“What the hell are you sorry for? That was amazing.”
“But—I...you didn’t…”
“Juls, please stay here and listen to me. I’m afraid that if you put space between us, you’re not going to come back so easily, and I really like having you here, okay?”
Holy shit, he was intense. I liked being in his arms, too, so I nodded my acquiescence.
“If you’re referring to me saying I didn’t want to take things too far tonight, trust me, I wanted every second of that. If you’re worried that I didn’t come, it’s okay. Your pleasure will always come first. Later, I’m going to picture you having the sexiest orgasm I’ve ever seen, and I’ll blow my load with barely a touch.”
I held his warm, dark gaze and hoped I wasn’t drooling like a lovesick puppy. Or like a dog waiting to devour the meaty bone dangling just out of reach.
“Is that seriously how you’re going to make menotwant you?”
He threw his head back and laughed and it was mesmerizing to watch.
“Can I…can I do it?”
“No, baby. I’m just happy you came. Don’t worry about me.”
“Oh.” Maybe he didn’t want me the same way I wanted him.
“Juls, look at me.” He waited for me to look up before continuing. “It would be a fantasy come true to have your hands on me. I just don’t want to ask for more than you’re comfortable with.”
I looked him straight in the eyes. “I want to.”
His lips parted in sensuous anticipation, his eyes dark and smoldering as they slowly dropped to my mouth and lifted back to hold my gaze with a look that could fuel my own fantasies. “You want to jerk me off?”
“Yes.”
“Then, God, I can’t wait for you to touch me.”
He cupped the side of my face and pulled me in for a sweet, lingering kiss. I trailed my hand down, over his pecs, over the ridges of his six pack, and rubbed my hand over the outline of his long, hard dick. He moaned and deepened the kiss, but I pulled away, dropping to my knees in front of him.
I opened his button and zipper, and he lifted his hips and pulled down his jeans and boxers until his dick sprang free. His very impressive dick.
I swirled my fingers around the head, fascinated by his length and width and the way he responded to my touch. I swiped the drops of liquid from the tip and wrapped my fingers around him.
He hissed as I slid my hand down. Shit. Was that a good sound or bad? I looked up to see his face. Did I hurt him?
“So good, Juls.”
Thank God. I continued pumping my hand up and down, trying to keep a steady rhythm. I put my mouth over him, just the tip at first, licking and teasing, then I held him at the base and took him as far in my mouth as I could, and I moved my hand and mouth up and down together, concentrating on keeping a steady pace. Up and down, up and down, squeeze and suck. I grabbed his balls and pulled gently.
“Juls,” he groaned, his hips jerking under me. He grabbed my hair and held on and, fuck, that was hot. Shit, my movements were totally erratic. I was just sucking and touching and playing with him, and I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but he seemed to like it, so I tightened my grasp and kept going. He tightened hisgrip on my hair, and I sucked and squeezed harder and sped up, and, fuck, I was all over the place, and I didn’t know if I was doing it right.
“Holy fuck, Juliette! I’m going to come.”
Yes! He liked it! I hummed a response and his dick twitched in my hand.
“Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”
I took him deeper in my mouth and sucked, and seconds later, he came in my mouth. I slowed and gentled my movements, only pulling away when he was completely finished.
Dylan grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up to straddle him once again. “You okay?” he asked as he rubbed my knees.
“I’m good.”
“Baby,” he groaned, “that was amazing.”