He shakes his head, his eyes lingering on my chest. “No, no problem. Those could never be a problem.”

I smile and push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, reaching quickly for the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. Holy shit. My breathing picks up as I run my hands over the sharp outline of his chest and down to his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. Or eight pack? Jesus. Never have I ever seen or touched a body like this. He’s hard and defined but his skin is smooth and it tenses as I graze over every inch of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, licking my lips as I begin tugging at his belt. A soft laugh causes me to look up.

“Can I please be something a little more manly? Beautiful should only be reserved for you.” He brushes the back of his hands up my stomach and trails the underside of my br**sts.

“Handsome then? Superbly handsome?” I smile up at him and he nods, the corner of his lips curling up.

His thumbs run over my erect ni**les. Fuck the slow touching. I needed him now. My fingers spring to life and I unbutton and unzip him quickly, pushing his pants and boxers down and stagger back at the sight of his erection. Yup, just as massive as I remembered. A crazy thought enters my mind as he pulls his shoes and socks off, stepping out of his pants. Not crazy, f**king insane. But before I can think where the hell this thought came from, my mouth opens.

“I’m not sleeping with anybody else,” I say quickly, my eyes running over his naked body. His waist is narrow, the prominent V staring me right in the face. Long muscular legs run on for miles. Even his feet are perfect. Jesus, his body is deadly. I glance up at him and see his expression. He’s watching me, studying me. “I just, I know that this is just sex and nothing else, but I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone but you.” I’m talking so fast, I’m unsure if he’s catching any of what I’m saying. Where the f**k is this coming from? “I want to be monogamously casual, or casually monogamous. Fuck, is that even a saying? I don’t know. We don’t have to be. I mean, if you want to sleep with other women, then that’s fine. But if you don’t---”

“Dylan.”

“I’m sorry.” I cover my face and feel completely mortified but I don’t stop. It’s like word vomit at this point. “It’s just, I want to feel you. Just you. I’ve never done it without a condom before and I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other guy and we always used protection. And I’ve been on birth control for years.” Fucking hell I’m an idiot. “Christ, never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll go grab a condom out of my purse.” I drop my hands and turn to walk towards the entryway where I dropped my purse in the heat of passion. His hand grips my wrist and stops me.

“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? We’ve already had sex and you’ve had two orgasms tonight already. You should be completely relaxed with me.”

I look anywhere but his face. His chest is yearning to be touched, his broad shoulders, and his cut arms. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts it to meet his eyes. “I don’t know, you’re naked.” I motion to the wonder that stands before me. His tight body is definitely making my brain scramble. “I’m having trouble thinking straight.”

He muffles his laugh. “Relax. I was sleeping with someone else up until the wedding, but I ended it. It wasn’t serious anyway. I don’t usually do serious.” Okay, that made sense. “I think monogamously casual is a saying, and if that’s what you want to be then that’s what we’ll be.” He pauses and I step closer to him, granting him access to my body. He snakes his arms around my waist and holds me against him, skin to skin. The sensation warms me instantly. “And I’ve always used condoms. Always. If this is what you want and you’re sure---”

I brush my lips lightly against his, cutting him off mid-sentence. “It can’t just be what I want. If you don’t---”

“Dylan, of course I want it too. Do you think I haven’t thought about it?” His hand comes up and strokes my cheek as I trace the outline of his chest. His face is completely serious and I’m suddenly grateful for my extreme case of mouth diarrhea.

“Okay.” I step back out of his arms and hooking my fingers into my panties. I watch him watch me slowly pull them down my legs and step out of them, leaving me standing in only my garter and stockings. If it’s even possible, he gets harder. My eyes bulge in my head as he sits down on the couch, pulling me towards him. Oh God, he wants me on top? I slowly, almost hesitantly straddle his waist as he watches me, his eyes never leaving mine. I brace myself on my knees. “Umm, I’m not used to doing it this way. I don’t really know if I’ll be good at it like this.”

The corner of his mouth twitches. “You can’t be bad at it, love.” His big hands cup my br**sts and begin to slowly knead them, my ni**les scratching against his rough palms. Moving closer and relaxing down a bit, I gasp when he brushes up against me, rubbing me in the most perfect way imaginable. He moans softly. “See, whatever feels good for you will sure as hell feel good for me.”

“Oh. OH wow.” I groan as I move against him, up and down in my wetness as his hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He controls my movements, not allowing me to speed up when I want to or hover over him to allow him to penetrate me. I grip his head between my hands and lock eyes with him as my body responds to his.




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