HOLLY
It took another half-minute before Dylan moved again. I spent that time studying his expression, enjoying the dream-like look of ecstasy on his face as he held my ass against his perfect, washboard stomach. We were lovers now. He was inside me! And through the many fantasies, all the times I’d thought about doing this with him, I never could’ve imagined it would start with a one-stroke timeout.
I guess I should be flattered.
Dylan’s hands flexed as he regained control. His fingers dug in, dimpling the supple flesh as his hands slid down to my ass. Then he began f*****g me, for real this time, and I felt a wave of goosebumps spread over my entire body.
Ohhhhh…
Two strokes turned into three, then three dozen. We were screwing, now. Actually doing it. Our relationship up until this
