Chapter Five
Zoe
“You are amazing.” I giggle, as we fall back against the bed. Dylan is still deeply rooted inside me and hard as a rock, ready for more. He lazily thrusts in and out of my channel while his fingers dance along my curves.
“Oh no, you’re the one that is amazing. If my cock wasn’t so cozy in your pussy, I would bury my face in that sweet honey pot of yours.” His warm lips trail down my neck, his beard tickling my skin. I’m going to have beard burn over every inch of me by the time the sun comes up. I fucking love it.
“We’re amazing together.” I roll Dylan on his back. Straddling his waist, I kiss a trail over his honed muscular chest. Every inch of him is sculpted perfection. I sit up, slowly rocking my hips. He feels so good inside me, I never want this feeling to end. “I could get use to this.”
“Use to what?” he groans, hands settling on my hips, working me harder along his length.
“To you, in my bed, fucking me, holding me, loving me.” My head falls back and our moans fill the small space. I want him in my bed every night. I want his arms around me when I fall asleep, and I want him between my legs when I wake up in the morning. Just as I plunge over the edge of ecstasy, I find myself falling even harder for him. In this beautiful moment, I realize I’m in love with Dylan Edwards.
“I love you, Zoe.” His words set me off. I chant, “I love you too,” over and over until I collapse on top of him.
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The loud grumbling of my stomach wakes me from a dead sleep. Dylan was right, we did work off all of the calories from dinner. It’s two in the morning, and I am ravenous for something to eat. I carefully slip out of bed as to not wake up Dylan. After the marathon of love making we just had, he needs his rest because, the moment he wakes up, we are going for the world record of how many orgasms two people can have in twenty-four hours. The rumors about Dylan’s talents between the sheets are true, he’s a fucking sex god. In just a few hours with him I’m completely addicted.
I walk out to the living room and pick up his shirt from the floor and slip it on, buttoning up two of the tiny buttons. Bringing the collar up to my nose, I breathe in his scent. He smells like a pine forest after a spring rain. I step into the kitchen and head straight for the fridge. Pulling the door open, I pull out the box of tarts and the massive slice of chocolate cake. I set both boxes down on the counter then grab a fork from the drawer.
I pop open the lid on the cake and look down longingly at the rich chocolate frosting and the moist dark chocolate cake. This simple dessert reminds me a little of our relationship, sweet and decadent and oh so bad for you. It makes it all the sweeter now that he said he loves me. It’s crazy fast, but who fucking cares. We’ve spent the past three months getting to know each other, that’s long enough for me to know that the feelings I have for him are genuine.
Just as stab my fork into the cake, I feel a pair of arms slide around my waist and a warm set of lips on my neck.
“Can I get a bite of that?” Dylan asks.
I scoop up a bite of cake and feed it to him. He lets out a satisfied hum when the chocolate touches his tongue.
“What are you doing awake?” I ask.
“I rolled over and you were gone, had to find out where my girl went.” He takes the fork from my hand and cuts another bite from the cake and offers it to me. I let the fork slide into my mouth. The sweet chocolate explodes around my taste buds.
“I had to get something to eat. You successfully worked off my dinner.” I slyly grin, turning in his arms. I give him a once over and see that he is naked, and that ten-inch monster of his is already hard. I bet his cock would taste pretty damn good covered in chocolate.
“Told you we’d work off all those extra calories.” With a cocky grin sliding across his face, he reaches behind me and pushes the cake box out of the way then lifts me up on the counter. He opens the two buttons and slides my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. “When we are alone you will be naked. I don’t want anything coming between me and what’s mine.” His dark possessive words send a chill through my whole body. He pulls me closer to the edge of the marble counter, lining up his fat tip at my entrance then slowly pushes inside me.
He scoops up another bite of cake and feeds it to me while he slowly fucks me in my kitchen. I dip my finger into the luscious frosting and smear the cold concoction over each of my nipples. He’s feeding me a snack; he might as well get one too. Resting my hands back on the counter, I offer up my chocolate covered nipples to him. Like a magnet his head dips down, and his tongue lavishes my tits.
Dylan reaches his hand into the box and grabs a handful of cake. He brings it up to my mouth and I take a big bite. The frosting and bits of cake cover my lips. His mouth comes crashing down on mine, sucking and licking me clean. Dylan smears the rest of the cake down my chest and over my breasts.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be eating that off of you,” I pout. Dylan reaches back into the box and scoops up more cake then wipes it down his chest.
“There, now we can eat it off each other.” We both laugh. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull him to my lips.
“I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, honeybee.”
There is no guarantee as to what life will throw at us, but I know whatever it is, Dylan and I will be ready to take it head on. Our love may be new, but it is strong, and nothing will ever tear us apart.