I grin, peeling off my shirt. “I do. But the one thing they’ve always been missing… is you.”
She tilts her head, smiling. “AndThe Little Mermaidsoundtrack right now.”
I chuckle, stepping closer. “That too.”
Before she can say another word, I close the space between us, fingertips toying with the zipper on her shirt. I take my time dragging it open, my hands brushing down her soft skin until her shirt drops to the floor. I kiss her collarbone, then her neck slowly, feeling her fingers in my hair as mine slide down and unbutton her jeans.
She looks at me smiling, and wiggles them off her hips until she’s standing there in a pale pink lace bra and matching panties. The kind made to be ruined.
I step back just enough to take her in. “Fuck,” I breathe. She’s so damn gorgeous.
Her lips part, gaze locked on mine, dark with desire. “The way you look at me—"
I don’t let her finish. I cup her face, groaning against her mouth. “I could look at you forever.” Then I kiss her—slow, deep, teasing at first. Until control shatters and our tongues collide, rough and desperate.
She pants against my lips, fingers digging into my back. “I want you inside me,” she says, trembling. “Right now.”
Each sound she makes sends heat pulsing straight to my cock.
I press against her, letting her feel how fucking badly I need her. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice rough. “First, I’m going to show your body what it feels like to be worshipped.”
“Yes. Please, yes,” she whimpers, breathless.
“I want you begging for it,” I growl, easing her onto the bed and pinning her wrists above her head. “To ache for it,” I say, keeping my eyes on her.
She spreads her thighs without hesitation. I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, slowly until she’s burning for it. Then I reach up, unclasp her bra, and slide it off her shoulders.
“Dylan—” she pleads, lifting her hips, desperate for me.
My teeth graze the edge of her panties as I drag them down, obsessed with the sound of her gasps and how fucking drenched she is for me.
“Please,” she begs. “Take me.”
I smirk. My lips brush down her throat… then over her nipples… then between her legs. “Good girl,” I rasp, as I take my time, slow, torturous, savoring the first flick of my tongue against her clit. “Tell me exactly what you need,” I whisper against her—licking, teasing, drawing out every moan, every breath, every scream of my name. And just when she’s squirming, breathless, teetering on the edge... I pull back to watch her.
Flushed. Wrecked. Stunning.
“More,” she pants. “Fuck, I need more.”
“I’m not done with you.” I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bath. Steam rises around us as my hands explore every inch of her.
Her body’s silky and sinful, bubbles clinging to her tight nipples, making me feral.
“That’s it, baby,” I breathe heavily, pressing her against the pulsing jets. “Feel it on your clit. Let it drive you insane.”
She grinds against my cock, her ass twitching for me.
“This is how you should feel,” I murmur, curling my fingers deep inside her tight little hole, driving her higher. “Every. Single. Fucking. Day.”
She’s shaking, barely holding on. “It all feels so fucking good. Your hands… your voice. I’m so close—”
“Oh no, Jenna. You’re not getting off that easy.” My voice is thick, filled with hunger that consumes me. I lift her out, water trailing down her body. Then lay her on the counter and lick each drop from her skin.
Tilting her face to the mirror, I lock eyes with her. “Look what you do to me. How fucking sexy you are when I ruin you.”
I roll on a condom, then slap my cock against her clit—once, twice—until she’s trembling with need. “Look how hard you make me, Jenna. How ready I am to bury myself inside you.”
Her whole body tenses. I push in slowly, filling her inch by torturous inch until I’m fully buried and her legs lock tight around me. Her pussy clenches hard on my cock. And the sound of her moaning my name rattles me.
