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I Love How You Love Me

I Love How You Love Me (The Sullivans #13)(44)
Author: Bella Andre

“Touch yourself the way I would if I were there with you right now. Like you’ve already made me lose control.”

She closed her eyes, and when she imagined Dylan’s hands on her, a little rough and desperate with desire, a new rush of heat flooded her. “I love it when you start to lose control. It feels so good.”

“You have no idea how good it feels,” he told her. “I could play with your breasts all night long. Would you want that, Grace? Would you want my hands and mouth on you for hours and hours?”

“Please.” She was nearly whimpering by now.

“Soon,” he promised, before saying, “now I want you to run your hands down over your ribs and stomach, appreciating every inch of your gorgeous body the way I would if I were there with you.”

She’d always been on the curvier side, and from the first moment Dylan had looked at her, and then when he’d touched her, she hadn’t had to doubt just how much he loved her body. “You always make me feel so beautiful.”

“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he confirmed in a deep voice that resonated with need. “Undo the button on your jeans and then lower the zipper.”

The sound of the zipper coming apart had Dylan groaning again. “You have no idea how hot it is hearing that and knowing sheer lace is showing through. Tell me what you’re doing now. Are you touching yourself? Or are you waiting for me to tell you to do it?”

She knew by now how amazing, how hot sex with Dylan was when his hands, his mouth were on her. But what he was able to do to her with just his deep, sexy, hungry voice?

She could hardly breathe, hardly think, she wanted him so much.

“I want to touch myself so badly,” she admitted. “I need to. But…”

“You know that the anticipation of waiting for me to tell you to touch yourself will make it even better.”

“Yes.”

“You make me happy, Grace. So damned happy.”

“You make me happy, too.” She was half naked on her couch having naughty phone sex…and she was smiling so big her cheeks hurt. “Really, really happy.”

“How about I make you even happier by telling you to take off your jeans now. But leave the white lace on for a little while longer.”

“Okay,” she said a few seconds later, “my jeans are off.”

“I’m taking a mental picture of you right now, lying on your couch, almost naked, wet and ready for me.” A low sound of pleasure rumbled from his chest through the phone. “Perfect. God, you’re perfect.” She thought she heard his zipper come down, too, then, but before she could ask, he said, “I want you to slip your hand inside your panties.”

She had to bite her lip to stifle her moan of pleasure as he finally instructed her to touch herself. “I’m inside.”

“Jesus, Grace, you almost made me lose it.” She could hear his breath coming faster and loved knowing that she could make him lose control. “Tell me how you feel. I need to know how hot, how wet you are for me.”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she told him. “Like I can’t wait another second or I’ll go crazy.”

“Just a little longer,” he urged her. “Just wait a little longer, and I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

“I know you will. You always do.”

“Slide the lace down your legs now. Do it slow and easy, even though I know you want to tear it off just like I did the first time we were together on your couch.”

She truly did want to tear her panties off, wanted any barrier between the two of them gone, but she followed his directions, made herself go slowly.

“Are they gone? Are you completely naked now?”

“They are. I am.” Her words were shaky. “Please, Dylan. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

But instead of telling her it was finally time to let herself go over the edge, he said, “Run your hands up from your thighs, to your hips, then over your breasts.”

Every inch of her was so incredibly sensitive by now that even the slightest scrape of her nails over her skin had her gasping from sensation.

“If I were there with you right now, I would follow the path of your hands with my mouth. I’d kiss and lick and bite my way up your body and then back down between your legs until you were screaming my name. And you’d taste so good that I wouldn’t stop with one orgasm, I wouldn’t stop with two—I’d take you over at least three times before I’d move back up your body again.”

She could barely stop from screaming his name now. “I’m so close, Dylan. I don’t know if I can hold on any longer.”

“I love you, Grace.” He paused just long enough for his beautiful words to sink in before adding, “Now come for me.”

She had barely touched herself when her back arched up off the couch and soul-deep pleasure exploded inside her.

“That’s it,” he ground out, his own breath sounding as fevered as hers. “Don’t stop touching yourself, don’t stop making those beautiful little sounds. I’m right there with you.” He uttered a low curse, one that vibrated through every inch of her in exactly the same way it did when he was hard and hot inside of her rather than nearly eight thousand miles away.

“Dylan.” Knowing that he was also touching himself, that he’d leaped off the peak with her, had her spiraling back up and into another climax.

Neither of them spoke for a minute or two as they worked to catch their breath. She felt too wonderfully spent to bother with putting her clothes on, so she simply reached for a blanket.

“Did you like that?”

She took the phone off speaker and held it against her ear, as though that would bring Dylan closer. “I loved it.”

She could practically see him smile through the phone. “You keep blowing my mind, Grace.”

“I might even have blown mine tonight,” she teased, barely stifling a yawn halfway through.

“You’ve had a long day. I should let you go to bed.”

She wanted to stay on the phone with him for hours, but she knew both of them needed clear heads tomorrow. He had a week-long race to start in his friend’s boat, and she had a story to nail before she went to Mia’s surprise party.

“I love you, Grace. And if I can’t reach you again for a few days while I’m racing, I want you to promise me you won’t forget it.”

I love you, too, she thought. I love you so much. The words were on the tip of her tongue, playing over and over in her head so loudly that she half-thought he’d be able to hear them. But in the end, all she managed to say was, “I won’t forget, Dylan. I promise.”

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