“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “Very much.”
Dean nodded, brushing his thumb along my lower lip. Then he reached down, taking hold of my ankle again. Unzipping my boot, he tugged it off, and did the same to my other foot. He smoothed his palms up my legs and under my skirt again. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he tugged them down. They looked so delicate and pale in his big hands before he tossed them aside.
Slowly, Dean sank to his knees. Pushing my skirt up around my waist, he parted my thighs. I twisted my fingers into the thin sheets, mesmerized at the sight of him burying his head between my legs.
Then his mouth was there—where his fingers and cock had been—and I didn’t think it was possible to feel even better than before. But the slickness of his tongue on my clit, tracing the length of my entrance, flooded through me like liquid gold.
I clutched his head with both hands, holding him in place with my fingers locked in his hair. Starving for more. So much more. All of it.
I wanted everything he was willing to give me. Every sweep of his tongue. Every soul-sucking kiss to my clit.
“Holy shit,” I rasped. “Dean—don’t stop—”
He clamped his hands to my thighs and yanked, pinning me to the mattress, flat on my back. Guiding my legs around his head, he worked his jaw into my sopping wet pussy. He gripped my ass tightly, keeping me pressed against his relentless tongue.
I gulped at the air desperately, flooded with pleasure beyond anything I’d experienced before. My favorite toy never made me feel like this.
For several agonizing, glorious minutes, Dean kept me hovering on the brink of sweet bliss. Shaking. Breathless. Deliriously out of my mind with the skills of his mouth and tongue.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore of it, Dean closed his lips around my clit and suckedhard. My orgasm snapped. I shouted his name, bowing off the bed. Every muscle in my body seized. My world narrowed to a burning point of light, weightless in oblivion.
At last, Dean pulled back, sliding his hands down my legs again. I whined at the loss of him, slumping against the mattress.
“Don’t worry, honeybee,” he said with a hum. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Sliding off his cut, he draped it over one of the chairs, before removing his shirt. This time, I let my gaze roam over his tattooed torso as much as I wanted to, lingering on every flex and shift of muscle.
After kicking off his boots, he stripped his jeans down, releasing his cock. Dear God, no wonder he made me feel sofull. The flared crown was flushed to a mouthwatering shade of red. The length wasn’t particularly intimidating, but the girth of him…it was a miracle I’d managed to take as much as I did already.
And judging by the low hanging swing of his balls, the weighted bob of his cock…all of that equipment lookedheavy.
Dean palmed his cock, attempting to adjust the condom that had nearly slid off. But it tore in the process and he swore under his breath, tossing it in the garbage.
“Hate to say it, honeybee,” he said. “But I don’t have another one.”
“I don’t care,” I replied.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m on birth control,” I added.
And I want you inside me with nothing between us.
“I tested clean a few months ago,” Dean offered.
“So, we have a green light. We’re good to go.”
He tilted his head to the side, slowly looking over me, half naked in my post-orgasmic state.
“Except for the fact that you're overdressed."
Crossing the room to stand before me, Dean took the hem of my sweater and pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms, letting myself soak in the moment.
This was really happening. My wildest dream was coming true.
Unhooking my bra, I hurried to lean back against the pillows. Dean settled between my thighs, bracketing my body with his arms braced on the mattress. A giddy little smile of anticipation spread across my face and I wiggled beneath him.
“You can change your mind at any time, you know that, right?” Dean asked.
