Page 24 of Dirty Dillon

“You’re so wet, baby girl,” I whisper against her ear. “Did dreaming of me get you this hot? Tell me what I was doing to you in your dream. I want to hear every dirty detail.”

Cressida whimpers, hips rolling into my touch. “You were touching me,” she breathes. “Your hands were all over me, and your mouth, God your mouth...”

“Where was my mouth, Cressida?” I ask, pressing a kiss against her neck. “Tell me.”

She shivers, her body arching into mine. “Everywhere. You were kissing me, licking me, sucking my nipples and then you were between my legs, your tongue...”

I groan, my fingers finding their way into her slick heat.

“Dillon,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” I whisper in her ear. I kiss her neck, my fingers working faster as I whisper dirty words in her ear. “Such a naughty girl having those bad girl dreams about me. I’m gonna make them come true, Cressida. I’m gonna make you come so hard.”

Cressida’s breath catches in her throat as I drive her higher, her body quaking beneath me.

“Come for me, Cressida. Come all over my hand.”

She does, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. I hold her close, kissing away the last of her tremors until all that remains is a quiet, satisfied sigh.

I growl in approval, desire burning hot in my veins. “That’s my girl.”

***

In the morning, I makesure I’m the first one to the coffee pot. No sense in starting out our first morning together with Cressida’s version of coffee you can chew.

I think about making her come, half wondering if it was real or a dream.

She stumbles in, wearing my t-shirt and some fucking wild bedhead. She blushes sweetly.

Not a dream then.

I’m so fucking horny after last night. Watching her in my kitchen now, wearing my clothes looking soft and sweet...I don’t think I can take much more.

Her gaze travels to the growing bulge in my sweatpants.

Cressida’s lips curl up into a half-smile, her eyes sparkling as she surveys my growing cock. “Well, good morning to both of you.”

“Come here,” I order, my voice thick with need. Her eyes widen but she obeys without hesitation. As she approaches, I wrap a strong hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close until our lips meet in a heated, passionate kiss.

“Tell me to stop if you’re not ready.”

She grips a handful of my cock in reply. Jesus, I could spill right now.

My hands roam over her body as I claim her mouth again, tugging the shirt up and over her head. She’s naked beneath, her skin flushed and warm against my chest.

Touching her feels both like an adventure and coming home at the same time.

Cressida moans when I cup her breasts, her nipples pebbling under my thumbs. I roll them between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her gasp. Oh, she’s going to be so much fun to play with.

“You’re moving in here today.”

She blinks. “What? No.”

Instead of answering, I suck one of her perfect tits in my mouth.

“Yes, Cressida,” I growl, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “You’re moving in today.”

She moans and arches against me. “We’ve only known each other for a few days. And half of that time we spent arguing.”

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