“Do you like when I fuck you with my hand?” Dean asks me.
“Yes, yes,” I shout, on the verge of falling over a big cliff of sensation, he presses his fingers inside of me that warms me right up. I tense my legs around his torso, my body brimming with pleasure, an orgasm bubbling its way to the surface.
“What if I fucked you with my mouth?” He asks.
“What?”
He pulls his fingers from me, and peels his body away from mine, and in a hot second, my legs are over his shoulders, and his mouth is on me. He’s sucking on my skin and I’m writhing in his arms. Dean holds me still, steadying me by gripping my thighs as he flicks me with his tongue. I can’t keep it in—I mumble, then shout as he licks with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck,” I babble, my orgasm climbing up again. I teeter towards coming as he kisses and licks my sensitive skin and when he sucks on my clit, I have my first orgasm with another man in five years and it is absolutely earth-shattering.
I think I might die for real this time.
The waves of pleasure are so visceral, so innate that I struggle to stay still on the bed. I'm practically flying up and off, but Dean’s arms hold me down. As soon as I come back down, panting and out of breath, Dean swoops in with a wet, heavy kiss before I can say a word.
“You’re something…something else,” I whisper in between pecks. I wrap my arms around his waist, itching to get my hands on him. I feel down his back, up his thighs until I get my hands on his ass and squeeze. “Fuck,” I mutter. His ass is so round and the hard-on pressing into my thigh is killing me. “I need you.” Dean sits up with knees on either side of my hips.
“I need you.” I whisper again, my hands on his hips, my thumbs reaching inwards. I see the full scale of his tattoo, and I trace the loop of a petal. “I need you to fuck me.” I look up at him, his eyes blazing.
“I can’tjustfuck you, Madeline, you understand that, right?” Dean groans.
“But I want you to come,” I pant, I don’t understand.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Please, I need you to come, too,” I beg.
He pulls down his briefs, and I’m left with nothing to say. His dick…well, it matches his fucking attitude. He plays hard and has the goods to match. Dean wraps his fist around his length and pumps. I watch his hand with hungry eyes for a moment before I bring my own hand over his.
“Let me,” I whisper, and he lets go of himself. I grab him in my right hand, copying his motions and mimicking his pressure. I squeeze him firmly, feeling the entirety of his length.
Dean’s head rolls back, his hair falling off his face as he leans on his haunches. “Fuck, Madeline, if you keep that up, I’m—” He lets out a deep groan as I squeeze harder. “I'm going to come.”
I continue just the way he likes it, not slowing down, not accelerating my pace.
“Shit,” He lets out a breathy sigh and shakes, his skin damp with sweat. He’s holding back, but this time because he’s savoring it. I squeeze his thigh with my other hand.
In a few fast strokes, his breath becomes shallow, and he releases. He pulses in my hand, coming over my chest. He swoops down to kiss my swollen lips, bringing my face to him with his own hands. We breathe in unison for a minute, catching our breaths.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you all messy, I know you don’t like?—”
“Dean,” I interrupt. “I’m okay. I don’t mind.”
“Don’t like a mess,” He finishes. “Let me get you a washcloth.” He climbs over me and disappears into the bathroom. I laugh at his post-orgasm floundering, his confidence seemingly dissipated.
“What are you laughing at? It’s not my pale ass, is it?” He grins, turning around.
“It’s not,” I giggle some more, as he approaches me, dabbing at my chest with a warm, wet face towel. “It’s just…I think I’ll just take a shower.”
“Whatever you need to do.” He tosses me a robe from the hook as I stand up from the bed. He puts one on too. “What do you say we get this fireplace going? And I’ll figure out where our food is?” He asks me.
“Please. I need my noodles after this.”
“Noodles coming right up.”
I know these things take time, and I especially am slow, but I think I like where this is going.
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