CHAPTER 12.
Sheila.
The sun was already in the sky when I finally woke up from my sleep. I groaned as I sat up, the pain in my bones still as sharp as ever and my head was pounding. I pressed my hands against my forehead as I laid back.
Where was I?
I heard the shower door open and I saw Dylan step out with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes roamed his bare chest down to his torso and then I saw the tent in the towel.
My mind went back to the events of last night when he drove me back to his house and I snapped my eyes away from his body. I was still a little bit shy in his presence.
"Look at me, love. I love the way you were eating me up with your eyes, and that is a very valid reason for me to get turned on." His gaze was intense as he spoke.
I understood what he meant because as I lay there, probably looking bleary-eyed and ugly, his eyes still appreciated me like I was the most beautiful thing in the whole damn world. And I would be a liar if I said that it didn't affect me.
My soaked panties were a testament to the fact that I was affected. Badly. I crossed my legs over each other to try to apply friction between my thighs, but it was frustrating. I needed the real deal and I needed it now.
With that thought in mind, I got off the bed and approached Dylan. The shyness I had been feeling was non-existent.
Right now, I was a woman with a mission and it seemed Dylan was willing to go on that mission with me because he met me halfway, holding me to him as he crushed his lips to mine.
There was no time for sweet words and teasing kisses. My body was on fire and I was desperate to feed the hunger raging like an inferno within me.
Dylan seemed to know my needs as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our tongues danced together to the beat of passion. They writhed against each other to the music of desire.
He walked to the bed, urgency in his steps. Laying me gently on top of it, he stared at me until I looked away, embarrassed. What did he see when he looked at me?
"You're beautiful, Sheila." He brushed the hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear as he stroked my cheek. The gentleness in his touch made me emotional and I closed my eyes to relish in it.
Then I felt his lips at my ear, nipping and sucking on it gently as I sighed contentedly, the sensation going straight to my core. He licked his way down my neck and my upper body came off the bed as he bit a spot beneath my ear.
I moaned loudly, not caring if there was anybody around to hear me. Dylan's lips found their way back to mine and this kiss was everything the first one was not. It was slow and loving, moving from an energetic dance like tango to the slow romantic waltz.
By the time Dylan's lips moved further down my body, I was already in over my own head with bliss. I had never thought it was possible to be addicted to one person but now, I realized that I would never let the sexy man currently kneeling in front of me go. Not willingly, anyway.
He gently pulled my soaked panties down and I waited in anticipation for the feel of his tongue against my cunt. But my traitorous stomach chose that moment to rumble. Stupid, stupid stomach. Couldn't you wait a little while longer?
Dylan got up from where he had been kneeling before my pussy, ready to worship at my altar. "Well, it seems like your belly needs attention. Let's go get some food for you."
He held out his hand and pulled me to my feet. He stepped back and put some space between us but I wasn't having any of it. I clinged to him, pressing myself against him. I could feel his rock hard member and I jerked it in my hands.
The towel he had wrapped against his lower half had fallen sometime during our passionate kiss and I glided my hands up and down his shaft. He groaned and moved his head toward me, capturing my lips again in his mouth.
I don't know what had contributed to my boldness but I suddenly felt so bold. I sank on my knees in front of him and ran my tongue against the tip of his penis, gathering the moisture on my tongue.
I looked into Dylan's eyes as I savored it and he groaned, staring down at me with dark eyes that promised a lot of immoral things. Immoral things that I was sure to love.
"Sheila…" Dylan groaned when I took his whole shaft into my mouth. This was the first time I was going down on him and if I knew the amount of pleasure I would feel from watching Dylan falling apart, I would have done this long ago.
But it seems Dylan wasn't weakened completely because he pulled out of my mouth completely, leaving me kneeling on the floor with confusion all over my face.
"I need to calm down, Sheila. I don't want this to be over soon and I was ready to pour my load down your throat," he said and his voice shook at the end.
He quickly walked to the closet where he put his clothes on before turning back to me. I was still kneeling in the same position where he left me with a stunned look on my face. What the hell just happened?
"Don't look at me like you wanna kill me for ruining your fun, love." He chuckled. "Go take a bath while I run down to the kitchen to prepare food for you."
He leaned down and pecked me on the cheek as he passed me. I got up in frustration as soon as I heard the door close, taking a quick shower. But I wasn't as quick as I thought because when I got out, there was a tray full of fruits on the bedside stool along with a note.
"This is the only thing available at the moment. Eat up. I'll be in the kitchen preparing some omelettes for you. You're free to join me if you want."
That was what the note read. I smiled at how considerate and loving he was. Grabbing an apple, I took a bite as I made my way to the kitchen.