Sexual electricity ignited Scarlett's fatigued body to life. Dylan's hand cupped her between her legs and his lips had taken over hers. Scarlett was tired from packing at Dylan's and wanted to get a good night's sleep before moving Dylan's stuff in tomorrow. He had other ideas.
She wanted to fend him off. To let her body relax and repose before the all-day workout they faced. Scarlett hated moving. But Dylan loved her and wanted to live with her. He broke his lease to be with her every day and every night. As Dylan's fingers slid inside Scarlett, she figured this was one of the reasons why.
The first orgasm came up on her quickly. The last remnants of resistance faded into the pleasant sexual oblivion Scarlett was experiencing at Dylan's hand. He pulled his slick fingers out and his cock took their place. He gently rocked her beneath him.
Scarlett considered herself a sexual person, in touch with her body and her mind. It was because of that she knew Dylan's penis would never completely satisfy her. Guilt shrouded her mind the moment that thought snuck in. She batted it away and concentrated on squeezing Dylan from the inside.
She gripped his shoulders and hugged his hips with her legs as he moved in and out. Sex shouldn't be a deal breaker, she thought. She always enjoyed herself. And he was great with his tongue. That was much harder to find than a big dick. And he loved her so much. She was safe with him. She needed that after everything.
Dylan had waited patiently for her to love him. He was a patient friend and eventually became her patient lover.
Scarlett was wet and enjoyed feeling Dylan inside her. He continued pumping, building up to his orgasm.
"Scarlett, oh, baby," he moaned when he was getting close. She wasn't yet satisfied and thought about taking a shower to finish herself off. There was no need to rub it in his face that she needed to come a couple more times with her much larger vibrator in order to be sated.
Dylan's cock grew slightly larger inside Scarlett's pussy signaling his impending explosion. It was only in these brief seconds that his cock rubbed her just right. A few thrusts later he was done.
Scarlett hugged his body as he lay on top of her. She could feel the small beads of sweat that covered his back. Her unsatisfied lust was being reluctantly transmuted into affection. Scarlett caressed him and covered his scratchy cheek with feathery kisses.
Dylan lazily rolled off of her keeping his hand on her stomach. Scarlett started to slide off of her side of the bed to slip into the shower.
"Where are you going, hon?"
"I want to take a shower. We probably won't have time in the morning. Lilly is going to be at your place to help with the move at seven," Scarlett said.
"Do you have to? I love falling asleep holding you. Come back. Please," Dylan begged.
Scarlett's body had already begun ratcheting down the second Dylan spoke. It didn't take long for her to give in and return to bed.
Their nude bodies cozied up to each other under her oversized quilt. Dylan was asleep in seconds. Scarlett had always been jealous of his close relationship with sleep. Scarlett's relationship with it was ambivalent at best. When she didn't dream, it was a luxury she appreciated and enjoyed. Unfortunately, the nightmares stole her peace constantly.
