AVERY

A long hand lands on my elbow spinning me around. Immediately Dylan's mouth latches onto my lips sending an electric wave down my spine. He lets go of my hand puts his hand behind my neck pulling my face closer to his. His cool palm presses against my hairline. His other hand rests on my waist, digging in painfully. Our chests are flush against each other. My thoughts start getting foggy and fade away in the mist of pleasure. His hand moves from my neck to my ponytail. Hooking a finger into the band, he pulls it down, freeing my hair. His hand descends down my spine to the small of my back. I shudder against his touch and whimper in his mouth. As I place my hands on Dylan's shoulder, he pushes me back towards the bed. The back of my leg hits the side. Dylan moves his lips away from mine and gripping my shoulder, he pushes me onto the bed. Opening my eyes, I stare at him.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he climbs above me with his knees beside my thighs. His eyes burn into mine. I see the hunger and demand burning in his eyes. Missing his touch, I reach out for him but before I can touch him, he stops my hands. He wraps his long fingers around both my wrists and brings his shirt to my hands. He starts wrapping his shirt around my wrists, tightly. His face marked with sheer concentration. Confused, I ask, "what are you doing?"

He ties a knot and pulls on the shirt to check how tight it then pins my hands above my head. I gasp in surprise. Leaning close to my face, he says in a husky whisper, "no darling, you aren't getting to touch me today." He kisses the corner of my lips and pulls away. Before I can lift my head to claim his lips because I need them on me, desperately, his other hand grips the collar of my shirt, and tugs at it, popping open all the button all at once. I was sure some of them got torn.

"But why?" I ask. I want to touch him, run my hands all over his body. Pull him closer. Hold him like I love to.

Dylan stares at my face, his features tight. Giving me that intimidating look that I haven't seen in a long time. "You want to know why?" He growls. I go still. I neither shake my head nor do I nod. I am frightened but Dylan taking control in this way, his dominant tone, is somewhat turning me on at the same time. Sucking in a sharp breath, I nod my head gently.

"Have you been listening to me?" I stare at his face. I kind of hoped he wouldn't bring it up. Pursing my lips, I shake my head. "Is that a good thing?" My lips feel dry. I stick out my tongue and swipe across them and shake my head again. "Hmm..."

"I am sorry..." I say, nibbling my lower lip.

"Sush..." He leans closer to my face. I almost forgot how heavenly he can look from this close. His eyes move to my breast. With one hand still pinning me down, Dylan's other hand slides over her belly and moves towards my breast. His thumb starts tracing circles right below my breast. Even these small touches affect me. I feel goosebumps rising all over my body. Dylan looks down at my face, probably loving the way he affects me. He lowers his mouth to mine and captures my lips. I feel the warmth of his mouth on my tongue as our tongues start dancing together. We move out lips vigorously, hungrily. Dylan bites my lower lip and I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss and looks down at me breathing heavily. My eyes open slightly. Dylan cups my full breast in his hand and his fingers tug on my nipple and flick it.

"Ahh!" I whimper as my mouth open and my eyes roll back. A shock wave runs through my body. I can feel my panties getting wetter with every passing second. I arch on my back only to have him push me down to the mattress. He gives a squeeze to my breast and his mouth lands on my skin again. He starts placing open mouth kisses on my jaw and moves down my neck. I turn my head to give him better access. His tongue swipes across my skin and I tremble. I feel his teeth gently dig into my neck. "God, Dylan!" I feel all my blood rushing towards my bottom. I squeeze my thighs together and my hands grip the comforter above my head. Dylan moves down, placing kisses on my chest. My eyes are still closed when I feel Dylan's breath on my left nipple right before his lips close around it.

My head tilts up, my moans filling the silence of the room. I start moving under him only to have him press his body down on me. the warmth of his skin does wonders. I want him to stay right here. I need him this close to me, always. But Dylan doesn't stay still. I feel his mouth move away from my breast. A disapproving whimper leaves my mouth. His breaths are landing on my wet nipples feel cold making me want his mouth back on me but that does not happen.

I look down at Dylan, he looks at me through his lashes and places small kisses around my breast except where I need him too. I want to touch him, feel his hair and pull him down to my body. "Let me touch you, please, " I breathe not caring to sound pathetic.

Dylan brings his face up above mine, hovering close. His breath falls on my lips, which are now red and swollen. "You love to torture me. Let me have that tonight, " he says with a smug expression. My frustration increases, I start to bring my hands to his face but he pins it down. "Nope, sweetheart. Not happening, "

"Dylan, please, " I beg.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me, "I say.

"Kiss you where? You have to tell me where."

My face turns red. I have never asked any boy for this before, ever in her life. But I need him right now.

"Tell me, baby."

I bite my lips and answer, "down...there. Between my legs."

"You want me to eat your pussy?" He asks hovering over me. I nod slowly. My ears instantly heat up. "Tell me what else you want."

"I..." I want to love him, I want to taste him but I am too shy to say those things in words. However, gaining courage, I say, "I want to taste you."

"Some other day, sweetheart. Today I want you to see me make you mine." His words make me shiver. He moves down and stands at the edge of the bed. He puts his hands on the band of my sweats, I lift my waist at the cue and he pulls them down along with my panties which are soaking wet. Keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he brings my panties to his nose and sniffs. My face heats up with embarrassment but I keep staring at him. Even the sight of Dylan sniffing my panties is enough for me to pool. He balls up the pants and throws them to the side. I lay there, naked in front of him. His eyes move from my top to bottom.

Suddenly, he places his hands on my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. I gasp as he drops on his knees to the edge and spreads my legs wide. He pulls my knees onto his shoulder and whispers, "you are gorgeous." I feel his breath on my sex and squirm but he presses me down with the hand on my belly. I feel his nose rub the tip of my folds.

"Dylan, please, " I beg. Immediately, his lips are on my folds as if he was just waiting for me to beg. I gasp and my head arches back. My eyes roll to the back of my head and squeeze shut.

"I want you to look at me, " Dylan says against my sex. Making my skin vibrate with every word he speaks. Breathing hard, I open my eyes and lift my head to look down. Dylan gives me a last look with those darkened eyes and his head disappears between my legs.

He sweeps his tongue over my clit. My insides clench and I moan, "oh!" My head falls on the mattress.

"Do you like it?" Dylan lifts his head and asks. Starting at the ceiling, I nod. "I need words, baby, " he says.

"Yes, " I breathe.

He starts eating up the fluids oozing out of me. His one hand starts circling over my clit while I do not feel the other one until a thick finger enters me. My moans get louder with every swipe of his tongue. His finger starts pumping in and out rapidly, while he eats me I feel myself getting close to the edge. My walls close around his finger, pulling it in. I bite the inner wall of my cheeks.

My legs start to shake, and so does my body. My eyes squeeze shut and a drop of tear escapes. I feel so close when Dylan decides to bite throwing me to the edge. I scream out his name come milking around his finger, as the orgasm hits me hard as a truck. Lightning occurs behind my eyelids and my back arches off the mattress. My leg begins to shake badly and falls at my side. My head starts filling dizzy. My mouth hangs open, gasping for breath.

Dylan licks me clean and gets up on his feet. My eyes are still closed. I feel too tired to open and see where he is. I can hear his heavy breaths when he places his hands on my waist and flips me, suddenly. I let out a yelp in surprise. A strong hand scoops under my belly and pulls me up. I feel his bare chest behind me, in contact with my bareback when his breaths fall on my ears, making me shiver, "stay still." Moaning, I rest my head against the mattress with my ass up in the air.

The next moment, I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my folds. The tip is wet and every swipe against my clit is making me want him inside me more. "Dylan!" I moan.

"Ask for it, " he says.

Right now I feel nothing more than smacking him. However, the need overpowers me and I whimper, "Please..." 

"Please what?"

"I want you inside me!"

His hands immediate fall on my thighs and he enters me slowly from the back, letting me adjust. I bite on my lower lip to keep from moaning. Dylan groans behind me, as his finger dig deeper into my skin, hard enough to leave marks. I feel the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach.

He pulls all the way out but the next moment, he thrusts into me with full force. "Ahh!" I scream at the top of my voice as I feel the head of his cock hit right below my belly button. "Faster!" I beg.

He grips my hair and twists it around his fist, pulling my head up. "You want faster, baby?" He breathes.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I yell and he trusts again. I feel the end of my hairs sting but right now I couldn't care less. Even the pain kind of seems to push me closer to the edge, all over again.

"Oh, God! You feel so good! Ahh!" Dylan moans, as he thrusts back in and pulls out. He keeps moving. With every thrust, I get closer to orgasm. My walls begin to choke his cock.

"Dylan, Ah! I am..." I stutter.

"Yes, baby. Come for me!" He thrusts hard for the last time, and I come creaming around his shaft, screaming his name. My walls tighten unbelievably and my hair falls all over my face as he lets go. Just then he growls and I feel him fill me with his fluids. He stays inside me for a while. My walls are still squeezing around his cock, which is buried deep inside me. We wait till we both come down from the high. The room fills with the sound of our staggered breaths and he slowly pulls out.

The bed dips beside me and I feel my hands being untied. He slowly turns me over and removes the hair from my face. I open my eyes and look at Dylan. A thin layer of sweat covers his forehead. A strand of his dark hair sticking out, adding to the intense beauty of his face. He stares down at me, then leans over and presses a kiss against my forehead. "Have a bath with me?"

I nod looking up at his face. He smiles warmly at me, making my stomach flutter leaves the room to get the bath ready.