“You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Good.” His voice is a soft growl as he strokes my sensitive nub. His finger slides inside me and curls inward. “You’re nice and tight, Bo. As if it’s your first time.”
I can’t speak. I can only moan as his fingers get to work, drawing me onward. I grab his arms and bury my face in his shoulder to stifle the sounds I’m making, animalistic whimpers that don’t sound like myself.
“Dean,” I squeak out his name as his palm presses against my clit, and then I’m over the edge, coming on his hand as I bite his shoulder to stop from crying out.
Dean shifts in the bed and tugs my pajamas off. “Next time you come, it’s going to be with my cock inside you.”
My fingers tug at his briefs, and I slide them down his muscular thighs. His cock pops out and I press against him, making him groan as I roll it over my belly. It comes away sticky, and I shimmy up the bed so our naked bodies align.
Without having to ask, Dean grabs a condom from the nightstand and slides it on. I appreciate this show of care, keeping me protected in one more way.
Dean’s muscles ripple in the moonlight, and I run my hand over the hardness of his chest, remembering the first night I saw him and the way his muscles moved as he lowered himself to do push-ups.
“I want you on top of me.” I’ve learned in life you have to ask for what you want, and I want to be under him, clinging to his rippling muscles as he thrusts into me.
He chuckles at my request. “Anything you want, Bo.”
Dean grabs the base of his cock in his hand and nudges my thighs apart. My eyes widen at the size of him. It’s huge, like the rest of him. His cock is long and beautiful, and he directs it to my opening.
“You ready for this?” He pushes the tip in, and we both gasp.
“So ready.”
I run my fingers over his biceps and grab hold of one in each hand as Dean thrusts into me. My back arches, and I stifle a scream. It’s tight, like the first time all over again, but so much better. I grab his arms so tight the skin starts to go white around my fingers. Then he moves again, and my pussy relaxes, and all the good feelings whoosh in at once. I’m so full I can barelymove, but somehow, miraculously, my hips rise to meet his and my legs wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper.
“You feel so fucking good.” Dean’s voice is strained, and I love that I do that to him.
“I’m all yours, Dean. Make it feel good.”
And he does. He fucks me hard and slow and kisses every part of me he can reach. I cling to his muscles, and when I peak, he gives a final thrust, then explodes with me.
Afterward, he rolls me over to the side and somehow manages to keep his dick inside me. Then I’m on top of him and wiggling, and he grows hard inside of me.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice is husky.
This time I stay on top and ride him, my hands pressing into the hard muscles of his chest. It’s slower, but no less intense, and it’s not until I’ve come another three times that I fall, exhausted, onto the pillow. Dean wraps his arms around me, a simple show of care and protection that brings tears to my eyes. I didn’t know what I was missing for all those years. I fall into an easy, deep sleep, the sleep of a woman who has nothing to fear.
I wake before dawn and creep back to my bed, so that when Kieren wakes in the morning, he has no idea what I’ve been up to in the night.
10
LAUREN
Two weeks later…
Dean’s gentle snores tickle the back of my neck every time he breathes out. His arm is draped around me, and his body is warm as he pulls me toward him, snuggling into me even in sleep. The bedside clock says five-thirty a.m., and if I don’t leave now, I run the risk of dropping back to sleep in Dean’s warm arms.
The pull to stay is strong, but as always, my son comes first. I don’t want Kieren to know what we’ve been up to every night after he goes to bed. Not yet.
Reluctantly, I wiggle out of Dean’s embrace. His arm tightens around me, and he pulls me into his body.
“Don’t go.”
I turn to face him, and he blinks at me in the dark, his features soft and sleepy. How easy it would be to snuggle into him and stay in bed. But I can’t have Kieren find out about us this way.
