I reached for my shorts next. Fumbling once again as I popped the button open, my knuckles accidentally grazed the front of his jeans, the subtle bulge there. While I was in my head about not overthinking, I had temporarily forgotten that part of the equation; all of this was equally arousing for him too. He just knew how to handle it a little better than me.
I was suddenly filled with curiosity and a coy sort of eagerness that led me to pull my mouth from his and look down. But he caught my chin again, smiling a little as he did.
“You first,” Dean murmured.
He got down on his knees and instinctively, I covered my chest with my arms. I watched as his hands came to the button of my shorts. His fingers were nimble and steady as he worked the zipper and slowly eased the shorts down my legs. Legs that threatened to buckle as the reality of the situation flooded in stronger.
I stepped out from the leg holes, and he rose to his knees, hands gliding up my thighs as his eyes wandered up to my face. Genuine adoration was in his gaze, mixed with darkening desire while his hands drifted higher to my waist.
I hesitantly lowered my arms, allowing him to see me, before I traced a finger lightly down the side of his face and across his forehead as I brushed aside his dark hair.
Dean rose to his feet, cupped my face in his warm, calloused hands, and kissed me. I tilted my head back, releasing a breathy moan onto his lips. Excitement rushed to my core.
His voice was huskier than usual as he dipped his chin. “Did you wanna take this to the bed?”
“Yes,” I gulped, heart racing.
Dean didn’t hesitate. Curving his hands down around my backside, he scooped me up with ease. When I brought my arms around his shoulders and tucked my legs around his waist, he hoisted me just a little higher. Planting a kiss beneath my collarbone as he brought me to the bed.
He walked around to the end of the mattress, kissing me the entire way until he was lowering me to the covers. Once my head was nestled into the pillows, and he held himself above me, our lips found each other again. We kissed hungrily, our hands roaming gently before he finally lowered his hips between my legs, rolling them against me in one tantalizing stroke as he kissed me a little slower.
“Tell me what you want, Lily?” He moved his mouth down my throat, and I curled my fingers into his biceps. When he shifted his weight to one arm, brushing his free hand down my side, I let out a breathy whimper.
Arching into his touch, I raised my hips against him in answer.
“In words,” he muttered onto the area between my chest and neck, drawing his finger along the hem of my underwear as he did. But then he stopped.
Our eyes met in the low light of the room.
What did I want him to do?
Everything?
“What you said earlier,” I whispered, shifting my hips beneath him, desperate for his hand to keep going. “I want whatever that meant.”
A knowing smirk came to his lips, and then he was moving.
Down.
“Oh,” I breathed, dropping my hands to rest beside my head.
Dean branded my body in lazy kisses while the ends of his hair tickled my skin. Starting at my neck and drawing a line with his mouth right down between my breasts. My body rose to meet his touch.
When he moved below my belly button and my stomach dipped sensitively, I sucked in a breath. “Oh.”
He half smiled against my skin, huffing a breath across the plains of my stomach before he continued. This time he held my gaze as he came to kneel at the end of the bed, between my legs, and brushed his knuckle straight down my already wet underwear.
I rolled my head back, and then looked at him again, chest heaving as I curled my fingers into the pillow. It felt like I needed to prepare myself for what was to come based on the way he tilted his head. Holding onto the pillow was the best I could do.
“Can I remove these?”
“Mhm,” I squeaked.
There was a subtle smile on his face as he brought his hands to my hips and tucked his fingers beneath my underwear. Slowly tugging them down, he focused on my face as I sucked in a breath the further the underwear went.
I had never been naked in front of anyone before and was about to bare all to him.
Dean lifted my legs to remove the underwear completely and discarded them on the floor with the rest of my clothes. He brought my feet back to the bed, either side of him, and slid his hands up my inner thighs. Goosebumps and shivers danced along my skin as he gently spread my legs further apart, taking in every inch of me with his eyes.
