Page 25 of The World She Never Knew Existed

Dillon pulled almost all the way out until the large tip was just inside of her. Then, he thrust hard back inside of her, burying himself completely.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

Dillon pistoned in and out of her. Clara’s hips moved in rhythm with his. Together they created a crescendo that was overwhelming. Her heart thundered in her chest and for a minute, she forgot to breathe as she felt the volcanos explode inside of her, sending wave after wave of hot lave pouring over her lover’s cock that was embedded deep inside of her.

“That’s it, Love,” he moaned.

He continued to move, caressing her silken, heated walls. Then, Dillon tossed back his head and let out a loud yelp. He began to throb inside of her, and then he sent a geyser of his seed deep inside of her.

After a couple of minutes, Dillon collapsed on the bed next to her. He touched her cheek and kissed her gently.

Clara smiled into her lover’s eyes. She had never felt anything so incredible in her entire life. John had never spent the time making sure that she enjoyed the sex. Dillon had taken her to an entirely new world.

After snuggling for a few minutes, they cleaned off. Then, he laid back down on the bed and opened his arms. She fell so easily into the invitation, and he pulled her tightly against him. Smiling, she fell asleep with those strong arms wrapped around her.

10

Dillon

Dillon laid in bed holding the beautiful woman close to him. Her head was tucked in underneath his chin, and he could smell the vanilla and lavender from her shampoo. There was a scent that was both prominent and evasive at the same time. It was her essence and it seemed to permeate through every cell in his body. It created a powerful attraction to her.

While Dillon hadn’t been what modern teenagers called “a dog” that had sex with every woman available, he also hadn’t been a monk. He had had a couple of semi-serious relationships and a few one night stands. However, nothing that he had ever experienced could compare with tonight. Making love to Clara was more than just having sex. It felt different, although Dillon couldn’t explain what it was.

What did this mean?he asked himself.We really just met, and I don’t know her well enough to have developed deep feelings for her.

Although he told himself that there wasn’t enough time for him to have fallen in love with her, he couldn’t deny the fact that there was something between them that seemed to be more than simply being attracted to her because she was a beautiful woman. He was pretty sure that Clara felt the same way, or she wouldn’t have given herself to him. Dillon knew that Clara wasn’t the type of woman who had sex willy nilly with any good looking man who propositioned her.

Growling deep in his throat, he decided that they would just take it a day at a time and see where the relationship would go. After all, even though she and John had been separated for more than a year, she might still be on the rebound, without even realizing it.

He thought about how she looked standing in front of him in her panties and her boots. She had taken his breath away. Dillon could feel himself responding to just the image of her standing there in his brain.

Down, boy,he thought.

He took in a couple of deep breaths. Otherwise, he might be tempted to wake her up and ask her if she wanted a second round of just plain old-fashioned fucking.

I’m not sure how well that would go over,he thought.

She might decide that he was completely out of his mind. On the other hand, she might be intrigued by the idea. She was a very passionate woman who seemed to completely succumb to the moment.

Finally, he was able to turn off his brain and calm his body enough to fall asleep. His last thought as he drifted off was that she felt so right in his arms.

Dillon woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing. He sat up straight in bed and looked around. It took him a second to remember the events from the night before and that Clara had fallen asleep next to him.

Shaking off the last bit of drowsiness, he pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt and plodded out to the kitchen. She was wearing the same skirt and blouse that she wore the night before and was standing at the stove turning over an egg.

“A little overdressed for the occasion, aren’t you?” he teased.

She jumped and squealed, turning around quickly.

Clara pointed a spatula at him and declared, “You almost gave me a heart attack. You need to make some noise when you walk around.”

“Sorry about that,” he said. “Next time I’ll do some coughing and stomping as I enter.”

“Good,” she said. “I’m sorry that I am up cooking so early, but I have to get to the café. Jamie is fine with opening the café, but there are still pastries to be made and customers to wait on.”

“I usually get up early, anyway,” he said. “I guess I was just overtired.”

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