“Yes,” I say it so quickly, like my life depends on it. “You can take them off. You can even get them wrinkly. I don’t care.”
He laughs like the way sunshine feels in the summer, and I squeeze my eyes shut because I can’t bear to look at him for fear I might combust. The cool air and kisses landing on my inner thighs tell me that I may explode anyway. He smoothly finishes taking off my most complicated pants and tosses them into a crumpled heap on the rest of our clothes pile.
Dean bends down over me, his hand fondling and caressing me over my underwear. I groan as his fingertips pass over my softest parts. I had sworn to myself up and down that new relationships and hookups and one night stands were never worth the risk, for fear that they might realize how truly unhinged I am and abandon me, but in this moment, I’ve made the ultimate exception, and it has proven me wrong.
“Fuck, Madeline. I want to touch you so badly.”
“Touch me,” I encourage him. “Take them off, too,” I whisper, tugging at my own underwear. Dean takes them off for me, and I don’t see where they land. He reaches up, grabbing my hands, taking my watch off and tossing it on the bed. I groan with a wave of pleasure when he finally sinks his mouth between my legs.
“Your groans are killing me,” Dean whispers to my thigh as I grasp at the bed quilt. He returns back to my center, and his tongue moves in perfect circles. I elevate my hips for him to get a better angle, and he licks me so well, I feel like I might start astral-projecting above the bed. My thighs quivering, I’m practically pulling up all the bed sheets as Dean unravels me through tender licks and kisses.
“You’rekilling me,” I pant. A moan escapes my lips as his tongue hits mejust right.The buildup is absolutely vicious. Every swipe of his mouth takes me just a smidge higher and further up that hill, until I’m crashing, barreling down. Waves of gratification tear through me like ocean waves in a storm.
“Fuck, Dean, what was that?” I ask, not entirely sure I’m on the right planet.
“I love seeing you come for me.” Dean comes up for air, mouth damp, and crashes back down to me, thunder and lightning bolts, kissing me fiercely. He climbs off of me and I whimper.
“Where are you going?” He doesn’t answer, but I see he’s digging around the closet, fussing with his coat. He grins, turning around. He holds out a small box I almost don’t recognize, but it’s very obviously condoms. “Only three?” I laugh.
“Let’s get through this one first, sweetheart,” He groans, tearing the box open. Tossing it on the floor, climbing back onto the bed, he hands me the foil pack. “Put it on.”
I rip it open, carefully, so as not to tear the latex, and gently roll it over him as he watches. I give him a few pumps, recalling the way his fingers felt inside of me and I am bristling to know what it feels like to have his cock inside me.
Dean lowers himself onto his elbows, his hands cradling my head, our noses bumping. With a kiss, he pushes himself intome. I gasp sharply at the way he fills me up. He pauses for a moment to check with me.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, shifting in me slightly. “I bought lube if you need it.”
“Good—” I say, and the second I do, he grinds against me. “I’m good. Keep going.”
“Just tell me if it’s too much,” He whispers.
I nod against his neck, wrapping my arms around him, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling on the strands. He shifts his hips, pulling out of me, and pushing back in with intensity.
“Oh, fuck,” He cries out.
He builds a steady rhythm and after a minute, I can’t catch my breath either. He lifts my leg to get a better angle, and I groan as he pushes in smoothly. Before I know it, we’re both calling out for each other.
“I want you to come, Dean,” I pant.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“Fuck,” I focus on the to and fro of his movements, and I fall into a gratifying listlessness as he moves. It’s almost too much, feeling him inside me. It doesn’t strike me until just now how badly I’ve wanted him specifically, not just another person. It had to be him.
And oh, fuck, it is him.
I’m coming for a second time tonight, and my tipping point of groans and trembles sends him into a frenzy. His shuddering release shakes me and the bed frame. In one, remaining primordial growl, he’s finished himself, both of us heaving. Our foreheads smack together lightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to startle me.
“Well, shit,” Dean says when I jump.
I can’t help but burst out with a laugh.
“I’m—” He starts.
“Did you plan this?” I interrupt him.
“Did I plan this?” He repeats. “Of course not.”
“But you had condoms!”
