“Damn, kitten,” he purrs. “So fucking tight. Do you think you can handle another?”
“Yes. More. I need more,” I beg, my voice a whimper. He adds another finger, stretching me out. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I moan.
He starts to pump his fingers in and out of my wet pussy as he returns his hot mouth onto my sex, swirling his tongue around my clit. I want more, need more, and Dean listens to my body as he gives me what I need. My fingers find their way into his hair, and I tug at the strands while pushing him further into my hot cunt and holding him in place. I can feel my orgasm building. Dean must feel it, too, because he curlshis fingers up inside me, hitting that sweet spot, and I fall apart. My back arches, calling out his name, as my orgasm coats his face.
I’m still breathing heavily when he looks up at me, my release still on his chin, but he makes no moves to wipe it away. I sit up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips, and no wonder he seems as blissed out as I am. I taste divine. Tangy and sweet all at the same time.
“Wow, that was…something else,” I say.
Dean just gives me anI told you solook. I resist the urge to roll my eyes at him, but I don’t want to spoil the moment. Instead, I do my best to stand, though my legs feel like Jello-O, and lead him into the back bedroom. Despite being alone, he closes the door behind us, as if shutting out the world. Right now, nothing else matters but the two of us. There’s no championship, no Cup spot, no race. Just the two of us wanting to give into our desires. I grab a condom from the bedside table drawer and Dean quirks a brow.
“What? A girl needs to be prepared.” He just smiles and shakes his head as I wrap my arms around his neck. I love how his body feels pressed up against mine, and he still has all of his clothes on.
With that thought, I tug at the hem of his shirt, indicating I want him to take it off—now. In one swift movement, he yanks it over his head to reveal his toned upper body to me. I caught a glimpse of him last night as he changed his wet shirt, but up close and personal has me drooling over him. His muscles seem to have muscles. I knew he was fit, butdamn. I run my hands along the ripples of his sculpted abs, taking them in. He flexes under my touch, like he’s restraining himself, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. God, I want him to pounce. I want to feel him on top of me again, pushing me down into the mattress and taking me as his.
Even if it’s just this one time.
I unbutton his jeans and slip my hands into the waistband to pull them down along with his boxer briefs. I grab a handful of his perfect ass along the way and allow his erection to spring free.
When I see what he’s working with, I’m not prepared for it. I don’t know what I was expecting, but he’s working with a lot more than what I’ve ever experienced before. I don’t know how long I’m staring for, but I can’t take my eyes away from him. I’m both equally excited and nervous; he very well may split me in half. A low chuckle pulls me from my thoughts of his cock.
“Like what you see, kitten?” he asks with a cocky grin. He’s long and girthy. I didn’t think dicks like this existed outside of romance books, but yet, here I am staring at it, live in the flesh.
I finally regain control of myself to reach down to finally touch him, gripping him at the base and pumping up to the tip, swiping a bit of precum on the way. I stroke up and down with long languid strokes, teasing the tip of his length each time I come back up. He moans as I continue to stroke him. Each time he makes a noise of pleasure, I make sure to remember the motion and repeat it. He’s getting even harder in my hand, so I know I’m bringing him closer to the edge, but I can’t help but want to give him the same pleasure he gave me.
He stops me and I stare up at him. “If you keep doing that,” he says between panted breaths, “I’m not going to last much longer.” I huff out a small laugh, proud of myself for bringing him to that edge with just my hands. Then I stare back down at his length, wondering how this will work logistically.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” he says as if he’s reading my thoughts. Taking the condom I had placed on the bed, he rolls it onto himself. He removes my bralette and panties so now I am bare to him. I almost want to cover myself, but the wayhe’s looking at me with so much heat in his gaze almost sets my skin on fire.
His mouth comes straight for my perked nipples. The warmth of his breath on my flesh prickles my skin, and a shudder runs down my spine. He walks us to the bed, pressing my back into the mattress, our naked bodies pressed against each other, his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.
He hesitates only slightly as concern again washes over his features. I’m not sure if it’s concern over hurting me with my already bruised body from my accident earlier today, or if it’s something else entirely.
“You still want to do this?” he asks.
“Dixon, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to finishBridgertonwithout you,” I warn.
He grins, seemingly thankful for the reassurance. “You’ve seen it already.”
“The newest season just dropped, and I’ll watch it without you,” I taunt.
His eyes narrow. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I would.”
He aggressively and without warning grabs my face with one hand and kisses me, hard, in a dominant way that I didn’t know I would like until this very moment. That’s a new thing I didn’t know about myself.
“You watch without me, I’ll have to punish you.”
As much as being punished by this man sounds just as fun as what we are about to do, I’m not sure how much longer I can wait for him to be inside me. So I say, “Then do it, Dixon.” Using the taunt of his last name sends a flare of excitement through his emerald eyes.
Bringing himself at my entrance, he rubs his cock up and down my slick folds, soaking him. I buck up my hips in frustration, and his lips quirk up at my eagerness for him. Notching himself at my entrance, he slowly pushes inside me,stretching me, filling me until I feel like I can’t take it anymore.
“Damnit, you’re so fucking tight, kitten.”
“Keep going. I need all of you,” I whine. He’s still pushing in, further and further until his hips are resting against my own. He waits and gives me another kiss, swiping a strand of hair that has fallen into my face.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
