MATURE CONTENT
The sweet aroma stringed through my senses, waking me up from my deep slumber. My hands reached off the duvet, then I sat up rubbing my eyes. My eyes wandered off the kitchen to see where the smell was coming from. My gaze lingering on the half-dressed individual. He is here. Dylan's finally here. I felt the sudden happiness flowing through my veins. I rushed down the ladder and ran into the kitchen. His attention still focused on cooking when I sprinted to his direction. Instantly wrapping my arms around him, as soon as I bombarded him.
"I missed you so much, Dyl," I whispered in his ear. He looked at me, flashing his infamous grin.
"I missed you, too. Now, let me finish this. You wouldn't want to eat a burned pancake. Aight?" I just nodded and helped in preparing the plates. After searching through the cupboard for the maple syrup, I played with the bottle in my hands, then dropped it on the counter. I grabbed the bottle of milk from the mini fridge. Glancing at Dylan's ever so serious expression, it made me crave for his attention. I pressed the milk bottle against his cheek, he jolted at the sudden coldness which traveled onto his skin. I laughed at his response.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me in. His grin growing widely as he turned off the stove. "What seems to be the problem, Ms. Carter?" he teased.
"Well, after 3 days of ignoring me, a certain Mr. Haydes suddenly showed up at my house cooking breakfast as if nothing happened. That is my problem," I blurted without any care of letting him feel the disappointment on my voice. I saw a sudden flash of guilt in his eyes, it didn't last that long though. He grabbed the bottle of milk and put it on the table. After getting rid of the milk, he then turned back at me, pulling me closer than before. He leaned in and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Lia." I closed my eyes as his minty breath filled my nose. His smell, this smell... he knows it never fails to drive me insane. I felt the soft lips slowly eloping mine, savoring the mint flavor from his mouth. I tried pushing him away, but my arm strength suddenly falls off. My damn lips giving up, responding to his kiss. Defeat. I've lost again.
He pulled up my bottom placing me up on the counter, still not breaking the kiss. Tongues battling against each other.
One of his hands made its way under my nightgown, then sliding up and down on my back. The other one, massaging one of my thighs. He left my soft plums, which left me hardly breathing, gasping for oxygen. His lips started trailing onto my neck. Pausing every now and then, leaving several blood patches. It really didn't help the wetness I'm experiencing below. The hand massaging my thigh was now working its way in between, touching my soaked underwear. He continued in brushing his fingers onto my cloth.
"Excited, babe? Don't worry. We have this whole day onto ourselves. We're gonna tear the house down," he whispered on my ear. What he said had set every vein on my body on fire. I flinched as I felt his hands flicked on my bundle of nerves. He was fast, I hardly even noticed that my undies were taken off. Unable to suppress my moan, I sucked onto his collar. I gasped, when I felt him slid one finger on my precious hole. I waited for him, but he just slid it. No other following movements.
"What the actual hell, Dylan. Just move already," I complained. He let out a slight laugh, then he slowly circled his finger in my insides.
"Ahhmmpfff-What a fucking tease." Why the hell is he teasing me?
"What do you want?" His deep husky voice resounded on my ears. Dark orbs are now staring right into mine. I bit my bottom lip at the sight.
"Give it to me, babe. Give me this," I inserted my hand into his trousers, letting him know what I want. "I need you inside me now". I sounded really desperate for his dick. Damn, hormones. My period had just ended, and my freaking body is now on its ovulation state. I do really blame it on these freaking hormones.
"Not so fast, babe. Wait for a little while. I'll need you to come for me first." He grabbed my hand and pulled it out his trouser. Such a tease, I puckered my lips like a behaved child who was not given the toy that she wanted. For the meantime, he started on giving partly of what I needed.
He cupped my bottom with both of his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist, when I felt myself being lifted off the counter. He pulled me closer and tight, my wet lips below is feeling the bulge against his trouser. He walked a little, and I felt my soft bum landing on a flat surface. The sound of the falling and shattering broken plates on the floor echoed the house.
He literally dropped the freaking dining set on the floor. I gently pushed him off.
"Damn, Dylan. What the heck? The broken plates. Are you trying to hurt either one or both of us here?" I said narrowing my eyebrows at him.
"I don't care," he simply answered. Without further notice, he plunged his two fingers inside me. I almost bang my head onto him from the sudden shock.
He pushed me until my back laid flat on the mini table. He bent himself as he kissed me passionately, sliding his fingers in and out of my body. I'm being sandwiched by his upper body and the mini table. Is he out of his mind? Is he really going to fuck me on this small table? This freaking table won't handle our weigh. As much as my mind says that I need to escape, because I might end up with a broken rib if this continues. I was being overtaken by the pleasure that he's giving me below. I can't even utter a word, because it was prevented by the moans escaping off my lips.
I could feel the pain growing on my lower abdomen in each passing second. He was sucking the shit out of my breast through the nightgown. My collar, my neck, my breasts, and lips are taking turns on which his lips would land. My hands gripping and squeezing on his biceps feeling his masculinity. His fingers still thrusting. Just a little more, and I will be reaching my climax. My breathing intensifies as I started thrusting my waist to meet his plunging fingers. I could feel my walls tightening, but it didn't stop Dylan on his work. He fastened his pace, while staring at me. I was unable to keep my gaze as he sets me into frenzy. I can't even keep my head still.
"Ahm. Mmmaahh… Kill me already!" I screamed as I could feel myself tightening even more. My limped hands slide on his back. He played on my insides, circling his fingers and then thrusting it in and out swiftly.
"I'm.... I'm ----" I didn't even get the chance to finish my sentence. I dug my nails on his back, probably bleeding as I felt myself release, and lost all my energy. Damn, I haven't even got his hard muscle into me yet. He kissed me, then separated himself from me. He stood up watching me. The side of his lips arching upwards, as he looked at my uneven breathing.
"Babe, that was just a warmup. You can't be tired from all that. We haven't even started yet." If I wasn't too weak, I would get up or even reach for something to throw at him.
"You freaking bastard!" I tried shouting the words, but I was too tired. I didn't even know if he heard it.
He chuckled. "I missed you, too" I glared at him, but he just lifted me off the table.
"Wrap on me, my little koala." I did what he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while my legs did the same on his waist. He started walking to the bedroom. He climbed up the ladder with me still hanging like a koala. Well, thank god he brought me here. I actually thought that he was going to bang me on that tiny table.
He plopped us on the bed, with me being sandwiched again. I instantly felt his luscious lips succumbing me.
He stopped and broke the kiss. I lifted one of my eyebrows at him. Dylan smiled and rolled in the bed to lie on his back. He grabbed me and pulled my head onto is chest. I can clearly hear the sound of his heart beating. He combed my hair using his fingers. We just stayed silent. I have no clue why we were in silence, but it was peaceful. I felt the slight vibration on his chest. He was speaking.
"Hmm...what is it?" I asked looking up at him, while still on his chest. I was unable to perceive what he was saying earlier.
"I was saying that I'm letting you take the lead now. I have already took mine earlier. I'm giving you your turn now. You can do whatever you want. I'll give you the power over me. Babe, we'll take our fair share. I don't want to be the dominating one always". He said then bended low to give me a quick peck. Ugh, do I really deserve him?
"This is why I love you, Dyl." I took the initiative this time. I cupped both of his cheeks before engulfing him into our intensifying kiss.
I hovered on top of him. "Take this off me." I whispered to his ears, then licked his earlobe. Dylan grabbed the hem of my nightgown. He took it off and threw it somewhere. His motion was as swift as how he removed my underwear earlier. My fully naked body is now intact with his bare skin. I adjusted myself to the bottom edge of the bed.
Dylan gazed at me with an intense passion but didn't do anything. He was patiently waiting for my next move. He was really giving me the opportunity to do whatever I want. I held onto his trousers' waistband and took it off together with his boxer and brief. I can also do what he does. His manhood sprung right before my eyes. I grabbed onto him, checking him out. Still not at its fullest eh. I thought to myself, as I felt that it was just softly erected. I still need to do some work for it. I held onto his thing to help him achieve his full potential. I started stroking it as I look at his reaction. Dylan's closed eyes accompanied by his groans, confirmed that I am doing a great job.
I sat on his lower torso. His balls touching my flops, while I stroke his lively thing. I didn't need to do anything with my flops, but it was dripping juices the hell out on his scrotum. His grunts and groans filled my heart with so much passion. I started moving myself against the soft mushy balled thing, while continuously sliding my delicate fingers and palms in upward and downward movements. His eyebrows nearly forming into a straight line, his deep sensual grunts and heavy groans, and his flushed pink lips arched together. Damn that amazing view. I removed my hands off him. His eyelids fluttered open as he shot me a look of confusion. I grabbed both of his hands and placed them both on my breasts.
"Touch me. I'm all yours. I don't want to be in control. I just need you to be with me through all of this." I said. He didn't say anything, but he started massaging both of my cups. His work instantly heated my face up. He reclined up his body 90 degrees, to meet mine. My hands were now stuck, just holding still on his throbbing penis. He is giving me the damn pleasure by squeezing the shit out of my breasts, burying his face in between and taking turns in sucking each. I can't contain the pleasure that he is giving me. My grip tightening on his thick hard shaft. I could feel his precum flowing on my hands.
"I so freaking love you, Malia." He kissed me hard. He dropped his upper body's full weight onto mine. Me laying in between his legs, while his dripping stick is being pressed in the middle of our bodies. I never thought that Dylan could turn into a gymnast in bed.
He kneeled apart, which gave the space and parted both of our waists. I know his intention for that motion. While our lips are still being smudged together, I reached out for his fully-grown trouser snake. His tongue retracted from my touch, but it didn't stop me on working my way. I positioned it on my entrance. I inhaled deeply as I felt the tip touching my core. Dyl slowly made his way inside, he stayed still.
Don't get me wrong, we have done these multiple times, but the magical feeling doesn't seem to fade every time. We may have felt lust, but in the end, it would always be our feelings for each other that prevails. I held onto his perfect butt cheeks as he thumps back and forth slowly, ensuring that every dive is excavated and deeply seized in. My muscles started on narrowing around him, and that's when he snapped. He rammed into me forcefully, shoving deeper in each thrust. I could feel my throat drying, I haven't even drink anything yet. Never ending moans leaving my mouth, as he keeps on pounding.
My brain was fogged up with the intensity that he's giving me, unable to think straight all I could do is let my body give in with the sensation. My arms and hands sliding on his back as it was the only response I could give. My core clenching even tighter, while his cock is getting filled in. He was holding it in and waiting for me. He slipped faster and rougher, and with his one last thrust, we both reached our climax together. Our moans and screams filling the air at the same time. I could feel our warm liquids flowing. Him twitching inside, releasing all his juices, filling me in. We were both exhausted from the earthshattering experience. We remained in our exhausted position, him on top of me. Both waiting for our breathing to stabilize.
"As what I said, we have the whole day to ourselves. This is just the start."
I just stared at him, when he said those words. Damn... I think, I won't be able to get up tomorrow. I can already foresee my bedridden figure for tomorrow.