Sweet Addiction

“You taste so sweet. I bet every part of you tastes like this.” I groan at his words as his lips brush against the swells of my br**sts that are poking out from my dress, my hands tangling in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.

“Reese.”

His hands hike up my dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, no other color mixed in. It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs, my eyes widening as he tucks them into his pants pocket. Shit, that’s hot. My fingers work frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his muscles contract as he moves inside of me and by the way his shirt stretches across his chest, I know without a doubt that he’ll be unbelievable to look at.

“This has to be quick, love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.

“Oh God.”

“You’re so wet and really f**king tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him, arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”

“Yes. Please, I need you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.

He hands it to me. “Hurry.”

I hold the wrapper with my teeth and my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and moan my response. I swallow against his mouth and feel them curl up on my skin. I’m getting close already but I want him in me, I need him in me. Going without sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.

Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand, his heavy breathing mixed with mine filling the room. I stare fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted. Will he even fit in me? My mind scrambles at the thought. Well wouldn’t that be a nice f**k you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.

Pulling out his fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my br**sts and immediately licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste f**king amazing.” He leans back and locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.

“Reese!” His thrusts are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before he rams it back in.

“Dylan, holy shit.” He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare mesmerized.

Rocking my hips into his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I had ever felt anything in my life. His green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good. So f**king good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me.” No guy has ever talked to me during sex and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling my need for him.

“I’m close. Come with me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt. “Reese. OhGod.”

His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts that are now so powerful I think I might split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes, his eyes never leaving mine and my name escaping his lips at his release. I thought that most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one. And something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face towards him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped and I couldn’t care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.

“What the f**k was that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face. Amazing. Mind blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined. I want to say these things but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what the hell he means by it.

He shuts his eyes and pulls out of me, tossing the used condom before he pulls his pants up and tucks himself back in. Turning his body towards me, he picks up his suit jacket and slips it across his broad shoulders, his face completely impassive. Ah. The awkward aftermath of sex with a stranger. I avoid his eyes as I hop down and turn to fix my dress in the mirror, realizing that he still has my panties in his pocket. Fuck, is he going to give them back? Or does he expect me to ask him for them? I meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, breaking the contact almost immediately at the sight of his tight jaw and creased brow. Fuck that. I’m not asking him anything.