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"Yes," I managed to cry out breathlessly.
I felt his breath hitch as he brought himself close to his own oblivion. Squeezing my pussy to make it even more pleasurable for him, he pulled out and fisted his cock.
With a husky groan, he released all over my ass.
Holy fuck.
Well, that was worth the wait.
Twenty-Four
BRAX
Ifelt like I was floating ten thousand feet above the earth.
Everything felt right, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, with who I was supposed to be with. Even though Dylan had only been back in my life for a few days, I struggled to remember who I was before her.
The crazy thing was I didn’t come to her room expecting to have sex; my intentions were to let know about the conversation with Steven. And let her decide what she wanted to do.
But I was fucked from the get go.
I didn’t expect her to answer the door wearing nothing but a robe.
I'd expected Dylan would want to cool things off after hearing about Steven threatening her job. That was why I made a casual remark about whatever this was between us being “fun.”
I think I said that more to protect myself in case she did say it was just a fling.
I’d known from the second I saw her again that things would be set in motion that couldn’t be undone. There was no turning back now. What we were doing was wrong, there was no denying it.
But, fuck. It felt so fucking right.
With her back to me, Dylan calmly untangled her long dark hair with her fingers. Her hair cascaded down her back, along the curve of her spine.
Pulling her back towards me, I pushed her back onto the bed. She could barely take a breath before I kissed her deeply on her pink, luscious lips.
“Are you okay?” I asked, hovering over her.
She blinked lazily. “Yes.”
“Good. Meet me in the shower in a few minutes. I’ll get the water warm.”
Her lips curled upwards and her eyes flickered with the thought of round two.
The bathrooms in this hotel were built for sex. Black marble surfaces, dim lighting—there were multiple places you could fuck, but none more inviting than the inbuilt bench seat that ran along the wall inside the shower.
Turning on the tap, the water was instantly warm.
The thought of fucking Dylan in here made my dick hard again.
I'd always had a small refractory period and after so long of being apart from her, my body was making up for lost time.
Dylan heard the water running.
She slipped into the bathroom, dimming the lights even further. The black marble shone from the light reflecting off the water, leaving a slickness on the surface of the marble.
I sat on the bench seat, surrounded by steam and water splashing around my body. I beckoned her over.
She looked every inch the smoldering goddess of sex.
