Let My Hands Do the Talking (Completed)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

"Devin do you knock," Dylan signed angrily the next morning. Liana is still sleeping. He shields her body with his. She's only wearing his shirt.

Devin completely ignores him. "It's my birthday, it's my birthday, it's my birthday," he sang and dance.

Liana grumbled and tucked herself further into the comfy pillows.

"Shut up. Please! We will celebrate in an hour."

"We don't have an hour my brother. Mom and Dad just pulled into the driveway."

"What? They said that they would show up in the afternoon."

"Well surprise!!!! They're here now. Now get your lazy butts up and let's get to celebrating." He slammed the door and ran down the stairs.

Liana threw the covers off of her. "Your parents are here," she gasped. She wasn't ready to meet them yet but now she has no choice but to. She totally forgot that they would be here today.

She jumped from the bed and panicked. "I need to brush my teeth, take a shower, do my hair." She looked into the mirror and groaned. "Oh, Dylan... you really messed up my hair this time." It's all tangled. It will take a while for her to comb it all out.

He smiled. He couldn't help it. He likes playing in her hair. And pulling it even more.

He caught a glimpse of the bottom of her shirt rising as she tries to untangle her hair and he's reminded that she isn't wearing anything under it.

The hunger in him slowly begins to rise as her soft creamy skin starts calling to him.

He silently rose from the bed and snuck up on her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her neck.

He places small kisses there.

She tried to push him away. "Do you really think that right now is the appropriate time for this."

He nodded against her skin and pushed her further into the dresser. She's trapped.

He pushed his member hard into her back and squeezed her hips.

Liana can feel her resistance slowly dissolving. She glances into the mirror and watches as he pushes into her.

Loud stomps can be heard as someone walks up the stairs. "Dylan I know you aren't still in the bed. Come out here and give your mom a hug."

Dylan halts and clinches his teeth. It took all he had not to slam into her. He looked into the mirror.

Liana glossy eyes are locked on his and her mouth is slightly parted.

"Don't stop," she whispers and pushes back into him. A low moan escapes her lips.

As she closes her eyes he slams back into her. The dresser bangs into the wall.Her mouth drops open and she cries out. She didn't mean to be so loud but the shock waves running through her is more than she can handle.

Liana's legs go completely weak as the rush of pleasure and pain hits her.

"Dylan what's going on in there."

"Okay stop now," Liana breathes, finally coming to her senses. His mother is at the door. This isn't right.

But Dylan doesn't seem to have control of himself. He has to finish what he started.

He rests his chest on her back and began to slam into her harder and faster. Before she can get a sound out his lips are on hers taking in all her moans.