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  She pursed her lips, blinking at him in response. He already had tortured her until her mind was a mess.

  He inched backward as he grabbed her knees and held them. “Let it go,” he crooned. “I’ll take it slow. Close your eyes if you want. Just feel. Concentrate on my touch and how good it feels.”

  She swallowed as her eyes slid closed. At least if she didn’t watch him… She even released the tight muscles in her thighs and let him press them apart.

  He did more than that. He pushed her knees up high and then out wide at her sides.

  Her mouth fell open as she breathed harder. The thought of him between her legs was more than she could process. Every time she’d had sex before, she and her date had awkwardly removed their clothes and slid between the sheets without preamble—without foreplay. The sex lasted five minutes and left her wondering why anyone bothered.

  This… This was so much more. No one had ever stared at her private parts. Even still partially covered by the thong, she was freaking out a bit.

  “Keep your legs open for me,” he whispered into the silence as he released them to drag his fingers down to her core. He edged the elastic again as he’d done earlier, the tips of his fingers tormenting her. He wasn’t even touching her sex directly and her channel was clenching. So much wetness was leaking out of her.

  “Have you never been this aroused before?”

  She swallowed her nerves and shook her head.

  He exhaled a long breath. “You’re so sexual and responsive…” His voice was incredulous as it trailed off. Like he couldn’t quite believe her.

  Maybe she just hadn’t given sex a fair chance before. Maybe she had been with the wrong guys or she’d been too nervous or too young or something.

  You’ve never even managed to orgasm on your own either though, she reminded herself.

  When his fingers finally slid under the edge of her thong, she tipped her head back and arched. A shudder wracked her body from head to toe. She even curled those toes under in her heels.

  All Dylan touched was her outer labia. So lightly she couldn’t even be sure she wasn’t imagining it. He held the thong away from her skin and stroked her soft folds.

  Suddenly, he released the thong, letting it snap back in place.

  She flinched, and then her eyes shot open when she realized he was flattening himself between her legs. His face was inches from her sex, his forearms holding her thighs apart, his warm breath hitting her wet thong.

  He stared at her for several long moments and then lowered his face to kiss her lace-covered sex. His eyes slid closed as he inhaled, and she nearly writhed away from him as she realized he was smelling her.

  “Don’t move.”

  She couldn’t help it, but she took a deep breath and dropped her head back to stare at the ceiling instead. His lips landed on her inner thigh, planting dozens of kisses to first one side and then the other.

  Her legs started shaking. She kept clenching and releasing her core as if needing something she couldn’t quite identify. Penetration?

  His tongue joined next, licking along the seam of her thong, up and down. One side and then the other.

  She squirmed. “Dylan…”

  He ignored her, his hands grasping her thighs again to hold her steady. He grabbed the top of her thong with his teeth just above her clit and tugged it higher, shocking her as it dragged over her clit. She cried out at the sudden contact, and her hands flew forward, latching on to his shoulders. Pushing or pulling him. She had no idea.

  He chuckled as he released her thong, letting it snap back against her. He also rose onto his knees as he grabbed her hands and then kissed her palms one at a time. “I wondered how long you could keep them above your head.”

  She flushed, biting her bottom lip. Her sex was quivering. It was hard to focus.

  He leaned over her and settled her hands back where he wanted them. “Let’s try again. This time without the sexy thong.”

  She held her breath as he moved down her body, grabbed the thong at the sides, and slid it over her butt and down her legs. When he dropped it to the side, he grabbed an ankle and kissed the inside. He removed her heel next and then did the same to the other foot.

  Somehow, removing that last shoe left her decidedly more naked. With her arms above her head, she felt even more exposed. Her breasts were pulled high on her chest, and her belly dipped.

  The exposure went up ten notches though when he settled between her thighs once more, pressing her open. With no black lace between them, she almost hyperventilated.

  “Breathe, Rose. Don’t think about anything else. Just breathe. You’re so sexy. Every single sound you make causes my cock to press harder against my pants. I’ve never witnessed anyone sexier than you as you blossom right here on my living room floor.”

  His words soothed her nerves but increased her arousal at the same time.

  “Dylan…” She wasn’t sure what she even intended to convey.

  “I know.” He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs inches from her sex, smiling at her. “You okay now?”

  She wasn’t, but she nodded anyway.

  “I’m going to drive you crazy with my lips and my tongue. You’re going to focus on not reaching orgasm.” He lifted a brow. His expression was almost teasing, and she loosened up enough to giggle.

  “History would indicate that’s not going to be a problem.”

  “Oh, trust me. It will.” He dropped his face without waiting for another retort, his lips landing on her clit.

  She bucked against him at the contact, shocked. Electricity rushed through her body, making her nipples stiffen further.

  When his tongue reached out to flick over her clit, she gasped. When he then sucked her clit between his lips, she stopped breathing.

  Holy shit. Holy shit.

  He sucked harder, adding his tongue, flicking over the tip rapidly at the same time. Sensations overwhelmed her as she tried to squirm away from him. It was too much. Something was happening to her. Too many things all at once.

  He held her tight, though, tormenting her little nub. Sucking and releasing and flicking and nibbling and sucking again.

  The pressure continued to rise like she was climbing the edge of a steep cliff. Rock climbing. If she let go, she would fall, but her hands couldn’t grip the sides any longer. She was going to snap. Her entire body stiffened as she fought the sensations.

  His thumbs landed on her labia and pressed them apart, opening her center. The air hit her sex and added a new level of stimulation.

  Suddenly, Dylan thrust his tongue into her channel and dragged it back out. He opened his mouth wider and sucked her entire sex, her lower lips swelling and pulsing. And then his mouth was back on her clit, torturing it again.

  The swollen nub was so sensitive now that one flick made her cry out. She was losing purchase with reality. Her legs were shaking violently. She was fighting for every breath.

  He sucked again, drawing her clit into his mouth, deeper this time. He flattened his tongue against the nub, and that was it.

  Something changed. She’d reached the top of the rock wall and let go, falling. She could hear herself scream, but she couldn’t stop it.

  Everything pulsed. Her clit. Her labia. The inside of her channel. It throbbed over and over as the release spread through her body.

  Dylan continued to flick his tongue over her clit for several long seconds, and then he released it and started kissing her everywhere while she rode the waves of pleasure.

  Finally. Finally, her stiff body relaxed, her entire frame dropping to the floor like a puddle, as if she were no longer made of anything except goo. She didn’t even care that her knees were wide open, inelegantly spread.

  She was breathing heavily as if she’d run the fifty-yard dash and won. She lowered one shaking forearm to set it over her eyes.

  Dylan eased up her body, his belly pressing against her soaked sex. He held himself up by his elbows outside her arms. And then
he kissed her neck, his lips trailing to her ear where he playfully bit her lobe before whispering, “Welcome to the new world. Your orgasm-less life is officially over.”

  She suddenly giggled. There was no way to stop it. She drew her knees in to grip his hips and laughed. When she let her arm slide over the top of her head, she found him smiling down at her.

  He cupped her face and stroked her lips with his thumb. “Thank you. My God. That was the most beautiful experience of my life.”

  She flushed. “I’m pretty sure it was the most embarrassing experience of my life.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t let it be. It was natural. Everyone does it.”

  She lifted a brow. “Everyone?”

  He shrugged. “Well, once they figure it out. It just takes once. Now you are unleashed.”

  “What makes you so sure I can do it again just because I did it once?” She knew she would eat those words the moment they slipped out.

  He grinned wickedly. “Oh, Rose. You’re going to lose count before morning. Trust me.”

  She reached for his head and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his gaze. “Promise?”

  Chapter 6

  Before she could finish those two syllables, Dylan was on his feet, holding her in his arms, taking long strides to carry her down the hall. He dropped her unceremoniously in the middle of his bed and reached for the button on his pants.

  She giggled again, scooting back. She did not close her legs, however. It was too late for that. She had more confidence now. “I hope you’re going to let me taste you the way you tasted me,” she stated boldly, not sure who had taken over her body. All she knew was that she wanted to explore his body too. She’d never fully explored a penis before. Obviously her sexual experiences had been rushed and completely lacking in finesse.

  Tonight was all about firsts.

  He grinned. “You may taste, touch, lick, or kiss any part of me you want.” As he shrugged out of his pants, taking his underwear with them, she watched his erection bob free.

  She rose on her elbows and then spun around to crawl toward him.

  He groaned when she sat on the edge of the bed, straddled his thighs, and set her fingers on the smooth skin of his shaft.

  His hands came to her neck, gently holding her. His breathing was heavy, but he didn’t move or say a word. He just let her look.

  She loved the way his erection jumped in her touch, the way it was so hard and yet so soft at the same time. Veins bulged along the length, but the mushroom-shaped head was pink and soft and leaking precome.

  She dragged her finger through the slit to gather his wetness and brought it to her mouth.

  He groaned again as he buried his hands in her hair.

  More than anything, she wanted to make him feel half what he’d made her experience, so she gave him a slight shove until he took a step backward. Then she slid down to her knees on the floor and immediately licked a line up his shaft from the base to the tip.

  “Rose…” His hands pulled on her hair, but she wasn’t sure he was aware of it.

  She circled the tip with her tongue and then flicked it over the slit. It was a heady experience making Dylan stiffen and gasp. In fact, renewed wetness leaked from her channel at the power she had to make someone else feel so much pleasure.

  She wrapped her hand around his length and lowered her mouth over the tip, but the moment she sucked him in between her lips, he pulled back out, leaned down, grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her to standing.

  She met his gaze, confused. “Did I do it wrong?”

  He shook his head. “God, no. You couldn’t have done it more right. I just don’t want to come in your mouth, and I’ve needed to be inside you for hours.”

  She swallowed.

  “I want to be in your tight warmth instead of your mouth, okay?” He held her shoulders and leaned back a few inches to meet her gaze head-on.

  She nodded. “Yes.” She wanted him inside her just as badly. Just as urgently.

  He lifted her off the ground and settled her on the bed once again. Next, he leaned to one side, yanked the drawer of his nightstand open, and returned to face her, holding a condom. He held her gaze while he opened it and then rolled it on.

  She watched, scooting backward to make room for him.

  He finally climbed over her, nudging her legs open so he could nestle between them. His erection pressed against her, not quite lined up right. Holding himself aloft by his elbows, he searched her gaze. “You okay with this? I didn’t bring you here tonight with any expectations. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  She ran her hands up his back, wanting him even more. “I want this. No one has ever made me feel this good. It’s like the world has new colors.” She smiled. “Show me more.”

  He returned the smile, and then his lips were on hers, kissing her as passionately as he had the moment they met. He angled his head to one side and dueled with her tongue, a starving man who needed her for sustenance.

  Her nipples stiffened where they were pressed against his chest. Her clit swelled where his shaft was lodged against it. He lifted one hand to slide it down and cup her breast, stroking it and pinching the tight bud until she was writhing against him.

  When his hand left her breast to reach between them, he spent a few moments circling her clit and then pushed a finger inside her.

  She couldn’t focus on his lips anymore. Nerve endings she didn’t know she had inside her came to life. How was this possible? When he added a second finger, she groaned, her nails digging into his back.

  Dylan suddenly pushed away from her, rising onto his knees, his fingers still buried deep. He set a hand on her belly just above her clit, held her down, and eased those two fingers out before thrusting them back in.

  She writhed, unable to escape the intense pressure building as he slowly continued to stroke in and out of her with just those two fingers, eventually adding a third.

  When she winced slightly at the stretch, he slowed down. When she melted into the mattress because it felt so good, he sped up. Finally, he removed his fingers, lowered over her body again, and lined himself up with her entrance. “Eyes on mine, Rose.”

  She tried to focus, but her vision was distorted, and she was shaking with the need to have him inside her.

  He smiled. “So fucking gorgeous.” Holding himself up by the elbows again, he cupped her face, kissed her lips, and then eased into her channel.

  Her lips parted at the exquisite torture. It was tight, but it didn’t hurt. She wanted him to stop stalling and fill her already. He took his time instead.

  At least she knew by his expression and the way his lips were pursed almost in pain that he was not unaffected. He was doing this for her. Taking his time. Ensuring she was okay. Waiting for her to adjust.

  No man had ever done anything so sweet for her in her life. She almost cried at how emotional she felt. But then he pulled almost out and thrust back in to the hilt, and she gasped.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “God, yes.” She gripped his back with the tips of her fingers. “Move. Jesus, Dylan, do that again.”

  He chuckled, set his forehead against hers, and then slid back out and thrust forward once more.

  She wrapped her legs around his thighs and tried to pull him closer, her hands holding him so tight. She couldn’t get close enough. She wanted more.

  Suddenly, as if he sensed her frustration, he gave her more. He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of her harder, deeper, faster. He kissed her mouth and then lowered his face to kiss her neck.

  She panted as her arousal rose. Like earlier, she could feel the pressure building. If she had another orgasm like that one, she might explode. But she didn’t care. She only cared about how good it felt to have Dylan on top of her. In her. Surrounding her. Consuming her.

  He slid a hand down and wedged it between them, his fingers finding her clit and pressing against it.

  She cried out, digging her heel
s into his thighs. “Oh God.” She tipped her head back, unable to breathe, not caring.

  “That’s it. Let it go. Let it feel so good.”

  Her body stiffened and she stopped breathing as she crested the top. He held himself deep inside her, pinching her clit now, over and over.

  And then she was at the top, a moment of cresting before she was falling again, her channel pulsing around his erection, her clit throbbing against his fingers. He waited until she sucked in a breath, and then his fingers disappeared and he resumed making love to her.

  Surprising her, the orgasm held on. Every thrust caused her to involuntarily grip him with her channel, prolonging the sweet sensation of coming around his shaft.

  He kept thrusting, but in moment, he stopped again, buried deep, a long groan escaping his lips. She swore she could feel his release inside her. His entire body seemed to pulse forward as he came.

  For a long time he hovered over her, still buried deep, his arms shaking from the effort. She stroked his back up and down. Finally, he kissed her neck, and then he came up with a burst of energy and kissed her everywhere, his mouth moving from her neck to her chest as he rose up several inches. He sucked one breast and then the other, kissing, suckling, licking, tasting.

  She slid her hands up into his hair and cupped his head.

  “Jesus,” he stated as he lifted his face and met her gaze. “Best sex ever. Give me five minutes. We’re doing that again.”

  She giggled, wiggling beneath him. “Five minutes?”

  “Four, maybe.” He eased out of her, watching her face. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

  He smiled. “At least we’re on the same page. Be right back. Don’t move.” He swatted her thigh, climbed off the bed, and padded from the room.

  Chapter 7

  She stared at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath, attempting to dissect what had just happened. Her entire body felt deliciously sated. But she could do it again too. She never wanted the night to end.