AMELIA.
It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to.
Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode.
I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.
Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his c**k appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue.
