Still Can't Get Over You

Chapter 33

Two and a half hours later;
Dylan's POV;

The talents that this man possessed were like nothing I had ever felt. No man had ever made me feel the way he did. Refusing to untie me from the bed posts; he had firstly slammed his cock in to me and for an hour we had made love at an agonizing slow pace; his hips moving against mine so painfully slow.

The minute I had tried to increase the pace his hands were on my hips pinning me to the mattress; his cock driving painfully slowly in to my chamber; reaching so deep that I knew it should have hurt but all I could feel was blissful pleasure. Our bodies were caked in sweat as we seemed to know what to do to one another as his hands finally let go of my hips and I caught up to his pace.

Grinding together intensely seemed to have the heat increase until he was reaching for my legs and wrapping them around his thick powerful neck. The friction from the position was like nothing I had ever experienced; waves of intense pleasure drove through me with every gentle thrust that he delivered in to my aching pussy.

Then as if to drive me even further out of my mind; he lowered his body down a little further on to mine; causing my legs to stretch a little longer than what I was normally comfortable with.

But it was almost like this man knew how to make the pleasure over ride the pain until it was non existent. With complete control over my body he only let me cum when he wanted and we erupted in a wave so violent that I was sure that it rocked the world through to the very core.

Collapsing on the bed next to me; he had once again refused to untie me from the bed. I had watched as his eyes travelled over my panting frame. Refusing to let me come down from the high of my release; he used his hands to travel over every inch of my body before driving his fingers back inside me. Holding his head on his elbow; he watched my body as I became entangled in the pleasure that was simmering in the pit of my stomach. For the third time I came with such violent ferocity that I was sure I was loosing my mind.

Then as my third release seemed to crash down on me; leaving me panting and trying to get my breath under control but it seemed that he had other plans for me as he positioned himself back between my legs. Slowly he had removed my boots and threw them to the floor before spending twenty minutes kissing, licking and exploring every inch of my flesh; working me higher than anyone ever had before.

Then he had spent forty long glorious minutes going down on me, tasting every inch of my insides, pressing his talented tongue against every pressure point inside my aching pussy, dragging me towards release only to slide out of me and watch me trying to remain composed but failing miserably until he finally brought me to yet another mind blowing orgasm that had my eyes rolling back in to my head and a tired satisfied moan pierce through the otherwise silent room.

Which brought us to this moment, my eyes traveling over his frame as he untied the scarves from my wrists as he gently lifted each arm to his lips and tenderly kissed over the red marks that had been left by the silky satin constraints.

"You know I really should try to get some sleep but I want to talk..." He said collapsing down on to his side as I rolled to face him.

"Talk? Babe I am surprised that you don't have a locked jaw by this point," I replied shocked.

With Carmine; he always fell asleep straight after sex. Leaving me wide awake with just my thoughts for company. So to hear Jeff saying that he wanted to talk left me surprised to say the least.

"I'm serious DJ; I want to talk..." He replied his eyes burning in to mine.

"About?"

"Well firstly where the hell did you learn that thing with the the scarves?" He asked as his hand seemed to instinctively and absentmindedly run over my thigh lightly. The sensation coursing through me and calming me in ways that I hadn't felt since being with Roy.