Dylan pleasured her for a little longer, then finally pulled his face away. When Bonnie opened her eyes, she saw him crawl off the bed. He stood on the floor and slipped his thumbs into the waist of his own sweatpants.
“Please, Dylan,” she groaned, releasing her grip from the blankets. Her release was not enough to satiate the hunger deep within her. She needed him. She needed him inside of her, filling her and joining them together.
“I like the way you say my name.” Dylan slipped off his pants and kicked them to the side.
Dylan grabbed a condom from the nightstand. In less than two breaths, he was back with her, pressed at her entrance. Around them, the air charged. There was a soft vibration running through her skin, calling him to her. She raised her hips, asking him without words to take her.
“Please, Dylan,” she whispered again. His dark eyes ignited with desire. Hunger and need filled his face as he pressed forward. She gasped as he filled her. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The desperate throbbing between her legs had ceased and was replaced with an overwhelming pleasure.
He rocked into her, groaning with the pleasure of it. Dylan placed his hands onto the bed, just above Bonnie’s shoulders. The soft light caressed the flexed muscles of his shoulders and biceps, accenting his strength around her.
She reached around to his back, gently digging her fingernails into his skin. She kissed him, needing as many connections as their body could make. The passion in the room was intoxication. It wasn’t just lust, though. There was more to it than that. Bonnie could sense that this was different than just simple sex. It was more potent, more real.
The pleasure that she experienced wasn’t just in her body. It was in her emotions, too. All of her senses filled with bliss. Her walls were down, and she thought that was making her able to connect on other levels with Dylan besides just the physical.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled. She slid away from him, keenly feeling the loss. He now lay on his back before her, so she scrambled to resume her place with him, straddling her legs around his hips.
They both let out a groan of pleasure as Bonnie dropped her weight, allowing him inside once again. She felt complete this way.
Another bolt of lightning hit nearby. It sounded like it was just outside of the trailer again. However, this one didn’t make Bonnie jump at all. In fact, she was so deep in her lust that she hardly even heard it. It sounded distant, the way people sounded when she’d hold her breath and go underwater at a swimming pool. It seemed like the storm outside was far away.
Now that she was on top, she controlled the pace. She rode him slowly at first, rocking her body back and forth. The ache inside of her grew, and she quickened her pace. His hands went to her breasts, cupping and fondling them as they bounced. She loved the roughness of his fingertips against the sensitive skin of her delicate flesh. She loved the way he panted, his chest rising and falling, not with exertion, but sheer desire.
She was losing control, and he was coming along with her. Her legs tightened, and she called out his name.
They came together. Or at least, she thought they did. She wasn’t totally sure because everything was lost to pleasure and the sensation of him losing himself within her. Together they were both lost and found at the same time.
After a few moments, Dylan finally took a ragged breath and opened his eyes. He shook his head in awe as he gazed at Bonnie. Then he took her hands, gently pulling her into his embrace.
They kissed again. This time, it was slow and sensual. They had expelled much of their energy, and all that was left was sweet, sexy little pecks on the lips.
She didn’t want to be apart from him. Not ever. She wanted to stay there for eternity with him, just kissing and making love, pretending that the rest of the world didn’t exist. Pretending that everything was fine. Making believe that the mob wasn’t after her and that there wasn’t an ever-present danger everywhere else in the world besides the ranch and in that trailer with Dylan.
The rain outside had slowed down. The only thing left was the sound of a drizzle as it hit the ground. Bonnie gently parted her kiss and laid her head on Dylan’s chest. While she listened to his heartbeat, she gazed out the nearby window. The sun looked like it was about to peek from behind the clouds. She almost wished that it wouldn’t, though. She wanted to remain safe inside the storm with him.
Dylan wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close. Her breathing slowed, the effects of the rain and sex finally catching up to her. With his arms protecting her, she finally could relax. For the first time in weeks, she slept without fear of nightmares.
Chapter 22
Bonnie
“This time, we’re going to go underwater,” Bonnie told Tyson. “You can totally do this.”
Tyson looked unconvinced. “Can we wait for Dylan?”
“Sure,” she replied with a shrug. “Or you can show him a new trick when he gets here.”
Tyson thought about it, and Bonnie let him have his time to think. She loved these lessons with Tyson. The kid was turning into a regular fish. He still didn’t like the sensation of water on his ears, but he was getting used to it. The more they worked together, the more progress Tyson made. She was so proud of him. She knew it wasn’t easy for the kid.
Dylan usually joined them for lessons, but today he was running late. She was looking forward to having him join them more than Tyson was.
“Okay,” Tyson announced. He took a deep breath and dunked his head underwater for approximately half a second. It wasn’t much, but he came up looking both terrified and incredibly pleased with himself.
“That was amazing!” Bonnie praised. The terrified look slowly faded from Tyson’s eyes. “Dylan is going to be super impressed. I know I am.”
“There he is,” Tyson said, waving to a figure across the pool.
Bonnie turned to look, and her heart skipped a beat. She loved that it did that. Dylan waved back to the two of them as he set his things on the edge of the pool and stripped down to his swim trunks. She had a feeling it would never get old to watch him take his clothes off.