The lingering warmth and taste of him in my mouth, on my lips and tongue, ignited a fierce, almost desperate boldness.A tremor ran through my hands as I reached for him, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A surge of heat, almost dizzying, made my vision swim for a moment. For the first time in days, a defiant smile stretched my lip. I stood, water cascading down my back, and pulled Dylan into a deep, possessive kiss, my hands tangling in his wet hair. A relentless, throbbing ache consumed me. "I need you, Dylan," I whispered against his lips, my tongue tracing their shape.
My hands dipped lower, exploring the slick, sculpted chest and abs, The flexing muscles beneath my palms were a promise, each pulse a tantalizing hint of the pleasure about to unfold. Then my hands slide lower, closing around his still hard penis. He groaned, a low, deep rumble as my thumb massaged the sensitive tip, already gooey with anticipation. "Come back to my room," I urged, my voice thick with raw longing, my gaze never leaving his eyes. "Let's finish this...properly. Right now."
Dylan said nothing but he didn't need to. His eyes locked with mine, the desire just as deep and urgent. We quickly rinsed, grabbed our towels and rushed out of the bathroom. The cool air of the hallway sent goosebumps up my arms and the cold tile floor chilled my bare feet, making me realize I'd left my clothes, toiletries, and flip-flops in the shower. But I didn't care. The magnetic pull of Dylan, the incessant need to be with him, obliterated anything else. I fellowed behind him, clutching my towel, the thought of him naked in my room, in my bed, in my mouth and pussy a vivid, aching fantasy.
The cramped space felt electric, the air thick with intensity. A few half-unpacked boxed and scattered belongings littered the room, but I'd barely noticed them--even when I shoved them off my bed and onto the floor. Who care what fell out? My eyes were on Dylan, who had closed the door and was leaning against its frame, somehow looking even sexier than before, the flimsy white towel barely covering the poking out of his manhood.
I climbed backwards onto the bed, my eyes fixed on Dylan, and then on his towel dropping to the floor. I bit my lip and sucked in a breath, giddy with anticipation. I turned to move some pillows and then my eyes returned to Dylan's, his hot with desire, his erection a teasing tool of pleasure. Then my eyes caught the flash of something sliver in his hand, something I hadn't seen before.
What is that?
Then my gaze shifted to the floor, to the discarded contents of the box I'd shoved off the desk, and to the newly opened--and rather large--package of...
condoms
?
What the hell?
A wave of heat rushed to my cheeks. Mom. She couldn't bring herself to actually have that conversation, the one about the bird and the bees, and thought her subtle sneaking of a ginormous box of condoms in my luggage would do the trick?
A nervous, almost embarrassed laugh bubbled inside me.
"So you planned this, huh, Carly?" Dylan chucked, unwrapping the condom and beginning to roll it down his shaft. A playful smirk creased his lips. "Looks like you came prepared to seduce me. Get me in the shower, bring me back to your room and have your way with me? Well, go for it."
His teasing comments made me laugh, easing the tension. "I'm guessing my mom packed those," I said as Dylan closed the gap between us.
"Sure," he said, leaning and kissing me. The heat of the moment raged within me.
