Page 112 of Revolve
I’m barely holding back from rocking my hips, but Dylan’s hands are firm on my waist. The music is still thumping against the walls outside. I’m pretty sure I hear Kian and Summer singing a duet. But I focus on how Dylan’s heart beats fast against mine.
“So greedy,” I tease.
“Only when it comes to you,” he whispers. “Be my girlfriend.”
My heart stops. “I think that’s supposed to be a question.”
His thumb settles on the erratic pulse point on my neck. “There’s no question about how I feel with you. Tonight, when I fuck you, Sierra, it’s going to be as my girlfriend. I want to hold you in my arms and know you’re mine to keep.”
Something bursts in my chest, lights me up like the sun. “You want to keep me?” I ask.
“I’m not letting you go.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
A loud rumbling groan of satisfaction leaves him, and he buries it in the crook of my neck. When he pulls back, he eases my thighs to my stomach, stretching me so far the air touches the most sensitive parts of me. But his burning gaze warms me to an unbearable degree.
“You gonna stare all night?” I tease.
“Might.”
I exhale a laugh, feeling so completely exposed. He strips out of his pants, leaving on his boxers. My hand slides into his hair, clutching the brown locks. I clamp a hand over my mouth, hoping nobody hears me.
Dylan shakes his head, pressing his tongue flat on my clit in a warning. “Let me hear you, Sierra. You know I want to hear you. We don’t hold back when we’re together, yeah?”
When I don’t remove my hands, Dylan reaches into his drawer, and I nearly whine at the loss of his touch. But he quickly realizes whatever he’s looking for isn’t there anymore. Instead, he takes my discarded panties from the floor, lifts my arms, and ties them above my head to his bed frame. With my underwear.Oh my God.
“Don’t. Move,” he orders.
“O-okay.” I whimper through the word until he goes back to do that thing with his tongue that makes me see spots and pulls a string ofyesesfrom me as I come when he asks me to. When he reaches for a condom, I stop him. From one look—he knows. His hands tremble, almost imperceptibly.
“I’ve never …” He trails off.
“Me neither. Maybe it can be our first time. Together. Is that okay?”
Amber brown eyes grow soft. “Yeah, I’d like that. Our first time.”
“Can I touch you now?Please?” He must prefer it that way too, because with one tug, my arms are released.
He gives me no warning before sliding right into me. All the way to the hilt.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says, sliding all the way out, then in again.
When I clutch his wrist, he slows to let me adjust to his size. “Take your time. I’ll give it to you nice and slow.”
And he does. He thrusts at an agonizingly slow and perfect angle, and the sound of us together hits my ears; my eyes close from pure pleasure. He kisses me with a nudge.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. “I want you to keep looking at me.”
He holds my gaze captive, moving faster and watching every single one of my reactions to having him inside me. I’m so desperate for his touch, I start to undo the hooks on the front of my corset. Dylan stops my fumbling hands and does it easily. I’m not wearing a bra, so the second it comes off, Dylan makes a low sound of approval and seals his mouth over my nipple. Having him like this, without an inch of space, feels so right, I can hardly breathe.
When I beg him to go faster, he places his palm between the crown of my head and the bed frame, fucking me so hard I can’t catch my breath. “You like that, Sierra? You like it when I’m all you can feel?” He thrusts into me deeper, rolling his hips. “All you can taste. All you can touch.”
“Yes.”
“I like you like this. Saying yes to me.” He leans back, watching me take him, legs in his grip as he moves fast. “You should do it more often. I might reward you for being so nice.”
I still manage to glare at him even though my eyes try to roll back. “I’m not nice.”
