“Nnnh—why’d you ask?” she managed.
I replaced my thumb with my mouth, devouring that sweet taste before I lightly blew across her reddening, wet flesh. The cold air caused her to squeal as she bit her bottom lip and lifted her hips. I pinned them back down.
An impatient groan escaped her as she tried to move her hips again, grinding against my face.
I pulled up for a second and considered her nakedness.
“I don’t plan on lettin’ you sleep much tonight.” I kissed her inner thigh and slowly worked my finger in and out. “That’s why I asked. I hope you don’t mind.”
She pulled herself to her elbows, considering me this time as she raised her brow. With her eyes locked on mine, she spread her legs wider with a subtle smirk. “Not at all. Do your worst.”
“Alright.” I rose to my feet, rock hard under her gaze of anticipation and hunger, before I hooked my hands under her thighs. “Ready?”
Her eyes gleamed with excitement. “Mhm.”
Lifting her legs, I flipped her over in one motion.
She let out an unexpected squeal before her knees hit the mattress. Chest down and ass up in full view, she released a chuckle-moan as she curled her fingers into the covers.
I slowly climbed onto the bed to kneel behind her, spreading that glistening pink with the head of my cock as I leaned over her perfect body.
My hand curved around her waist while the other smoothed down her arm to her hand. I threaded my fingers through hers and squeezed.
“Still wanna forget?” I murmured into her ear, grazing the shell of it with my bottom lip.
“Yes.” She trembled beneath me, nodding desperately as she started to sink onto my cock again. “Yes, Dean,please.”
It had been a while since I fucked someone hard. I fell into the belief that I had to keep it gentle every time with Lily — not that I didn’t like slow fucking. Slow fucking trumped rough sex any day, but sometimes rough sex worked wonders on the psyche.
And I could see we were missing out.
I slid in with one full thrust. No pauses or edging, just one complete sheathing that knocked a shudder through Lily’s body as she groaned loudly and bit the pillow.
Chapter 40
Dean
So maybe fucking the night away wasn’t the best idea after spending part of it running from a crazed guy in a truck. Mentally, the sex created a sort of buffer — or a rebalance. Physically, I felt like I woke up in the body of an eighty-year-old man.
It was midday by the time I forced myself out of bed, leaving Lily to continue sleeping.
After a stretch that seemed to crack every vertebrae in my spine, I made my way into the ensuite for a quick shower to soothe my muscles, and then dried myself in front of the bathroom mirror. Only then did I get a good look at what became of my body last night.
Among the healing cuts and bruises from the explosion were fingernail scratches on my chest and back. There was also a faint bite mark on my shoulder.
I half smiled and went back into the room. Not bothered to get dressed yet.
Lily was beginning to stir when her eyes landed on me.
“Hmm-morning.” She smiled sleepily and stretched her arms above her head, arching off the bed with a soft groan. It caused the bedsheet across her body to slip from her chest, revealing her perky breasts and the marks I left on her; a hickey on her neck and another lighter one on the curve of her right breast.
I approached the edge of the bed, aware of the way her eyes traveled over my body. “You tore me to shreds last night.”
She bit her lip sheepishly, leaving her arms to rest on either side of her head on the pillow. “Oops.”
“Last night wasn’t too much for you?”
Lily shook her head, smiling easily. “It was fantastic.”
