Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(74)

My giggle was curtailed as he pulled open my blouse, scattering buttons across the floor. Pushing my breasts up and together, he bent and took a lace-covered nipple in his mouth, scraping his teeth across the puckered flesh, then sucking and soothing them against his tongue. I moaned. “You feel so good.”

My fingers fumbled over the button at the back of my skirt. I released it and the skirt slid down my legs. Dylan’s hand found my sex instantly, grinding his palm against my clit.

I pulled at his shirt. I needed us naked already. We were a flurry of hands and mouths and fingers and tongues, pulling and grabbing, sucking and biting.

When we were both naked apart from my panties, Dylan reached around my ass and lifted me up, his hard cock rubbing against my clit as I wrapped my legs around him. “Come on. I need to see you to believe you’re real.” He pushed open the door to our right. “Shit. Bathroom.”

I laughed as he tried the next one. “Fuck.” A closet. I circled my hips, desperate to pull him into me. “Where’s the f*cking bedroom?”

Inside the next room was what we were looking for. “Thank f*ck for that.” He leaned forward, releasing me onto the bed, grabbing my ankles, and pulling me to the edge of the mattress. He pulled at my panties. “I need to be inside you; are you ready? Please be ready.”

I pressed my hand to his, palm against palm, and pulled him over me. “I’m ready. So ready.”

“Fuck, condom,” he spat as he moved away from me but I wouldn’t let go of his hands.

“Do we need one?” I asked. Was he tested regularly? I was on the pill.

His eyes widened, looking right at me. “I was tested a month or so ago. Are you—”

“I want to feel you with nothing between us,” I said. He didn’t need to be convinced.

I moaned as he pushed me up the mattress with his first thrust. I’d forgotten how big he was, and how needy his f*cking was, as if he couldn’t get enough. He stilled deep inside me, panting against my neck. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m so wet for you, I can take it.”

He groaned and dragged himself out of me. I felt the loss of him as he retreated. I clasped his ass, trying to pull him back. I needed him to fill me, wanted him as close as possible. He looked at me and slowly pushed back inside, more controlled this time. The concentration strained across his face. I smoothed his scrunched brows with my fingertips. “You feel so good.”

I squeezed my muscles around him.

“If you do that I’m gonna come in a nanosecond. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

“You’re always good for me,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes sleepily as if I’d just given him the best gift in the world.

I pulled him on top of me, then pushed him to his back while he was still inside me.

I circled my hips and he lay back, his arms reaching for my breasts. He pinched both nipples between his thumb and forefinger and spikes of pleasure ran up my spine. I threw my head back and gasped.

“You are so beautiful.”

“Are you talking to my boobs?” I grinned as I slid my hips up to meet his, resting my hands on his chest.

“Jesus, that’s deep.” His hands slipped to my waist, his thumbs circling my hipbones.

“I feel it, baby.” I rocked back and forward. I loved the way that he didn’t seem to know where to look. His eyes roamed my body as if he were trying to pick his favorite part.

“So f*cking beautiful. I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

His words woke my orgasm, fizzing around my edges. “I know. I need more.”

His fingers pressed deeper into my skin, pulling me closer, deeper and faster. My limbs weakened with desire. And of course he knew. He understood my body better than anyone.

He flipped me over onto my back and took over. “Like this, my sweet?” I arched, bringing us closer. The shift in angle made us both gasp.

“Beth, I’m so close.”

I could only look at him in response as my climax pushed through every part of me.

“Oh God,” he called out as he watched me shiver and shake beneath him as he emptied himself into me.

His arms collapsed, and he fell, leaning all his weight on me. I was pinned and loved it. I smoothed my hands over his back and breathed in the musky smell that was unmistakably him.

“I love you,” he mumbled into my neck.

“I know,” I replied, tightening my legs around him.

He shifted to his side, pulling me with him, staying inside me. “I’m never leaving.” He hitched my leg up over his waist and his hips rocked soothingly backward and forward. I reached between us for my still-throbbing clit.

“Hey, I’ve warned you about that.” He batted my hand away and took over, circling a single finger around the nub of nerves. “Such a greedy girl,” he whispered. “But I want to give you everything.”

Within seconds, the urge to climax was on me again. His fingers on my clit were too much, and as he thickened within me, my skin tightened and my breathing hitched. His movements were still small and intense as he watched me, but it was as if every possible feeling was concentrated and more profound.

I trailed my fingers down his chest, enjoying the heat transferring between us. I wanted to share everything I could with him. I squeezed him and he groaned. “You’re so perfect.”