Page 42 of Second Time's the Charm

Sexual energy consumed him, rocking him to the bone. From the way she trembled, he had a feeling it was rocking her as well.

Dylan broke off the kiss and licked her mouth from corner to corner. Her moans, a husky sensuous sound of want and need, stirred even more hunger to life within him.

“Dylan... I...please...”

He continued to lick her lips. And then she pulled up and took his mouth. Her hunger mixed with her aggressiveness heated his blood. It ignited an explosion of pleasure all through him. No woman had aroused him to this degree, where every ounce of testosterone in his body flared in response to what she was doing. When she finally released his mouth, he tugged her caftan over her head and gazed down at her. Her body was beautiful.

“Dylan, what are you doing to me?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“The same thing you’re doing to me, Charm. I intend to drive you wild. What do you think of that?”

Before she could answer, he shifted her to lie on her back and she whispered, “Your clothes. Take your clothes off, too, Dylan.”

Heeding her command, he moved away from the bed and pulled his shirt from his pants to take it off. After tossing it aside, he removed the rest of his clothes. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he stood by the bed totally naked.

Charm knew she was in trouble.

This was when she was supposed to get off the bed and tell him just what she thought of him. The only problem was that she couldn’t make her legs move. Nor could she keep her gaze from roaming all over him. He no longer had the body of a teenager but that of a man. It boggled her mind that all these changes could have taken place in ten years.

She’d always thought he had a nice physique, but now it was muscular. Where had that chiseled stomach, rock-hard chest and those strapping shoulders come from? And then there was his manhood, that length that had the area between her thighs throbbing just from the sight of it. It was bigger, even more beautiful than she remembered. And from the way it seemed to be enlarging before her eyes, he was getting aroused just from her looking at him. Or was it from him looking at her naked body?

He pulled a condom from the wallet he’d placed on the nightstand earlier. She’d seen him sheath himself before and was just as fascinated now, amazed at how his oversized manhood could fit in such a tiny piece of latex.

When he was finished, she moved her gaze to his face and saw the depth of his desire for her. A frisson of need shot up her spine. And then he began moving toward her. She was suddenly filled with a need she hadn’t expected. A need so intense, the ache reached every part of her body. She wanted to get a grip, but couldn’t. The only thing she could do was reach out for him the moment he placed his knee on the bed.

The kiss they exchanged at that moment was one meant to be in a romance novel. Their lips and tongues were in sync, trying to feed a hunger they both felt. The more he gave of himself, the more she wanted. Whatever this was, these emotions ramming through her body were some she couldn’t fight. Nor did she want to.

When he broke off the kiss, she moaned a protest, but he silenced her objection by trailing kisses down her neck while rubbing his hand gently across her chest. When his fingertips caressed her nipples she released another moan and when his tongue laved one nipple and then another, her womanly core pulsed intensely.

What was happening to her? What was he doing to her? When his hands lowered between her legs and stroked her there while his tongue continued to lick and suck her nipples, she came close to having an orgasm then and there.

When he lifted his head and their eyes met, he smiled. The look in them all but told her he was about to get bad. As naughty as he could get. He proved her right when he eased her down on her back and trailed kisses down her chest toward her stomach.

Knowing his intent, she could only moan out his name in anticipation. “Dylan...”

Any thought of resisting was not even possible as her body trembled beneath the onslaught of his tongue as it moved closer to its target. At the initial feel of his tongue inside her, she gasped in pleasure and spread her thighs to provide him better access. He became the bad boy he told her he would become when he used that tongue as a weapon of mass pleasure.

Then she couldn’t hold out any longer when he lifted her hips and locked his mouth on her as his tongue suddenly became a gratification machine. Her womb contracted at the feel of what he was doing to her and how. As if a powder keg had gone off where his tongue connected with her flesh, she gripped a handful of his hair and pulled while screaming his name as an orgasm ripped through her. All logic was replaced by the explosion of pleasure that overtook her.

She hadn’t yet come back off her organic high when Dylan shifted in position over her and whispered. “Now, we’ll be bad together, sweetheart.”

Charm’s face had an orgasmic glow, and Dylan thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. There was something about Charm that was still in his system after all this time, and tonight he intended to replace the memories of what happened following their last encounter with good memories they would build on. He wanted to move forward again with her, and he hoped she wanted to do the same with him. He had enjoyed her company this week, and knew there was no way he could let her walk out of his life again. He loved her.

Needing to kiss her with an intensity he felt in every part of his body, he lowered his mouth to hers. He liked kissing her because she never hesitated to kiss him back, letting him know she enjoyed the exchange as much as he did. Their tongues loved tangling, dueling and grappling in the most intimate way. Like they were doing now.

As if his manhood knew its way home, he eased inside her without disengaging their mouths. His body tensed when he discovered she was just as tight as she’d been the last time. He broke off the kiss and stared down at her. Before he could open his mouth to ask her anything, she arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck to bring his mouth back down to her.

He felt himself buried deep inside her as her mouth took control of his, as if egging him on. As their mouths mated, so did their bodies as he thrust hard into her over and over again. Fire seemed to spread between them, burning the sheets and causing his manhood to pound harder and deeper.

The sound of her screaming his name followed by her body convulsing in pleasure triggered his own climax and her inner muscles began milking him, clenching him tight while she was pulling his hair. He didn’t mind the pain. He could no longer hold back a growl of deep male satisfaction and then he whispered, “I don’t plan to ever let you go again, Charm.”

Another orgasm ripped through them both. Dylan tightened his arms around her and hoped that tonight was the start of their new beginning.

Twenty-One

“Ihave to go.”

Charm’s words intruded into Dylan’s sleepy, sexually exhausted mind. He opened one eye, smiled at her and released his hold. They’d been sleeping with their legs entwined and with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Figuring she had to go to the bathroom, he said, “Don’t be gone too long,” before closing his eyes again in blissful slumber.

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