"And we've got the house to ourselves."
"Hmm, what could we do?" I ask, tapping my finger on my lips.
He pulls my finger away and replaces it with his mouth. I turn, lifting my leg to straddle him. A deep groan escapes him as my hips move, grinding against his crotch. His hands go up the back of my shirt, and in one quick move my bra is free. I lift my shirt up and toss it aside. His eyes go to my breasts and he smiles.
"Absolutely perfect," he mutters.
I was worried he'd think they're too small. Chad did, and he used to tease me about it. I've heard rumors about Dean and the girls he's been with and they all have huge breasts, way bigger than mine.
Dean's hands grip my waist and he lifts me up so my breast is even with his mouth. He flicks his tongue over my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth, making me moan.
"Can we use the bedroom?" I whisper.
He doesn't answer.
"Can we use the couch?" I ask.
He hesitates. "We said we wouldn't do that."
"We never said that, or at least I didn't. Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do, but I'm worried you'll..." He shakes his head. "Shit."
"Dean, I'm not expecting to be your girlfriend after this. I just want to feel something like I did last night. I've never felt anything like that before and I'm really curious what...other things might feel like with you."
"You're curious," he says, his lips turning up. "That's why we're doing this?"
"And because I really like your body." I run my hand over his chest. "I'd like to see more."
He smiles. “Meet you in the bedroom.”
I go in there, excited but also a little nervous. I want to do this. I just didn't think it'd be this soon.
Dean shows up holding a blanket. "Jake would kill me if I didn't at least cover it." He throws the blanket over the bed while I race to get undressed. I don't want him changing his mind.
"Even better than I imagined," he says as he gazes at my body. I'm on the bed, feeling a little self-conscious with him looking at me. His body is perfect and mine's...not perfect. Chad used to point out every little flaw. He'd say it like he was kidding, but he wasn't. He wanted me to know what he thought was wrong with my body so I'd try to fix it.
Dean's standing at the end of the bed, completely naked. His body's like a work of art. From his shoulders to his legs, all I see are muscles. And his cock. It's huge. I'd felt it under his clothes but seeing it bare, it looks even bigger.
"You okay?" Dean asks when I shiver at the feel of his body over mine.
I nod, and he leans down to kiss me. He kisses me again, but keeps his hands in a push-up position so he's not crushing me. He's so much bigger than me, that could actually happen. His lips leave my mouth and trickle down my neck, then down to my breast. He stays there awhile before going lower.
"Are you nervous?" he asks, noticing me shivering.
"No. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I'm just feeling a lot all at once. My body can't handle it."
He gives me a slight smile before getting off the bed and kneeling beside it.
"What are you doing?"
He answers by dragging my legs to the end of the bed, putting one over each of his shoulders and lowering his face between my thighs. The first few flicks of his tongue and I'm almost there, already worked up from what we've done so far. He rolls his tongue up and down, in circles, fast and slow. Just as he's about to add a finger, I'm gone, my orgasm so intense it makes my body tremble.
I hear Dean rip open the condom wrapper, then feel his body again, warm and heavy over mine. My hips jerk when I feel him enter me, the area still so sensitive that the feel of him makes me jumpy. He notices and doesn't go any farther, taking a moment to kiss me. I relax when I feel him again, gently sliding inside. I feel myself stretching to fit him. It's a fullness like I've never felt before. He goes slow, which I appreciate, not just because it gives me time to adjust but because I want to take in how it feels. I want to remember this because I'm not sure he'll let us do this again. If the rumors are true, he isn't with a girl more than once.
He sinks all the way in and I let out a breath.
"Still good?" he asks, and when I open my eyes, I see him smiling at me.
