Chapter 20 - Lift Your Head and Look at Me (19+)

Pulling back for a moment, Dylan began to pull Anna’s zipper down her back. Now free from the kiss, she inhaled deeply, breathing in all the air she had lost to him as her chest rose and fell. He pulled her dress down so it rested below her stomach, exposing her perky, pale breasts. Licking his lips at the sight, he pulled her dress down even farther. His attentions made her nipples pebble, and they grew pert with aching desire.

It felt like every ounce of her was thrumming with barely contained energy. 

Dylan lowered his head and began to taste her breasts, brushing his lips against her soft skin. Anna’s hands had moved to a death grip upon her skirt, but the moment his warm mouth enclosed itself over a nipple, she gasped, her hands flying up to bury her fingers in his hair. He licked the sensitive peak as if it were sweet candy, laving his hot, moist tongue over it with enthralling finesse.

Anna looked to the ceiling as the sensations threatened to consume her. Dylan maneuvered his tongue deftly, sometimes teasing the tips of her nipples with a push of it. When he began to gently nibble upon them with his perfect, white teeth, however, Anna couldn’t hold back her moans.

“Ah!”

Hearing her passionate cries inflamed him further, and he doubled his efforts, lavishing her breasts with vigor and carnal determination. Before she knew it, his hands were underneath her skirt, groping her supple bottom. 

Lifting his head up again, he observed Anna’s flushed face, the way her breaths labored to escape her kiss-swollen lips. He captured those lips once more, thrusting his tongue inside her to coil against her own. 

One of Dylan’s hands began to slide off her butt to her thighs, edging toward the valley between them, and upon this realization, Anna braced herself by taking hold of his powerful arms. He pushed her underwear aside, his fingers stretching past her pubic hair in search of the sensitive secret they concealed.

He didn’t take his eyes off her for a second. He took care to watch every little reaction she made.

The deepest part of her body felt hot and slippery, and Anna shivered uncontrollably, panting as she moaned. Dylan’s middle finger found and began to softly stimulate the petite flower bud between her legs. Her arousal manifested in her face, blossoming like a beautiful red rose.

“Look at me,” Dylan mumbled softly. His lips glistened with the slight sheen of their shared saliva. Anna obeyed, taking in his enchanting visage and sensual expression with her darkened, dilated eyes.

Suddenly, foregoing any warning whatsoever, he pushed his middle finger deep inside of her warm, dripping wet channel. She gasped, throwing her head back as she shrieked silently. Her expression contorted to reveal the pain she felt at the intrusion.

Still holding tightly onto his arms, Anna started shedding tears clear and beautiful enough to compel anyone who saw them into licking them off her face. As she stood sporadically gasping in pain, Dylan pushed one more finger inside.

“Ah…!” Anna balled her right hand into a fist and smacked it against his chest in resentment.

“Lift your head and look at me,” he commanded once again. She was still floundering with the pain. It felt as if her body was being torn into two. “Now,” he said, and his voice began to sound as if he were begging.

Anna slowly lifted her head and looked at his face. He seemed as pained as she was. 

“I know it hurts,” he continued, “but if you don’t do this now, it will hurt even more later on.” His left hand moved to cup her chin and her head naturally tilted to look up at him. “Close your eyes. I’ll do it slowly, so try your best to focus on the sensations.”

Anna licked her lips and quickly nodded her head, shutting her eyes tightly. She couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped her as soon as his fingers started moving again. It still hurt, but as more time passed and his fingers continued to swirl around inside of her, massaging her inner walls, Anna’s reactions began to change. Sensing this, Dylan started moving his hand a little more roughly.

In comparison to the overwhelming discomfort she felt at the start, she was doing considerably better, now able to fit two of his fingers inside of her. They were coated in her slick juices, dripping hot and sticky from where they were submerged.

Anna was braced with her back flat against the wall, her chest heaving laboriously up and down. Soon enough, distracted by sheer sensation, she didn’t realize that she had already begun to grind her hips against his hand.

Dylan’s left hand briefly caressed one of Anna’s breasts before reaching down to cup his throbbing hard-on, which strained prominently against the restrictive fabric of his suit pants. Watching her completely lose herself to the intense ecstasy he gave her made his body thrum with overwhelming excitement. He could barely hold back. ‘Just a bit more. Just a bit more,’ he thought to himself. He had to make sure she was perfectly ready to take all of him inside her before he went any further. However, his body was already reaching its limit.

Feeling pained, his body thoroughly seized by the ache of arousal, Dylan pulled out his fingers. Anna wobbled as if she would fall over at the loss, so he kissed her forehead as he unzipped his pants. His once-hidden manhood appeared to literally bounce out of its confines. Her eyes widened at the sight of it as she barely managed to keep herself upright upon her shaking legs.

His shaft was much larger than she had ever imagined. Thick veins entwined the length of it, looking as if they were ready to pop out. She was finally seeing, with her own eyes, the very thing that the Dylan of her dreams used to tease her with every night, saying, “Should I show you or not?” 

Anna shivered again, this time in fear, as a renewed sense of danger descended upon her. Dylan lifted one of her legs to rest upon a table. He was preparing to get into position between her legs, one of his hands holding onto his turgid length.

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