Page 73 of Revolve
“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin as his nose drags down my body. “You’re so brave.” Another kiss. “So pretty.” Another one. “So fucking mean it makes me hard.”
I laugh and he gazes up at me like he doesn’t want to miss it. I feel his smirk on my skin as he trails lower, pulling my leg over his shoulder, pausing only a millisecond when my anklet jingles, but just as quickly, his hot mouth is on me. He doesn’t break eye contact, observing what every movement of his tongue does to me. How it makes me go from the straight-thinking, rigid girl into this goopy mess.
“Dylan,” I whimper. I’m embarrassed that I could probably comefrom this alone. But then his hand reaches under my hoodie, and his fingers roll my nipples.
I throw my head back, letting his hand roam over my scars like they haven’t haunted me, haven’t been the reason I avoid looking in bathroom mirrors when I shower. His tongue drives into me, he presses his thumb against my clit, and his moans vibrate against my pussy. It feels sogood, I envy him for making my body feel this way. Like in just a few minutes, he understood its language better than I ever could.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he whispers, low enough I almost don’t hear it. “And you taste like cherries.” Then he sucks on my clit, and my body is on fire.
“I think I’m going to come,” I pant. Dylan grips my thigh, tight enough to leave a mark.
He tuts. He actually fucking tuts at me. “You come when I want you to.”
“Dylan,” I mutter, pulling his hair harder so he looks at me. “Don’t tell me what to do.” A part of me is afraid if he doesn’t give it now, it’ll be snuffed out like a flame.
“Why not? I have a pretty good feeling you’ll do whatever I say right now.” He pushes his two fingers inside me, watching as my eyes roll back the deeper he goes. “Don’t. Come.”
“Dylan.”
My body feels heavy, and he just watches me, teasing. The orgasm builds and builds. Dylan doesn’t give it an option to quit. He holds it hostage, and I need it badly.
“Please?” I run a shaky hand through his hair.
It’s almost like he melts. His dark eyes are warm, like honey dripping into his irises, the brown glowing like they would in the sun. He’s so attentive, so focused on me, it makes me feel electrified.
In less than a second, he hits the perfect spot, and coil after coil of need causes hot sparks to drench my body. I let out a high-pitchedmoan, shaking out of my release. Dylan stands to wrap his arms around me.
He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He kisses me, swallowing my breathless moans like they’re his to have. I give them to him, every single one. Then I’m rubbing against him, needing him again. My kisses become sloppier, eager, untamed.
Before I can reach the drawstring of his sweats, he flips me around so fast, I squeak.
“Hands on the wall.” He puts them there for me. Then he comes close behind me, the material of his pants rubbing against my bare ass where I feel the hard head of his cock so close to where my pulse flutters. Like it’s having withdrawals from his touch.
I reach back trying to touch him, to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
He doesn’t let me. His lips press roughly against my ear. “What did I tell you, Sierra? This is for you, and I’m not going to stop until you can’t think about anything but me pleasuring you. That’s what you asked for, isn’t it?”
“What about y—”
He nips my ear, and his fingers slide down my stomach and in between my legs, where he slaps my wet core. “That’s not how this works. Move again, and I’ll have to tie you up.”
His other arm snakes around my body, palming my tits. “Please. I can’t.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg, Sierra. You should do it more often.”
“Don’t let it get to your head, Donovan,” I force the words through gritted teeth.
“It already has, baby.” His fingers move in tandem with his hips, and I feel exactly how much it’s gotten to his head. He’s still teasing me, playing with every inch of my body and enjoying each gasp he elicits.
“I need more,” I say, trying to touch him, but he moves so quickly, I’m pinned on my back on the mattress.
“Such a greedy girl,” he says. “Be good, Sierra, or I’m going to suck on your tits for so long you’ll be begging me to stop.” He goes down again, and I try to push his head where I need it, but he shakes off my hands, grazing my nipple with his teeth. “You wanna come?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
Everything feels too sensitive and heightened. I’m crushed under his muscular body, knowing that with just one more kiss and a little friction, I won’t be able to function.
