I wanted this side of him. Not treating me like I was too young or delicate. I wanted him rough and feral. Losing control.
He shimmied his body down the mattress. A couple morerips had my panties gone. “Spread your legs,” he commanded, voice barely recognizable.
Don’t get shy, I told myself. But it had been a long time for me, and no guy had ever done this. And it wasDean.
I opened my legs. His eyelids went heavy as he looked his fill, but only for a couple of seconds. Then his stubble was tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs again, his big hands sneaking beneath to shove my legs open wider, holding them in place.
His head lowered. His warm tongue slicked over my core, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. So raw and intimate.
Dean’s tongue flicked back and forth over my clit until I was crying out. “More. Oh, please.”
When his tongue pushed deep inside my pussy over and over, I turned into a rambling mess. His eyes rose to give me a heated, intense look.
I was glad for the haircut because otherwise his hair would’ve been hanging into his face. I loved being able to see exactly what he was doing and how he was enjoying it.
Had I ever been this loud in bed? He was making me feel shameless.
It hadn’t even been that long and I was already barreling toward the most intense orgasm of my life. I could feel it building. Ready to shatter me apart.
I almost sobbed when his mouth slid away to kiss my inner thigh instead.
“But—I want—Please, Dean.”
“Shh. Not yet, sweetness. Not yet.”
He started licking my clit slowly again. Going all the way back to the beginning, like he could do this all night. Dean worked me up again until my thighs were quaking and sweat prickled all over my skin. I couldn’t take it. The pleasure was too good.
My hand found the top of his head to keep him right there. My hips rocked against his tongue, and his fingers rhythmically squeezed my ass as he feasted on me.
I moaned as an orgasm crested over me. He sucked my clit between his lips and my whole body shuddered with the climax. It went on and on. One cry after another filled the room with sound and that was coming fromme. His tongue didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last gasp of my orgasm, and my thighs tried to close.
Dean sat up, wiping his mouth. I waswrecked.
“Not bad for a first time, huh?” he asked.
I smiled languidly.
He dropped one more kiss to my knee, then got up. Shoved his sweats down and off, followed by his dark blue boxer briefs. I’d seen him naked before, but it wasverydifferent with him being hard. His erect cock was thicker and longer and looked desperate to be touched.
“After tasting you, hearing you scream, I’m already about to go off.” He fisted his shaft and started to stroke as he sat beside me.
I propped on my elbow and reached for him. I had to know how he’d feel in my hand. It was better than I’d imagined. Hot and so firm, but at the same time, his skin was velvety soft. I loved it.
“Keira—fuck, I’m going to?—”
Quickly lowering my head, I wrapped my lips around the salty tip of his cock and sucked while he took over stroking his shaft. Dean shouted. His cock pulsed into my mouth. My eyes fluttered closed as all the different sensations overwhelmed me, and I tasted his release on my tongue.
I’d made Dean come. He’d done the same for me. And it had beenperfect. More than perfect.
I couldn’t wait to do it all again and do everything we hadn’t tried yet. Just a few tastes, and I was so needy for him.
He pulled me up into his arms. All the tension and stress had vanished from his expression. “Come here so I can kiss you,” he said.
“Are you sure? I taste like you.”
“I taste like you too. C’mere.”
