I should’ve known nothing is ever simple with Dean because he lifts me into his arms and drops me on the bed with an oomph.
He’s on me in seconds, climbing onto the bed slowly until he’s hovering above me, every movement deliberate… like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
His hands trail down the outside of my things to my feet before he slips my shoes off, tossing them over his shoulder without looking. Then his hands gently part my thighs to settle between them.
He leans in for a kiss, his hands roaming over me like a man worshipping at the altar. He takes his time trailing kisses down my neck and chest, moving lower until his lips find the pulsing heartbeat begging for his touch.
Heat floods my cheeks, but the sight of his broad shoulders flexing as he wraps his arms around me keeps my eyes locked on him.
The first swipe of his tongue sends a sharp current through my body. If this is what he can do with his tongue, I can’t even imagine what his cock would do to me.
“We’ll start slow.” Dean murmurs. “I need to prep you for your mate’s cock.”
Then he dives in like a man on a mission, his tongue tracing patterns on my clit while he slowly enters two fingers in me. Before I can feel the pressure, he curls his fingers, and I gasp.
A pressure builds low in my stomach, and I squeeze my eyes shut. When he pulls my clit between his teeth, I jolt, nearly arching off the bed.
The sounds that leave me, you’d think I was possessed. I would’ve floated away if it weren’t for Dean holding me in place.
“Dean, I’m…”
“I know, baby.” His voice is rough as his fingers hit something that scrambles my brain. “Come on my face, Hazel. Drown me in your taste.”
The wave that crashes over me is so intense that I have to pull away from Dean before I lose my mind.
When my eyes finally open, Dean’s Divine curls around us, dancing over my skin desperately, brushing over every inch of my skin it can find.
Dean lifts his head, lips glistening with my release, and I can’t stop myself. I pull him into a kiss. He hums against my lips, coating my tongue with my come.
He pulls back, a smile spreading across his face that promises more.
“Ready for the best part, baby?”
I nod, shamelessly might I add, because the anticipation alone might kill me if his cock doesn’t.I’m not a virgin, but it’s been years since I was intimate with someone.
He pushes off the bed, kicking his pants off quickly, ready to jump back in, but I come face-to-face with the monster he’s packing, and now I’m worried.
“Dean, that’s…”
I have no words to describe the long, girthy length staring right at me.
For the first time, my confidence wavers.
Dean’s smirk widens like he knows exactly what’s running through my head.
“Oh, I know. Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
I don’t even have it in me to wipe that smirk off his face. He deserves to feel smug.
He settles between my legs again, pressing a kiss to my neck as his cock brushes against me, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sudden warmth.
His knuckles glide down my cheek before he tilts my chin up. “Is this okay, or do you want to be on top?”
I swallow, but the panic from last time doesn’t threaten to drag me under.I know he’d flip us in a second if I asked, but I like his weight on me. So I pull him into a kiss. “Stay here.”
Dean’s hand moves between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing tight circles before he adjusts himself, slowly easing himself inside me.
He doesn’t rush, waits for my body to follow his lead.
