His gaze drops from my face, to my lips and then down and before I’ve even had the chance to shy away from him. He drops to his knees before me, his hands planted firmly on my hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Worshipping you, how you deserved to be worshipped. But you can tell me to stop, and I will.”
It’s been so long since I’ve felt his touch like this, to have his heated gaze on my skin and.. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to claim me in every way. I want him to take this hurt from me and tear it to pieces.
I place my hand on his bearded cheek and run my fingers through the coarse hair that lays there, imagining the feeling of it on my thighs, how it would scratch and tingle the sensitive skin. Dean turns his head for a moment and plants a soft kiss onto the centre of my palm before turning to face me again with burning lust in his eyes. His mouth is inches away from my stomach, and I can see the desperation in his eyes to taste me and I allow it.
“Then worship me.”
Ana stands before me like a Goddess amongst a battlefield, wounded and bruised from her fight yet still remains standing, and I am inaweof her. Every miniscule thing about her has me falling deeper and faster in love with her and I refuse to stop the fall. I would hit the ground and shatter into a million pieces, just to do it all over again.
Her hips fill my hands, my thumbs meeting in the middle of her lower stomach, fingers barely grazing the bullet wound on her stomach. Flashbacks threaten to infiltrate my mind of the moment she was shot but I will them away, keeping all my focus on her. Because she deserves to be looked at with nothing but love.
“Do you remember your safeword?” I ask, needing this consent from her.
“I do.” She answers, keeping her hand on my jawline, her gaze burning down on me and I press my lips just below thebullet wound, the rough, waterproof dressing brushing against my nose. The moment my lips make contact with her skin, she inhales a sharp breath and melts into my hands, allowing herself to fall into my touch.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Ana hums her approval of my words and I continue to press my lips to her skin, spanning across her soft stomach as my hands dip and explore her slight curves, rising higher until I reach her heavy breasts and cupping them in my hands. A soft moan slips free from her lips and the feel of her hands tangling into my hair causes me to groan against her stomach.
Steam from the shower swirls around her, creating water droplets across her skin and I use my tongue to lap up the condensation, tasting her for the first time in months. Moaning at the taste of her in my mouth.
“Dean..” She whimpers, flexing her hands in my hair.
“What do you need? Use your words, tell me what you want.”
“I.. want you to touch me.” She begs, her breaths heavy with want.
“Where?” I ask as I brush my fingers over her nipples, causing her to shiver at the sensation. Ana goes silent for a moment and I look up at her, checking to see that she’s still with me. “Use me baby, tell me what you want from me.” I beg.
“Take me into the shower and put your fingers inside my pussy.”
Her words fill me with euphoria and I drop my head, rolling it against her stomach. Achingly desperate to take her.
Gripping her hips again, I crawl on my knees, fully clothed and back her into the spray of the shower. Water cascades over heronyx locks and trails down the valley between her breasts and I lick all the way up, slowly rising to my feet, my mouth never leaving her skin as I rise to my full height, completely towering over her. She reallyisbeautiful, from her strong brows to her lashes that fan across her face, to the small bump on her nose that’s speckled in freckles. Giving into the urge, I lift my hand and run my thumb across her cupid’s bow and down to her plump bottom lip, feeling the warm water soaking into her skin.
Dipping my head, I catch her lower lip between my teeth, tugging gently at the flesh and she moans into my mouth, her hands running across my now soaked shirt to reach my shoulders. Her touch sets a fire spreading wild across my skin and a deep groan spills from my lips.
Ana breaks the kiss for a moment, takes my hand in hers and guides it down in between our soaked bodies until I reach just above her pussy.
“Touch me, please. Take all this hurt away from me.” She begs with heavy breaths and I gently slip my finger between her soft pussy lips, stroking up and down, circling her clit every so often.
“Like this?” I breathe heavily against her lips.
“Yes, just like that. Please don’t stop.”
And I don’t, I take her mouth and use my opposite hand to tease her peaked nipple, stroking and flicking the sensitive flesh whilst slipping two fingers back through her sopping cunt until I’m probing her hole.
“Do you still want this, pretty girl? I’ll stop if it’s too much.” I say after breaking the kiss and her eyes connect with mine, a stormy ocean brewing in her shining orbs.
“I want this, I want you.” She breathes heavily. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
My fingers push at her hole again, only a few inches sliding in.
“Say my name, pretty girl.”
