Page 97 of Heartland

And I lose my train of thought completely.

Thirty

Chastity

Dylan,naked and turned on, is the stuff of my fantasies. Except he also wants totalk?I can hardly form a sentence right now.

Apparently I made my point, though, because he’s unhooking my bra and then unzipping my skirt. He yanks off my tights, too. As soon as my clothes fall away, I back toward the bed until the mattress hits my knees.

Dylan takes a detour to his bedside table, where he grabs a condom out of the drawer and tears the packet open before sliding it down his dick in a speedy, businesslike way.

Oh thank goodness. I pull back the comforter and lie down on the sheet in a big fat hurry.

Dylan follows me, wasting no time in spreading his big body out over mine. And I don’t have to make any more conversation because he immediately begins kissing my neck, and then my breasts.

I sift my fingers through his thick hair and hold back a moan. His tongue on my nipples is very educational. But he presses onward, kissing his way down my stomach. I tense up as his mouth approaches my pussy.

It was me who said that he could do anything he wanted, but I’m just not sure I can enjoy his mouth downthere.

But he parts my legs and makes a happy noise. Then he kisses my inner thighs, one at a time. His lips are soft, and the stubble on his chin is just abrasive enough to make the contrast stand out. It’s pleasant. But my muscles clench anyway because I’m bracing for his next move.

“Shh,” he says. “Relax.”

I try. He kisses my mound. When he flattens his tongue against my clit, I practically leap off the bed, because the sensation is so intense.

Dylan actually chuckles against my pussy. He kisses me again, slowly. Then he uses two fingers to spread me open so he can lap at my sensitive flesh.

I let out a little sob of confusion. It feels so good, but everything is too focused and extreme. I feel too exposed and helpless.

He backs off, kissing my thighs, stroking a tender thumb over my core. I miss his mouth already. My nipples are hard, and my pulse is pounding at my throat.

All my cravings hurt so good.

“I could stay here for hours, you realize,” he says quietly, kissing my pussy again.

“No,” I mutter as my thighs clench again.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s too much,” I whisper. “It’s better when we’re…” I can’t explain it. “Together.”

“Mmm,” he says, kissing my belly again. Then he rises up, sliding his cock inside me without warning.

I take a sharp inhale from surprise. And then I sigh and relax against the mattress. The fullness makes me feel radiant. There’s nothing like it.

Dylan leans down and kisses me on the mouth. “That’s what you needed, isn’t it?”

My only reply is to wrap my legs around him.

He doesn’t move—he just looks down at me, his brown eyes darker in the candlelight, the shadows deepening the muscles on his arms. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.

“You never answered my test question. How many erogenous zones are there?”

“Dylan,” I gasp. Why is he still talking right now? I tighten my muscles and squeeze his girth inside me. I can’t help it.

He closes his eyes and lets out a hum of pleasure. “That’s one, for sure,” he says, as if this were actually a conversation. “There’s also…” He leans down and kisses my nipple. “And…” He kisses my neck. “And the small of your back, which I can’t reach right now. And the soles of your feet.”

“Dylan,” I repeat, lifting my hips to try to get more of him. “Please.”