My hips rocked back against his tongue. Dean’s thumbs massaged the flesh of my thighs. My heart was racing, heat prickling all over my skin.
“I love the taste of you. Can’t get enough.” He brought his fingers between my legs to keep up that relentless pleasure on my clit. “And I love that it’s only for me. No one else willeverhave you this way.”
“No one.” My mouth opened on a gasp as his tongue flicked over my clit again. “Oh, Dean. Please.”
“I’ve got you.”
He gave me everything I needed. Tongue and lips taking turns with his talented fingers. When I was close, his tongue thrust rhythmically into my pussy. I shouted and writhed. So taken over by pleasure I felt drunk with it.
I was still coming when Dean stood and pushed his cock inside me, setting off another orgasmic wave.
Dean hadn’t been with anyone else foryearsbefore me.Not since before we’d met. And he was all mine now too. No one would feel his passion but me. Feel his love.
Dean’s cock filled me with slow strokes. He wasn’t racing toward any finish line. I relaxed again, eyes half closed with bliss, my fingers holding on to the sheet beneath me. Just savoring this feeling. That smooth, perfect glide of our bodies meeting. As if we were always supposed to love each other this way.
After a while, he pulled out. His hand caressed my back. “Roll over, baby. I want to see your pretty brown eyes.”
When I was on my back, legs spread for him, Dean entered me again. He bared his teeth and grunted. “Nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re so perfect for me.”
I reached up to touch his handsome face and follow the lines of his jaw and cheekbones. This face I’d loved for years without believing those feelings would be returned. The pure wonder of it made happiness glow at the center of my chest.
“I love you,” I breathed.
Dean’s smile was raw and genuine. He’d smiled at me a million times before but never so full of open affection. My heart stuttered and ached like I was falling in love with him all over again. Like I could spend a whole lifetime falling deeper in love with him and never reach a limit.
Dean hooked his arms beneath my knees and bent my legs even wider. He could do anything, have any part of me. I’d felt that way about him two years ago, but now I knew how much it hurt to lose him. I knew the secrets he’d been hiding.
The way I loved Dean now was so strong, it felt like we could conquer anything.
He licked a bead of sweat from his upper lip. His chest rose and fell, his rhythm faltering as he pumped his shaft into me. Then his cock started to pulse, and he fell forward onto one hand, hips still moving.
When he stopped, he licked his lips again, breathing hard. “You’re incredible.”
“You were doing all the work.”
Dean landed heavily on the mattress beside me, making me bounce. “I disagree. Everything you were doing was workinggreatfor me. Think I blacked out for a second.”
I laughed and poked his arm affectionately. He retaliated by draping that arm over me, half crushing me. But I didn’t mind.
“Love you,” he murmured.
“I love you too.” And no, I was not tired yet of hearing or saying that. Not even close.
He closed his eyes, but his soft, uneven sighs told me he was still awake.
“Dean?” I asked.
“Not sleeping. Just resting for the next round.”
My lips quirked. “I know. But I wanted to say something. Ask you something.”
“Yeah?” His eyes opened.
I took a deep breath.
“Don’t go after Ryan Garrett. I don’t want revenge anymore. Harris Medina can do what he wants with him.”
“You’re sure?”
