Was this what love was supposed to feel like? She didn’t know but she wanted to think that love felt as wondrous as this.
Was it more naïve silliness on her part to even consider the possibility that she was falling head over heels in love with Dillon? Likely. But she didn’t care. It didn’t matter that she’d only known him a very short time.
Everything about him felt right. Particularly when he made love to her. Yes. Made love. She’d said it. Vince and Nolan liked to fuck. But Dillon made love to her, she was sure of it.
Dillon held her head, his touch as urgent as the nudge of his cock against her ready heat, and she sank into his possession of her body, savoring every sensation. He nuzzled her breasts,sucking in each nipple and drawing hard on the sensitive berry until she was gasping and writhing beneath him. His mouth did terrible things to her ability to think straight and she was about to lose every bit of sense God gave her, offering up anything Dillon wanted, if only he would ask. “Your skin feels like perfection,” he murmured against her flesh, moving from one breast to the other, teasing the hardened tips of each breast until she ached with need and pure lust. “So perfect.”
Her breath came hard and fast as he rolled her over and pulled her hips up, framing each generous cheek with the splay of his hands as he admired the view. She was too aroused to be embarrassed and simply arched her back and groaned, “Please, Dillon. Take me! Any way you want. I’m yours!”
His finger, rough and thick, dipped into her channel and withdrew, slick with her own arousal. He used her juices to generously lube her swollen pleasure nub before gently pinching the aching bud, causing her to cry out and shudder. He murmured his approval at her reaction and continued to slowly rub to a heightened state of wild abandon. She couldn’t take much more. “I’m going to cum,” she warned, panting as she tried to hold back. “Please! I need your cock inside me, Dillon! Please don’t make me cum alone!”
“Never, little dove,” he said but he hesitated, slowly torturing her with the sensual attention. “Do you want me?
Tell me how much you want me, sweet girl.”
“I want you so bad, Dillon. So bad.” She was nearly weeping, shuddering as she longed to feel him stretching her in every way. “You can have me any way you want. Just fuck me till I scream !”
“Any way?”
She squeezed her eyes shut as her thighs trembled, on the verge of tumbling over that ledge. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”
“Are you sure ?”
She nodded, too mindless to care. She was like a cat in heat, yowling with pure, uncontrollable desire. “Yes,” she sobbed, arching her back further, eagerly anticipating that familiar burn that would quickly melt into unimaginable pleasure. “ Yessss … .” Penny was shocked when she felt a soft pressure against the rim of her rosebud, then shuddered when she realized Dillon’s tongue was teasing her opening, coaxing it to relax before penetrating her. His consideration made the tension ease within her body and within seconds, she felt the soft head of his cock pressing at her puckered rose. Without much pushing, his cock slid into her dark passage and she let out a loud moan as pleasure ricocheted through her body at the taboo contact. “Ohhh, Dillon,” she cried as he slowly pumped in and out, each thrust rubbing a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Sweat popped along her skin as the pleasure began to mount. Never before had she enjoyed such a penetration like this. Dillon groaned with each flex and thrust, ramping up her own arousal as his sounds of abject enjoyment intensified hers.
His fingers tightened around the soft flesh of her behind as his thrusts became more desperate. “God, Penny… Ohhh, yes… yes… fuck, yes!” Hearing him release created a flood of pleasure rushing her way and within seconds she followed, tensing and contracting as her orgasm crashed down around her, taking all sense and good reason with it as she nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure.
Dillon collapsed to the bed, breathing hard, his spent cock dribbling onto his thigh as he fought to catch his breath. Penny moaned, unable to stop herself as wave after wave of post-orgasm spasms rocked her body. It was as if they would never end as Penny was buffeted again and again by the pleasurable sensations. It seemed several minutes passed before the waves finally receded and a long satisfied sigh rattled from her chest.
“That was incredible,” she admitted, bursting into laughter at the cliché nature of her statement. She turned to regard Dillon and found him grinning. “I mean it. I know I don’t have a whole lot of experience but that was… well, pretty damn awesome. Do you think we could do it again soon?”
He feigned exhaustion but she could tell that he would be more than ready to rise to the occasion if she so much as snapped her fingers. She giggled. Who knew she’d be the one to turn into a raging sex machine? She supposed with the right person anything was possible. She sighed happily, content to forget everything
but the things that made her content and that included the forgotten food Dillon had brought. She jumped up and brought the tray to the bed, surveying his selection.
Yum All manner of assorted expensive cheeses and crackers with grapes and pears. “Even the snacks are fancy,” she murmured mostly to herself as she loaded up a cracker with the cheese array. Dillon followed her lead and tossed a few cheese slices into his mouth with a few grapes, too.
“So,” she said amid bites. “Tell me something about yourself that isn’t dark and depressing. Something nice.” Dillon made a show of thinking and then coming up empty, which prompted her to throw a grape at him. Dillon laughed and dodged the flying fruit. “Hey, what can I say I was the black sheep of the family. I take that responsibility seriously.”
“Of that I don’t doubt. But there has to be something you can share with me that isn’t terrible or depressing.”
Dillon grinned and popped another grape, chewing slowly. “There was that time I saved a puppy from a tree on our property… ”
Her eyes widened with sympathy.
“You saved a puppy?”
Dillon graced her with a semi-serious patronizing expression. “Come on… dogs don’t climb trees.”
“Oh. Well, how was I supposed to know? I’ve never actually had a dog.
We could never afford a pet and then when I moved out on my own it didn’t seem fair to the dog that I worked such long hours. I didn’t want the dog to get lonely sitting in my apartment. Worse, I didn’t want to come home to dog poop everywhere.”