DirtyBeautiful by Jodie Becker

behind her knee, along the sole of her foot and right
through her body. Erica mewled.
    He kissed a line down her leg and licked her inner thigh, near
the apex. She rocked into him, silently demanding he put his mouth where she
needed him the most. He lapped at her, near the edge of her underwear. He
turned his head and she swore she could feel his hot breath on her clit. She
groaned, fingers tightening painfully against the table edge.
    “Damn, you smell nice,” he growled.
    Those words sent a pulse of pleasure through her. Dylan’s
masterful hands circled, skimmed and pressed over every part of her skin until
she was just a bundle of nerves. He kissed her bellybutton and raked nails over
her side. Her vagina quivered, bringing her close. One hand drew circles along
her inner thigh, while the other massaged her abdomen. Rapture rose and fell in
excruciating degrees. Ecstasy hovered over her skin. The gentle rise of
pleasure flowed over her in a stream of liquid mercury. His hot breath touched
the skin above the crown of hair before his mouth pressed against her stomach.
The flat edge of his tongue swirled around and around, making her quiver with
intense need. Ripples started and his hands pushed her over as she shattered.
Her body convulsed, the orgasm crashing into her. Her clit hummed. The friction
of fabric making the sensation last even as his hands brushed over her torso
and pushed her further into another realm.
    Colors burst behind her eyelids and finally he eased away
from her. Gasping, she opened her eyes. She stared up at the ceiling, still
disorientated by an unbelievable climax. She raised her hand to wipe hair from
her face and noticed they trembled. She drew in a slow, ragged breath. Dear
Lord, the things he could do with his hands.
    Dylan helped her sit up and held on to her a fraction longer
when she wavered. “Wow,” was all she could say.
    Dylan hooked her hair behind her ear then cupped her cheeks.
He kissed her. A gentle kiss that paid homage to her. It made her heart
flip-flop at the way he marked each corner and claimed her mouth. He pulled
back and gazed into her eyes.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped.
    Erica could almost believe him. She glanced down at his
erection and boldly stroked his length. Dylan groaned and snatched her hand
from him. “No, peaches. This is all about you.”
    Her chest now had butterflies. It fluttered almost painfully
at the sight of his need. He was so giving. Erica pressed a hand to her chest
to suppress the strange mixture of elation and tenderness. Dylan’s eyes
narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. He raked a hand through his hair
and chuckled. “You better fix that. I’m having trouble holding on to my
promise.”
    Erica did as asked, then pushed off the table. Her legs
struggled to take her weight, but she managed to hold on. A distinct smell of
burnt chocolate filled the air. “My brownies!”
    She hurried over to the oven and opened the door. Pulling
out the batch, she grimaced at the acrid smell. She slid the tray onto the
stovetop and waved a tea towel over it. Assessing the damage, she let out a
hopeless sigh. Although it wasn’t charred, it was overcooked and would be hard
and bitter. With a disappointed tsk , she dumped the remains into the
trash. Time to start again.
    “Going ahead with your plan to overtake the world?”
    Erica snapped out of her irritation over spoiled brownies.
“What?”
    Dylan indicated to the line of ingredients scattered over
the bench.
    “Oh that. I’m making some brownies and other goodies for the
school Octoberfest. It’s on tonight. Maybe you want to come?”
    Interest flared in his eyes. “That sounds real nice. It’s a
date… I mean, I’ll be there.”
    Erica’s heart dropped a little at his backpedal, and she pasted
an overly bright smile on her face to hide her disappointment. “All right. I’ll
be leaving here at five thirty. So I’ll see you here?”
    Dylan nodded. “Sure thing, peaches.