We give her space to think for a second, and she stands to her feet, her foot tapping the ground.
I take the opportunity to scan down her body, over every curve of her hips and every inch of her flushed skin.
Her shoulders soften, and she twirls, meeting our eyes with a sultry smile on her lips. Hesitantly, she steps toward me.
I throw my leg back over the bench and face her as she strides forward. She straddles my legs and slides onto my lap, throwing her arms around my neck.
Holy heaven.
“Can I kiss you?” she whispers, her warm breath hitting my lips.
Arousal floods my system, somehow more intensely than before.
She’s going to be my ruin.
“Baby, you can do whatever you want with me.” I can barely get the words out before our kiss takes over, more feral and desperate.
I can tell she was holding back, but that timidness is fading with each second she spends in my arms.
My hands grip her waist as I slip my tongue into her mouth, rocking my hips up against her, eliciting the most delicious moans.
She kisses me harder, like a new side of her is unfurling, blossoming in the safety of our little gazebo.
The shy, innocent-looking princess is coming out of her shell.
Snaking one of my hands up her back, I slide my fingers into her hair and tug slightly. She gasps, her head tipping back and her kiss breaking from mine. I lift my hips into hers, a breathy gasp leaving her that makes my dick twitch.
More. More. More. I need more with her, and I’m not sure if anything will ever be enough.
Dean stands up and moves behind her, cupping her face with his hands, as I taste her neck, only leaning back to watch her look up at him with a smile.
Bending at the waist, he kisses her upside down, cradling her head in his hands. His tongue swipes against hers, and her back arches.
Their kisses deepen, and as they rock against one another, she grinds against me.
My cock throbs in my pants as I groan, “Jesus Christ, you aretoo good.”
I want to undress her right here. Feel her fully against me. I want to cup her breasts, suck on them, flick them with my tongue, and make her cry out for me, for us. But I don’t want to push her or move faster than she’s ready for.
Dean’s mask starts to shift up his face, moving completely off his eyes as they lose themselves in one another. He angles himself, moving to her side to right their kiss.
Her hands find his hair, and my hands explore her body. Up her waist, her hips, around her neck, and in her blonde-and-blue waves. I can’t get enough. Neither of us can. I want to brand her with our names, claim her as ours in front of everyone else in the world.
“Oh my God.” Her voice is breathy and uneven.
He kisses her through her declaration, and she matches his passion once more before they drift apart.
Reaching up, I tilt her head back to me, pulling her mouth to mine with her eyes still closed.
“You are driving us crazy, Princess.” I barely recognize my desperate, ragged voice.
She giggles, but not the innocent, sweet kind. The dirty-girl kind, where she knows exactly what she’s doing to us.
Her breathing is uncontrollable, and she sits up to catch her breath, staring straight down into my eyes, hers shifting between each of mine.
“Your eyes are so pretty,” I tell her, and her already-reddened cheeks somehow darken. “Clearly, you aren’t told that enough.”
“Never from someone who looks like you guys.” She bites down on her lip and smiles.
