And hell, this one is messy.I’mmessy. I’m shredded and wasted and pulled apart by the pleasure, but still so unsatisfied.
Still so needy for the only thing that can truly take the razor sting off this edge.
“You. Please.” I reach down, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him up. “I need you. Inside. Now. Please, now. Before I fall apart.”
“You’re sure?” he rasps out, his breath coming nearly as fast as mine.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, pulse spiking and head spinning as he finally pulls back, rising onto his knees in the dark.
He shifts into the moonlight seeping through the window as he moves, giving me a better look at his face as he gazes down at me. The hunger in his eyes is so intense, so perfect that for a moment I can barely breathe. Then, he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs in one fluid motion, baring his cock, and breathing is no longer possible.
I am breathless.
Shooketh to my core by the sexiness of him.
Holy hell, he’s even more beautiful than I remembered. But I only got a brief glimpse of his cock the other day in the hallway, not nearly long enough to soak in the magnificence of all that thick, throbbing need. Thatwantthat’s all for me, because this gorgeous man is every bit as hot for me as I am for him.
The wild wonderfulness of it hits again, making my head spin as he moves back over me, whispering, “Breathe, Clover.”
My breath rushes out with a soft laugh. “Sorry. I just…” I moan, flinching as his erection brushes over my already come-sensitive clit. “I just can’t believe… I can’t…” I trail off, unableto finish the sentence as he urges my legs around his waist and reaches down, gripping the base of his cock.
Oh God, oh wow, here we go.
This is about to happen.
Now. Right now.
“You can’t believe what, beautiful?” he asks as he lightly, torturously rubs the head of his cock around and around my clit, easing me slowly back into another climb.
“I can’t…” I start, only to trail off again as he moves himself down, capturing some of my wetness on his head before moving back to my clit.
I can’t believe you’re still in control,I think.
I can’t believe you’re still worried about making sure I’m ready.
I can’t believe a man is worshipping me in bed like this, like I’ve always wanted to be worshipped. And that the man is you. Dean Kate.
The sexiest man I’ve ever met.
The best man I’ve ever met.
The man I’m falling for so fast, it’s terrifying.
But I can’t say any of that.
I can’t. I’m not ready, not even close.
Finally, I wheeze out, “I can’t believe you’re not inside me yet. Please, Dean, I need you. Please I?—”
I break off, head falling back again with a gasp as he finally shifts his position and starts to breach my entrance, only for the gasp to become a groan as he stops barely an inch inside.
“Look at me, Clover,” he whispers. “Look at me while I fuck you for the first time, baby. I want to remember. I need to remember…”
I open my eyes, gaze locking with his with a force that reverberates through my chest, making my heart ache as his lips curve into a shaky smile.
“There you are,” he says as he slides deeper, filling me and filling me, as I gasp and force myself not to look away.
It’s so intimate, so close, so much more intense than any sex I’ve had before that it’s a little scary. But it’s also…beautiful. He’s so big it’s almost too much, but it’s not. It’s perfect, a soul-deep stretch, a blissful pressure that realigns my entire definition of what it means to be full of a man.
