Part of My Story

Amalayah saw him at his door. Felt is anxiety and then hovered her gaze over him as he made his decision to knock on her door. Once she gathered herself from the little outer body trick she’d pulled she threw on her mint green terry robe, covering her black satin and lace sleeping romper and headed towards the door.


His scent wreaked her nose and had taken a place in her head right beside the smell of the ocean and her favorite drink from Starbucks. He was forever etched into her train of thought. She looked through the peephole, to feel more human, and then snapped the lock free opening the door to him.

The guy was a curse to her. Her feet clenched the bare black wood on the floor as she caught the look of his body. He had been working out again and he smelled of sweat and pure sex. His dark hair was scattered over his head and his hands were red at the knuckles. Bruised from his bout with one of his buddies. There was a little cut just under his jaw but nothing that stopped Amalayah from flushing red at his entire body standing in the jamb of her door.

“Dylan,” She choked out. “What can I do for you at this hour?”

He said nothing. For some reason Amalayah saw more than she’d seen earlier. She saw hesitation in him before but now? Now she saw a pursuer. A large well-equipped man eyeing just what he was wanting. And he was looking right at her. His eyes glued into hers. She felt what he wanted. It was like he was already touching her.

"I wanted to see you.” He said deeply followed by a groan. He stepped in without even being invited and Amalayah stepped back. She wasn’t afraid no. If anything she was…intrigued. He was a hunter and damn her if she didn’t want to be his prey.


“I don’t—think that…we…”

Dylan closed the door with his eyes still on her as if everything she was trying to get out was nothing at all. The aura around him was complete passion. Amalayah saw the euphoric colors around him and she was stuck once again.

“There you go with that thinking again.” He moved in on her placing his mouth right on her ear, “You need to leave that to your book.” One arm went around her waist and automatically her eyes closed. The gasp from the demanding pull caused Dylan’s body to react on impulse. His erection pushed against his jeans and even through the heavy robe Amalayah felt the damn thing. His body shuddered and she went wet. Her arm was on his shoulder holding on tightly to his damp shirt.

“Are you…here for…something…in particular?” She finally asked once she got over the feel of his arousal knocking at her stomach. She felt a mini-orgasm shoot though her. It was pure electric and she didn’t deny that she loved it.

Dylan smiled when he heard the want in her voice, but he went insane when he felt her body jerk. She had came just from the touch alone. The ‘touch’, he got what Gregory was talking about. It wasn’t just the actual touch of her skin but what you could do with just that touch. The roll of her body in just one of his arms was sensational, so he wondered what would happen if he used the other.

“I think you…already know why I’m, here.” He bit her ear and felt her take in a breath. “And you want…the same thing.” He lowered his hands and tore the robe from her body. The thin black satin did not hide her hard nipples. If anything it made Dylan jealous of something else. That damn romper! “Are you…wanting me Layah?” His hands found the tie in the backless sleeper and gently she felt it slip down her body onto the floor. He stepped back and stared at her body. Her smooth legs gleamed against the moon’s light behind her. Her torso was slim but not skinny. He hated women that were rail thin. He loved a woman that would not hesitate to eat a steak. And Amalayah was not skinny, her features were toned and nicely fitting for him. He loved it.

Amalayah wanted him so much she had no words. Just as he talked in his rough tone she thought she was to come again. She held it back. That was what he wanted. He was tempting her. Wanting to see just how long he could play with her. She looked down at the firm bulge underneath his jeans and smiled, “I see…someone is wanting me.”

His eyebrows lifted and his smile brightened, “Touché.” He extended his hand to her and when she took the offer he pulled her to him. Dylan trembled at her soft skin. And he knew he had to have her. “May I…taste you Layah?”

She melted even more. “Fuck that you could have a damn sampler if you wanted.” She thought to herself.

“I’ll take your leg around my hip as a yes.” He grinned taking great charge of things, Dylan lifted the other leg and held her there. Breathing heavily, “I’m happy to take…you here but I prefer…to have you comfortable for this.”

Amalayah pointed to down the hall. She’d never had a guy in her personal bedroom. Not even Landon had been there, but this was not Landon. This was Dylan and if she wanted to be comfortable she’d have him in her bed.

“First door.” She panted as he suckled on her neck and dug his trimmed nails into her ass. God, that was so hot to her. And he felt it when he slipped his hand between her thighs.

“Oh...what the…” She felt herself pool around his hand.

He chuckled against the hollow of her neck and breathed her in. “It’s only me baby. Just me.”

“What are you doing to me?” Amalayah felt like a shattered glass, she was everywhere in the room. It was like her body had exploded into a billion pieces and every piece had felt that shock.

“I’m making you want only me.”

The fuck if he wasn’t right. This guy was hitting a spot she never knew was there. He forced his hand up further and she felt a gush from her. She wiggled until he placed her on her large bed that faced the ocean. Just what she felt like between her legs.

Dylan backed away and pulled his shirt up over his head. The guy had abs like a pro wrestler, but he was athletic built. He wasn’t over stuffed with muscles but he had them. Arms corded and muscles rolling underneath like a ripple effect. He moved his hands down to jeans and she braced herself for the reveal.

“Where the hell was that going?” Amalayah thought to herself. His erection was…shit it was huge and she was wondering if she could have made dash for the door. Nope, he made his way on the bed and kissed her right on the lips. She felt the massive thing all but blaring to get into her. His thighs were strong as steel and she knew those coupled with that she was in for a ride.

“I still,” he grabbed one of her breast, nipping the other, “want to taste you.” His chest heaved. His hand ran down her thigh and he raised it up. He hissed when he moved down and gave her a look, “Shit,” he let out softly, “I’m gonna enjoy this so much.”

Before she could say something smart Dylan’s tongue was drilling her. Her body arched up at the hit of his tongue inside her. The flick of the tip of his tongue on her clit made her grip the duvet. She felt his hand take one of hers and his fingers interlace hers. “Hold on to me. I want to feel how good I’m doing.”

“You sure you want that?” Amalayah breathed rapidly as she looked up at the dark ceiling.

“From you? Hell yes.” The heat from his mouth warmed her even more and she giggled at the sensation. “Oh, that’s funny?” He shoved his face into her and she felt his nose hit her clit. The feeling surged to her heart. She thought she’d die from that one.

He pulled and suckled her cleft and all she could hear was the wetness that was caused mostly from her and his mouth.

“Layah.”

“Yeah?’ she strained that out.

“I want you to come for me. Now!” He shot his tongue back into her and holding her ass in place he moved in and out as if he’d fucking her into insanity. Granted, she was almost there. As the glass broke again Dylan quickly moved in and with one thrust mad his way into her.

Amalayah’s eyes shot open and so did her mouth but nothing came out. She couldn’t say the same for her other part. That was running like a faucet on full blast. He paused and taking a breather himself he looked into her eyes, “Are…you okay? Do you want me to—“

“If you say...move I’ll kill you.”

Dylan smiled and began to move slowly, not wanting to hurt her. That was until he felt her nails dig into his back and her beautiful voice call out his name. His rhythm sped up and so did her call for him to. He felt her walls close around his erection. Tightly milking him so that he knew he could not hold on to the release for long. She was sucking him back with each pull. Then she did something that made him fall apart. Amalayah bit his shoulder and took him over. He slammed himself into her and she screamed out his name, louder than she’d ever done. Ever. They both felt a shock that sparked all along their bodies. Everywhere their bodies touched the spark struck. Amalayah wondered what that was, but she was too high to figure it out.

“Iwant…you to meet someone.” Was all he said before they both fell asleep in each others arms