Slowly, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid down the zipper—his eyes, lidded and heavy were locked on my every movement. I shimmied the denim down over my hips—slow and deliberate—until they pooled at my feet. I heard his breath, shaky and hoarse, whisper my name.
I held my breath as he pulled my hair to one side and grazed his lips along the front of my shoulder, all the way across my collarbone. His mouth was warm and soft as he pressed me back down onto the edge of an old-fashioned cushioned chair he kept in his room.
I lowered myself onto the edge of the seat, leaning my back against the soft pillows adorning it. My head fell back, and our eyes met. Another long, lingering, intimate glance trapped me before he bent forward to kiss me. I moaned low against his mouth.
He ran his fingers gently down the insides of my thighs with a feathery touch, trailing them all the way to my knees. My legs fell apart slightly until his fingers splayed wide and pushed them apart, lifting my knees and hooking them both over the arms of the chair. I was wide open to him, the only thing covering me was the thin lacy material of my bra and panties, which I was positive was soaked through.
His fingers dug into my legs as his lips moved over mine; they slid up coolly to the hem of my underwear and slipped under the wet fabric. He toyed with the material, twisting it over sensitive spots as his lips shifted down my neck and over the curve of my breasts that ached with need. His mouth gave just the whisper of kisses along my skin, tormenting me with lust and making me greedy for more.
His lips, his tongue—the heat of his mouth—moved slowly lower down my body until the top of his head and the arc of his shoulders hovered over my hips. I was so aroused—so filled with anticipation—my body trembled uncontrollably.
For a brief moment, I felt paralyzed, terrified of the overwhelming wave of need and emotions I had for this one man.Always, it was thisoneman. He left a trail of fire on my skin, and I felt unsure if my heart could handle all the ways he was holding me and touching me, looking at me, cherishing me.
“Will you stay here? With me? And not just tonight?” His words pressed into my body as he hooked his fists around the elastic of my panties and slipped his tongue through my warmth. I gasped loudly, whimpering his name.
“Yes,” I sighed. There was no other word, no other choice, my heart was pounding too hard in my chest, and my insides were melting. “Yes, yes, yes.” My words shook with the spiraling ache that was building almost immediately from his tongue.
The inferno strengthened and intensified through my body, and I really didn’t think I could take much more. I whimpered his name, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him up. I needed more of him, before I burst into nothingness under his mouth.
I ached for him in that slow, throbbing, agonizing way. I wanted him deep inside me—his weight heavy on top of me. I wanted to watch his face and for him to watch mine.
He swept me off the chair without warning. I felt weightless and free and then my back was pressed into the bed, and his body was over mine. He was somehow naked. I didn’t even realize when he’d undone his pants. All I knew was his hot skin hovering atop mine, and the thick length of him pulsing against my inner thighs.
Dean’s eyes looked into mine, his elbows leaning down, his fingertips tracing the edge of my face gently as if savoring its texture or shape. Shivers tingled through my body as I slowly, so very slowly, spread my legs apart and wrapped them around his waist, arching my body into his.
He moved his hands then, putting his palms down on either side of my face, his lips floating mere inches above mine. The smooth hard tip of him rocked against me, causing my vision to blur with need. Then, his lips touched mine, soft and feathery. Barely a kiss, as he slipped deep inside me. Our kiss deepened, as we gasped, and he cursed, our movements quickening and soaring.
He moved inside me in long deep thrusts. His hands were on every inch of my skin—his lips, his tongue devouring me. His hands slid down my body, cupping my bottom, spreading me wider. His pace became urgent, sweat beaded over our skin.
My orgasm seemed to start somewhere deep within my heart, spreading fiery, all-consuming heat through my body. I shuddered and whimpered as it rolled in waves over me. Bursts of electricity coursed through my veins as I cried out his name. Dean bucked wildly over me, groaning, spilling himself deep inside of me.
As we lie, sweating and panting, I found his hand in the darkness under the covers. His fingers entwined with mine, knowing I needed them, and I realized how achingly beautiful the moment was. It was one perfect moment in time to set off the beginning of whatever future we made for ourselves, as long as we had each other.
