I moaned against his lips when his hands started moving over my body. The thin towel I had wrapped around me barely closed over my hip, and with a gentle tug, it pulled away completely.
Dean didn’t give me time to react or second guess. He didn’t give me time to be self-conscious of him seeing me naked. I couldn’t think of anything except his lips on mine, and the heat and hardness of his body pressed against me so intimately.
I shivered against him as the cold air hit my still damp skin. My arms looped around his waist, my hands splayed against the muscles of his back. God, he was hard everywhere. His body heated my blood as our lips and tongues dueled in a mating ritual as old as time itself.
“Dean.” I gasped when he pulled his lips away from mine and trailed kisses down my neck to my chest. His hands cupped my breasts as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. My knees almost gave out at the extreme pleasure each pull of his mouth gave.
“Christ.” He pulled back and cupped my cheek. “I want to take my time with you, but I don’t know how much time we have before someone gets home.”
I pulled him closer, scared he would stop. “You don’t have to go slow. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He chuckled softly and kissed my cheek. “Going slow isn’t just for you, Nora.”
“It isn’t?”
“Hell no. Going slow means I get to savor every inch of your body, and I get to learn your taste—inside and out.”
The last part, he whispered against my lips before claiming my mouth in another heated kiss and pulling me against his body. I twined my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe, trying to get closer and get more of him.
Dean lifted and carried me back over to the walk-in shower. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned as his thick cock slid against the sensitive lips of my sex. He turned on the shower and the cascade of warm water flowed over us as we were locked in our heated embrace.
My back hit the tile wall, caught between the unforgiving stone and his rock-hard body. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. My hips rolled against his as our kiss raged with desire. I clung to him as he adjusted my weight in his grip, and I felt his hand move between us.
His fingers slipped inside me, and I pulled away from his kiss, gasping out as my pussy clenched around his thick digits.
“Fuck, Nora. You’re perfect.” His voice was raspy as he made shallow thrusts with his fingers. “I can’t wait anymore. If you have any doubts, tell me now.”
I shook my head vehemently and tightened my legs around his hips, causing his fingers to go a bit deeper. “No. No doubts. I want this. I want you.”
It didn’t escape me about how desperate I sounded, but Iwasdesperate. I had been desperate for him for so damn long. Being in his arms was everything I ever wanted and so much more.
Dean captured my lips again. When he removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, I moaned against his lips.
He pushed deep inside me. I broke the kiss and gasped out as pleasure and pain streaked through my entire being. I felt like I was being torn in two, but it felt so fucking good at the same time.
Dean stilled inside me, his cheek hollowed as he clenched hard on his teeth and slammed his eyes shut. We were both out of breath, and my pussy quivered around his thick shaft.
“Fucking perfect, Nora. I always knew you would be. From the first fucking minute I saw you.”
I cupped his face with my hands and leaned down, my lips just above his. “I knew it then, too. I cried every time you didn’t come home. When I knew Drew was on the phone with you or video chats, I would go near just to hear your voice or to catch a glimpse of you.” I kissed him softly, my lips clinging to his before I whispered to him. “Make love to me, Dean.”
He captured my lips again. This time, his kiss wasn’t as violent. He was gentle with his mouth as he slowly moved inside me. I shivered as he slowly pulled out then pushed himself back inside me. The push and pull of his cock was incredible. After a few slow strokes, my body adjusted to his and he moved faster within me.
Dean broke our kiss as his strokes became harder and deeper. His eyes met mine, and I gripped him tighter with my fingernails scoring into his back. “So good,” I whispered.
“Fucking perfect, Nora. You’re fucking perfect.”
I shuddered in his arms when he hit this place deep inside me. Dean’s response was to hit that spot repeatedly. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted to wiggle away and get closer at the same time. It was intense. Something masturbating never even came close to replicating.
My body kept winding tighter, like a coil under pressure about to blow. “I’m so close.”
Dean adjusted his grip on me and moved a hand between us. His fingers stroked my clit as he continued to thrust. I was panting and moaning, trying to catch my breath, but there was no use. My back bowed off the wall, and I cried out as my orgasm swept me up in a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Dean!” His name was a prayer and a curse as my body convulsed and aftershocks rippled through me.
“You’re mine, Nora,” he ground out as he pounded into me a few more times, then with a deep guttural groan of complete male satisfaction, he exploded inside me. His orgasm set off another one of my own.
My pussy clenched down on his cock in ripples and waves of intense pleasure. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I knew I would slide to the floor, limp. The exhaustion I felt was delicious, and there was a soreness between my thighs from muscles being used that I never knew existed.
