Page 16 of Going, Going, Gone
Chapter Eleven
Standing next to Nessa in her kitchen, Dylan prepared a salad while she put the finishing touches on the shrimp Alfredo she’d made for them. After she’d finished helping her student on the phone earlier, and he’d gotten his raging cock under control, Nessa had invited him to dinner at her place to his surprise and delight. He couldn’t remember ever seeing a woman past the third date without having her in his bed. While some men would view a woman like Nessa—strong in her convictions—as a challenge to be overcome, Dylan didn’t feel that way. Yes, he was dying to find out what it would be like to be buried balls deep in her hot pussy, but he also liked just being with her. They talked about everything under the sun when they were together, or over the phone when they were apart—agreeing on some topics and debating others. The challenge he felt with her wasn’t one of getting into her bed, it was getting to know every little detail about her, and he was willing to take a lifetime to do it. At some point over the past ten days, Dylan had fallen for her—and hard. He’d heard people say they knew the moment they’d found “the one,” just like his parents—but he’d never thought it would happen to him. He’d have to remember to send a wedding invite to Nadine Marx when the time came, because he’d every intention of putting a ring on Nessa’s finger. No, he wasn’t going to rush it, but it would happen someday.
After dinner, they cuddled on the couch, watching a new movie they’d both wanted to see but had missed in the movie theaters. Dylan loved the feel of Nessa curled into his side as he rested his arm over her shoulders. As the credits began to scroll, she lifted her head back and smiled at him. “That was an excellent movie. I was so worried I wouldn’t like it after reading someof the movie critic’s reviews.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I tend to love the ones they hate and hate the ones they love.”
“Me too.”
A moment of silence hung between them. The air changed from relaxed to crackling with electricity as her gaze went to his mouth. She slowly licked her lips, and that was his undoing. He lowered his head and took possession of her mouth. Unable to help himself, he shifted and laid flat on the sofa, pulling Nessa along until she was draped over him. In this position he could run his hands up and down her curves. She straddled his hips with her knees but didn’t raise her torso. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, but their two shirts frustrated him. He wanted skin on skin. He wanted to map out every nuance of her body until he could recall every inch of her in his mind when they were apart.
His tongue dueled with hers, and he decided to test the waters by giving her T-shirt a tug to see what her response was. He loved that she wore comfortable clothing around him. Whether she dressed up or down, she was gorgeous in his eyes. Some women he’d dated could take an hour getting ready and come out of their bedrooms looking like they were headed to a high-end club when all they were doing was going to a movie. His Nessa would look far better than any of them, even if it took her thirty seconds to throw on something that was twenty years old with wrinkles and holes in it, twist her hair into a sloppy ponytail, and walk out, sans makeup.
Grasping the fabric of her shirt, that was tucked into the jean capris she’d put on before dinner, he gave it a small yank, just enough to let her know he’d love to take it off her. He was shocked when she ripped her mouth from his, pushed up on his chest until she was sitting on his throbbing groin, and pulled the shirt up and over her head. When she tossed it on the table next to the couch and reached behind to unsnap her turquoise-colored bra, he stopped her, his hands on her forearms, pinning them to her side. “Are you sure, baby?” When she hesitated, he added, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying to see you naked, but I want you to be sure.”
Nessa bit her bottom lip and nodded. “I’m very sure, Dylan. I want you. More than any other man I’ve ever met. Please?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to beg. Your wish is my command.”
He sat up, swung his legs off the couch, and stood up, never letting her feet hit the ground, in one swift motion that made her squeal. “Oh, my God, Dylan, what are you doing?”
With his hands under her lush ass, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her beautiful breasts in his face, he strode toward the inner sanctum that was her bedroom. He’d never been in there, but he knew where it was. Using purposeful strides, he got them there in a hurry and eased her down on the fully made bed that he planned on messing up very soon.
His mouth found hers again, even as his hand snaked around her back and easily released the clasp of her bra. Pulling back, he dragged the straps down her arms until she was bared to him. He stood and stared. God, she was stunning. Rose-colored peaks contrasted with her pale, rounded breasts. Reaching down, he tested the weight of one and then the other. They filled his hands and then some. His thumbs flicked her nipples, and he watched them respond. “Beautiful,” he whispered. “But I want to see all of you.”
Dragging his hands down to her waist, he paused at the button above the zipper. His gaze met hers. “May I?”
She smiled shyly and nodded. “If you don’t, I’ll be very disappointed.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?”
“No, we can’t.”
After undoing the button, he took his time lowering the zipper. He wanted to savor every moment of unwrapping her like a Christmas present. When he reached the bottom of the closure, he could see the band of her underwear that matched her bra. Tucking his fingers into the waist of her capris, he pulled them down her hips when she lifted them for him. A moment later, all she was wearing was her bikini underwear as he stood over her. Placing a hand on each of her knees, he gently pushed so her thighs were spread. His mouth watered when he saw the wetness in the crotch of her panties. Dropping to his knees, he tugged her hips until they were at the edge of the bed.
“Dylan! What—”
“Shh, baby. Relax. I want to learn everything there is about your body before I get inside it. Grab one of those pillows and put it behind your head if you want to watch me enjoy this sweet pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widened as his words registered. After a moment’s hesitation, she did as he’d suggested. Once she was comfortable, he spread her thighs wider, and leaned down to nuzzle her mound. Her scent drove him wild, his cock lengthening further in his pants to the point of pain. But there was no way he was rushing this.
He sucked her wet panties between his lips, familiarizing himself with her taste. Before releasing the fabric, he exhaled, heating her core with his breath.
“Oh, God!”
Dylan watched as her eyes slammed shut and her pelvis came off the bed. Taking advantage, he hooked his fingers under the sides of her underwear and slid it down her legs, before tossing it over his shoulder. He stared at his Eden. Nessa was trim but not bare. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood, and Dylan draped his arm across her hip and used his thumb and finger to expose the little pearl even more. He latched his lips around it and sucked before flicking it with his tongue. Nessa’s hips bucked again, but this time he held her down. He shifted lower, running his flattened tongue through her wet folds, moaning as her taste tantalized his palate. Dylan lapped at her, enjoying her squirming along with her gasps, whimpers, and sighs as he drove her higher. He was determined to rip an orgasm from her before he buried himself inside her, not knowing how long he’d last when he finally did.
Reaching up with one hand, he toyed with a nipple, plucking and rolling it. His mouth returned to her clit as he slowly impaled her with one and then two fingers.
“Dylan! Oh!” She fisted his hair, but at the same time, held him in place. “Please!”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me. I want to watch you shatter.”
He finger-fucked her faster and harder. Her walls clenched around his digits, giving him a preview of what it was going to be like once he got his cock inside her. The pad of his middle finger found the spongy spot deep in her core he’d been searching for, and he stepped up his sensual assault, stimulating the G-spot, her clit, and breasts at the same time. Her hand in his hair tightened as she writhed underneath him. Her cries became louder as she neared the point of no return.
“Oh, God! Dylan, please!”
“Look at me, baby.” When her frantic gaze met his unwavering one, he pinched her nipple, sucked her clit, and fucked her pussy, simultaneously, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as her climax destroyed her. Her walls spasmed, almost crushing his fingers, as the rest of her body quaked with the force of completion.
