I slung my arms around his shoulders as he brought himself down to kiss me. Kissing away my answer before it left my mouth. It didn’t take long for the caressing to become palming; for the featherlight kisses to become teeth-grazing. A faint pressure was already building between my legs again. I needed more.
I moaned, rolling against the hardness of his jeans. When I trailed my fingers along his abs, I felt how the gesture caused goosebumps to erupt along his skin. He pulled his mouth from my lips when my fingers reached the hem of his jeans.
“You sure?”
I would’ve deadpanned if it weren’t for the fact I was delirious with pleasure again. “Dean, please.”
There was amusement in his voice as he said, “Give me a second.”
Dean rose to his hands and leaned across to his nightstand, keeping his hips between my legs while he rummaged through the top drawer looking for a condom.
I chewed at my cheek, unable to stop the inevitable as I grew nervous again.
He retrieved a dark red packet and tucked it between his teeth before he moved off me and the end of the bed. Folding my legs to one side, I watched him from over my thigh, propping myself up on my elbows for a better view.
The narrow strips of streetlamp light, passing through the gaps in the horizontal blinds, painted a golden outline over his naked torso. A muscle feathered in his lower abdomen as he unzipped his fly and removed his jeans, revealing a sizable bulge within his black boxer briefs.
An involuntary sigh drifted from my parted lips, and I rested my head on my shoulder, unbothered that I was still completely naked. I trailed my eyes to a tattoo on his left thigh that I had only ever caught a glimpse of once before. It was hard to make out what it was in the low light of the room, but figuring out what it was soon became less of a priority. Dean had removed his underwear.
Holy hell.
He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled the rubber on. As he moved to kneel on the end of the bed, his eyes traveling up my body, he stroked himself once.
I parted my legs and his hands gently wrapped around my ankles, and then slid up to my bent knees, sending adrenaline and pleasure through my veins. I fought the urge to wriggle under his warm touch — under his darkened gaze.
“Lift your hips,” he said. The words sunk into my skin, and I did as I was told while he reached for the spare pillow beside my head. He slid the pillow beneath my hips, and I settled down into its cool fabric. Releasing a pent-up breath. “It’ll make things a little more comfortable.”
I nodded quickly before my eyes dipped lower as he brought himself closer, resting himself against me.
“Hey,” Dean said softly. I blinked up to meet his eyes. “We’ll take it slow, alright?”
“Okay.” I swallowed the lump in my throat before he leaned over me, arms braced on the mattress, and kissed me tenderly as he pressed himself against me.
The skin-to-skin contact this time sent tingles through my body, leaving me breathless with the way it all felt. It prompted me to roll my hips against him out of curiosity, dragging my swollen clit down over his length.
He breathed out sharply, groaning against my lips.
That sound alone sent pleasure flooding through my system, and I hitched my legs up higher, rolling against him some more as my breasts peaked against his chest. I inhaled as my hands tangled in his hair, wanting him closer.
“When you’re ready.” He dragged his mouth to my jaw. “Put me in you.”
I throbbed at the subtle demand, moaning breathlessly when he sunk his teeth lightly into my shoulder.
I couldn’t help that my hand shook slightly as I reached down between us. I reminded myself over and over that I wanted this. Oh, how I wanted it. Him. The outside touching was almost euphoric but there was an ache inside me that wanted him deeper. And going off his length, I figured that was achievable. Daunting, but achievable.
As I carefully traced my hand down his hard shaft, unsure of how much pressure to apply, he grunted and looked down between us to watch. I adjusted my hold in response, curling my fingers around him until the tip of my middle finger barely met the tip of my thumb.
He hummed in pleasure, rolling into my grip before I guided him down, purposely dragging the tip against me so he would moan again. His pleasure did things for me.
I took a breath as my heart pounded. It had been doing so the entire time, but it wasn’t until now, as I nudged him against me and slid in the tip with a near-silent gasp, that I could hear my pulse in my ears.
The pain was subtle, and I let go, whimpering softly as I watched him edge in a little further. I was surprised by how far he was already and then distracted when he angled his head and brought his mouth to my breast.
I dropped my head back as he swirled his tongue around my hardened nipple and grazed his teeth across my skin. Moaning against my chest as he pushed in just a little more.
“Oh god." I squeezed my legs around him as my arousal dripped onto the bed.
Dean didn't care about the mess, only sinking deeper, spreading my legs as he palmed my inner thigh.
