathless. His tongue flicked over her bud sending a jolt between her thighs. Greedy for more, she wove her fingers through his hair and dragged him over to her other breast. The same jolting reaction occurred.
Reaching down, Marissa tugged at Dylan’s shirt. She needed to see that broad bare chest she’d seen on rare occasions in the past. Only this time she knew she’d get to touch it, taste it, claim it. With urgency, she yanked his shirt over his head, and then skimmed her fingertips across his chest and down over his rippled abs. It amazed her how hard his muscles were, yet his skin was soft. His smoldering gaze caught hold of hers and held it as she splayed her hands and glided them back up and over his abdomen and chest.
His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her tightly to him. Bare chest against chest, skin against skin. It was the most amazing feeling. His ravenous mouth captured hers in a mindboggling needy kiss. Thrill snapped through her, she had finally managed to awaken him.
Without losing contact with her lips, he stood with her in his arms and lowered her until her feet planted on the floor. He stepped back and skimmed his hands down her sides and over her hips as he kneeled at her feet. His hands stilled at the top of her right boot, he gripped the zipper and lowered it, then pulled the boot from her foot when she lifted it. They did the same with her other boot. His hands glided up the sides of her legs and under her skirt. He hooked his fingers under the band of her tights and slowly peeled them off her, his intense dark gaze never once leaving hers. As he reached back up, she undid the button and zipper on the back of her skirt and it fell to the floor. All that remained was the black thong panties she chose specifically for tonight. He swung his gaze between her eyes and her panties, then met hers again before he hooked his fingers over the thin strap of material that held her panties in place. His hands were gentle and his movements were painstakingly slow, as if he were savoring every touch of her skin. The throbbing between her thighs urged her to hurry him along, but the contented pleasure in her heart wanted to milk every moment for all it was worth.
Dylan rose to his feet, kicking off his shoes along the way, then stepped toward her and recaptured her lips as he edged her backward. During the few short steps they’d taken, she managed to undo the button and zipper to his pants. When the back of her legs pressed to her bed, she pulled her lips from him, reached over and yanked the covers back before she crawled in and slid over, making room for him.
After pulling a foiled packet from his pocket, he pushed down his pants and underwear at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his erection. It was everything she imagined it would be. Nervous anticipation skittered through her at the thought of her inexperience. She hoped she’d be able to please him. She sucked in a calming breath and blew it out as she watched him sheath himself. It crossed her mind to reach over and do it for him but she didn’t want him to see her shaky hands. Why was she so nervous? She was finally getting exactly what she had wanted for so long.
He slid in beside her, propping himself on his elbow, and she flung the covers over the both of them. His gentle fingers stroked her cheek and skimmed over her jaw and onto her neck before his lips met hers in a gentle, loving manner. Not rushed or hard, like a few minutes earlier. His hand delicately cupped her breast, and fingertips brushed over her nipple before working their way over to her other breast. The stimulation shot another slight jolt of pleasure between her thighs. His lips pressed a little more firmly to hers and his tongue dove deeper into the depths of her mouth as his hand lowered and splayed across her stomach, and continued to move lower. When he pressed his palm to her mound, a flash of heat nearly lit her on fire. He dipped a finger into her wetness and probed for a moment before pulling out and circling her swollen clit. Desire cracked through her like a whip and she arched toward him.
Dylan rolled above her, holding the bulk of his weight on his elbows. The need in his eyes was unmistakable, but it was the depth of love emitting in his gaze that calmed her, stole her heart, and let her know she was doing the right thing.
A tinge of vulnerability passed over his face. What was that about? Then he opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came out. She waited out his hesitation. He blinked, sucked in a deep breath and let it out. “I love you. You know that, right?”
Her heart slammed in her chest. Tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down she already knew how he felt about her but to hear the words come from his mouth with such sincerity blew her away.
Dylan swiped his thumb over her cheek, drying a tear that escaped her. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” he asked with a hint of panic in his tone.
“Everything is fine. In fact, it’s perfect. I love you, too. I have for a long time.”
His gentle lips found hers, and he pressed himself into her. Long, slow strokes filled her. He nipped at her lips and then slid his mouth down the side of her neck further sensitizing her already sensitive skin. It didn’t matter where he touched, every nerve ending in her body was already on fire.
As her hands roamed over his heated skin, his muscles flexed underneath her touch. His strokes came quicker and deeper. He reached between their bodies and dragged his thumb over her swollen bead. Her breath hitched. With each stroke of her inner walls and flick of her inflamed bud, her inner muscles tightened, waves of sensation built inside her. She couldn’t hold back any longer, she was going to come. Her body arched up as she cried out Dylan’s name and ecstasy broke over her. The degree of pleasure racing through her body was immeasurable, total bliss. She latched onto his shoulders as her body shook and shuddered beneath his. He drove deeper into her clenching walls and within seconds a groan of pleasure escaped his lips.
His hot body pressed to hers. Their rapid breaths and her thudding heart were the only sounds she heard in the moments that followed. In time, their breaths returned to normal.
Dylan rolled off her, pulling her along with him. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and placed her hand against his chest. His heartbeat tapped against her palm, soothing her. His love surrounded her, comforting her, letting her know they had done the right thing, and he was hers as much as she was his.
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