“It doesn’t matter.”
“I think I’ve forgotten what to do,” I admit, as Dylan slides the dress up around my waist, his breath hitching when my bare skin is revealed.
ThankGodI wore matching underwear.
“I’m sure we can remind one another,” Dylan murmurs, sliding the dress over my head, letting it fall to the floor. His hands stroke the skin on my stomach lightly as his fingers move to unclasp my bra.
I gasp when the cold air greets my nipples, and Dylan cups my breasts, his warm palms flush against me.
He’s gazing at me with a heated expression, and I can feel his desire pressing into the cleft of my ass.
I turn around, my fingers eagerly dragging his shirt over his head, my eyes greedily examining my prize. His skin is perfect, as I always imagined it would be, but before I can stare a second longer, Dylan tugs me towards the bed, hooking his fingers beneath my tights, rolling them down slowly.
I throw my head back against the pillow when he unbuckles his belt, his jeans dropping to the floor beside my dress. Tugging the duvet around us, he wraps me in his arms, the warmth of his body soothing my chilled skin.
His mouth meets mine, and his fingers move south, stroking me through my lace underwear. I arch against him as he kisses me roughly, his fingers applying more pressure as he rubs my intimate area perfectly.
I’m trying to keep kissing him, but my mouth keeps gasping open with every movement he makes.
“Shit,” he mutters suddenly, as my hand reaches into his boxers, circling his thickness. “I don’t have a condom.”
I hesitate, my core aching for him.
“I don’t have casual sex, so I don’t have any,” he admits, sighing heavily. “We can do other things, and I’ll go to the shops tomorrow…”
“Dylan,” I whisper, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s been a long time for me, and clearly it has for you... can we do it anyway?”
If he’s shocked by my words, he doesn’t show it, and I’m positive that if he doesn’t make love to me right now, I’m probably going to cry.
“Are you sure?” Dylan asks, a finger dipping into my wetness. “Oh, you’re sure.”
I’m nodding, but he’s moving his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing on my clit as I try not to become undone there and then.
“Seems like you are too,” I whisper, my hand stroking his length through the fabric.
Dylan slides my panties down, tossing them out of the bed as I push his boxers down. My breath catches in my chest as he gazes down at me with his ocean blue eyes.
“Are you sure?” He repeats, but he’s already sliding into me, my wetness accommodating his size without any help from me. He moans out, and I grab his face, wanting to look into his eyes as he enters me.
“That feelsamazing.” I gasp, and he nods, dropping his lips onto mine as he eases himself into me further.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, dragging me into his arms as he begins to thrust into me, rendering me useless.
He grabs the headboard with one hand for leverage as I cry out, slamming into me repeatedly whilst still managing to explore my mouth with his tongue.
I’m gripping onto his arms as he stares down at me, his mouth slightly open as he shakes his head.
“Now I love Christmas,” he mutters, and I go to respond when he lifts my legs in the air, positioning them over his shoulders. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry out, my orgasm paralysing me temporarily as it rips through my body, a storm of perfection I’d missed so much.
“God, Meredith,” he groans out. “I’m not going to last; you’re too beautiful.”
I tighten my legs around his neck, lifting my ass slightly, so he’s hitting me deep, and he cries out, a deep, masculine growl that tells me he’s becoming undone within me.
Despite the shock we’re both in, somehow we lock lips again. He lowers my trembling legs as he falls onto me, burying his head in my neck.
“Merry Christmas,” I whisper as he chuckles against me.
“That’s the best gift I’ve ever had.”
“Me too.” I smile, lifting my lips to meet his. “You’re amazing, Dylan Charmer.”
“I’m as amazing as the company I keep, Miss Matthews.”
“Mmm.”
He kisses me again, and that’s the last I remember before I fall asleep in his arms.
