“Do you have any?”
“Check under the bathroom sink. Down the hall to your left. If I had them, that’s where they’d be.” I wrack my brain to think if I have condoms in the house. It’s not like I’ve had sex in five years. Dean disappears down the hall for a moment, and he’s gone a second too long, and it makes me think I didn’t have any. But he returns triumphant, holding a single condom. “Fuck yes.”
“Not even expired,” He laughs.
“I probably bought them when I downloaded Tinder that one time.”
“When did you download Tinder?” Dean grins. “Did you get any matches?”
“Like two years ago. I got a hundred thousand matches.”
“I’m sure you did.”
He bends down to kiss me, and fondles my breast. Dean dips his fingers over the fabric, flicking and pinching my nipples. His hard-on rubs against my thigh as we kiss as a unit, contingent on one another’s moves.
“Put it on.” He murmurs, handing me the latex. I tenderly roll it on, squeezing him as I go. He lets out such soft groans each time I touch him, I can’t help but keep squeezing and pulling him. “Careful, Madeline, what you’re doing is dangerous.”
“Okay, okay,” I release him. “Come here.”
He leans over me, his tip poised at my entrance.
“I love you.” Dean lets the words flow through him loosely, his voice vibrating in this throat.
“I love you.” I return the words as he pushes into me. I pull his hips closer to mine with my hands as he grips my back, sliding us closer to the edge of the table.
The way he handles my body makes me feel uncultivated, like a wild animal who is only just learning how to be around humans. Dean pumps his hips, pushing in and out of me, and it doesn’t feel just like straight up fucking—although we are on my dining room table, not exactly the most sensual of spots—this time, it feels like making love, because I know he loves me.
I adore the way his body moves, the way his skin folds and bends as he leans over me. He’s so tall it hurts. My body begs me for more of him, but this is all of him. I pant as he’s hitting some spot inside me that leaves me breathless.
My faith in Dean is strong, and he proves to me every time he knows what I need. He draws each breath from my lips with each thrust, and it doesn’t take long for me to come a second time. My sharp howls echo in the kitchen.
“You are so fucking beautiful right now,” Dean pants.
“Shut up,” I reply, wickedly out of breath. He thrusts once more before coming himself. His groans are tameless, fiercely heavy.
“Oh, god,” He exhales. “Sweetheart.” I receive a smattering of sloppy kisses, some landing on my eyes, eyebrows and forehead.
“I told you, you were good.” I smile as he pulls out, taking a step back. I sit up as he leans on the kitchen counter for support. “Incredible, even.”
“You’re incredible.” He pulls me into another kiss before dropping the condom in the kitchen trash.
“Will you stay here tonight?” I ask.
“I’ll stay as long as you want,” He whispers, running his palms through my sweaty hair.
“Will you sleep next to me?” I pull back to look at his face, it’s bright red.
“I’ll sleep next to you every night if that’s what you want.”
I give him a grin. “It’s what I want.”
“Me too.” He smiles.
“Do you want the house tour?” I ask.
“I’d love nothing more.” He zips up his pants, and hands me my shirt, and it reminds me how eager I am to do laundry.
“Well, this is the kitchen, obviously.” I say, stretching my arms.
