I could feel his hot breath on my neck, teasing me in-between the nips he was leaving. My hand ran through his wavy brown hair, pulling him in demanding more. One hand was tangled in my hair, stopping the harsh brick from hurting me; the other hand brushed over my thigh as he held my leg up over his hip.
He pulled back his deep brown orbs meeting my jade green. I held his glare, my knees weakened, I could almost feel the power radiating off of him. He pushed his body into mine. A moan left my lips; I could feel his hardness through his jeans. I was glad I wore a dress.
We had been together for almost 4 years and I had never thought I would end up doing anything like this, a boring dinner with his rival and his annoying girlfriend had left me feeling somewhat desperate, but a sext form Dylan saved everything.
The wall was harsh against my back, shadow had returned to nipping my neck. The warmth of his body made up for the coolness of the brick.
"Dylan," I moaned "can we go somewhere else?"
I watched him take a deep breath, he'd once told me my voice was music to his ears, he picked me up and carried me upstairs and the next thing I knew I was on lying on the soft black silk sheets of his bed. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the soft sheets spreading my arms above my head. The pressure on me lifted, only to be followed by the sound of material dropping. The pressure soon reapplied and the heat returned but only for a moment. A soft growl and a tug on the fabric I was wearing made my sit up slightly, the blue dress I was wearing soon ended up next to his jeans on the floor. Clad in only our underwear I sank into the bed, spread out a little to let Dylan devour me.
He went back to my neck again, I knew it was his guilty pleasure, he loved the smell of my hair, and he would always bury his head in my neck. He loved it. He gently traced his hands down my body, gliding over my hips, down under my thighs, he effortless lifted me up. My hands travelled through his hair as I found myself straddling him, I moaned softly into his ear, and begin to nibble slightly. He gave a growl and pinned me again. In seconds my legs were around his shoulders. He slid into me with such force; I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.
Dylan was always the dominate one; I had hardly ever had him handcuffed to the headboard begging for my touch. It wasn't going to be like that for much longer, he was going to be under my control tonight, well once he'd calmed down.
His thrusts were hard but slow, he was teasing me. I could see it in his eyes as he brushed my hair of my face as he went to kiss me. A smirk played on his face. He would hardly ever smile, but the smirk was much sexier. His lips brushed against mine and his hands ghosted over my sides before he took a firm grasp of my breasts. Dylan began to speed up slightly and his moans became audible, he brought his head away from my neck, and took my nipple into his mouth. I cried out and arched my back; his hand wrapped around my waist and held me like that. I could feel his smirk as his tongue ran small circles around my nipple. That bastard, I thought, he knew how sensitive my nipples were.
My breathing became erratic, I was close, I could feel it building at the bottom of my stomach, Dylan knew how I worked, he knew what would make me cum quickly and he was pulling out all the stops. This was going to be a long night; I didn't mind that. I couldn't hold off any longer and I felt my orgasm rip through me, it was bliss, I gripped shadows shoulders to steady me as I moaned loudly in pleasure. Dylan gave a low growl, his rhythm fumbled as he came quietly. I panted softly as he pulled out; he trailed kisses up my collar bone, onto my neck and slowly onto my jaw.
While he was doing this, I slipped my hand under the pillow and pulled out the handcuffs. Dylan wasn't expecting anything; I could tell he was too wrapped up in what he was doing. I took a chance and rolled him onto his back, I took his surprise as an advantage and pinned his arms to the frame and handcuffed him to the bed. It was my turn to smirk as his a look of confusion came to his face. His brown wavy hair was brushed to side and his smirk lit up the sprinkling of freckles over his nose. He wasn't fighting back now, that was a good sign. My hair fell over my shoulder, it was a light brown shoulder length, Dylan loved it.
He tilted his head to the side, taunting me, waiting to see if I would continue with my next move. I bent down, my hands gently sliding up his chest; I could feel his abs slightly under my palms. He gave a soft moan when my hair bushed against his shoulder and once again I began to nibble at his ear. I slowly moved down to his neck, I left a trail of kisses until I reached a place where others would be able to see. I hesitated for a second before sinking my teeth into his neck not deep, but enough to make him gasp in surprise. I was leaving my mark on him, I swirled my tongue around my mark. I started to move down, kissing and licking my way down to his nipple. I sucked on it gently, swirling my tongue once again. His back arched, I couldn't help but smirk.
Something brushed against my stomach, he was ready for another round. I kept going south; running my fingers along is body. I reached his cock, it was bent to the left slightly, something I found attractive for some reason, the curve in it made it kind of desirable. He stared at me, waiting for my next move. I slowly grasped his cock, he whimpered slightly under my touch.
"Beg" I said quietly, Dylan gave me a strange look. "Beg" I said again this time it more confidence.
"Please, Oh gods please Robin; jack me off," He gasped "run your hand up and down my hard shaft, fuck please."
I squeezed his shaft gently, he moaned loudly, "Fuck! Robin, oh god please!" he inhaled sharply, I ran my tongue over his tip and a breathless cry escaped over his lips, he was quite this time "Please Robin...fuck," I gave in, he had begged enough for me, I took his head into my mouth and sucked slightly.
