I laughed again, then stopped when Dean’s hand slid along my hip. He wore an expression of wonder, as if he still couldn’t quite believe I was here.
That look undid me faster than anything else.
“Pozri na mna,” I whispered without thinking.
Dean stilled. “What does that mean?”
“Look at me.”
His gaze lifted immediately, and neither of us was laughing anymore.
He brushed his thumb across my cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
The sincerity in his voice nearly shattered me.
I wiped my fingers over my eyes, the tears stinging a little.
“Hey.” His voice was so gentle. “Hey, what happened?”
I shook my head once, unable to explain it properly.
“Dean… Prosím… Potrebujem ta.”
He stroked my face. “Tell me.”
“I…I need you.” My cock leaked over my belly.
He nodded and without a word, he unrolled the condom over his hard dick. More lube, on him, on me, andfinallyhe eased inside me, his gaze locked not on where our bodies were joined, but on my face.
I reached for him, arms wide. “Pod sem. Pod ku mne.”
Dean covered me with his body, and I wrapped my arms around him, his cock filling me, stretching me. He kissed me, and I breathed in the smell of him, losing myself in the feel of warm, fuzzy skinagainst mine. Dean cradled my head in his hands, our foreheads touching as he began to rock, taking his time.
“Tak dobre,” I moaned. When he pulled back a little, I cupped his cheek and met his gaze. “So,sogood.”
He took my mouth in a heated kiss, moving a little faster, pausing now and then to look at me, to mouthyou okay?
All I could do was nod.
Dean’s face, neck and chest were flushed dark red, and through it all he kept his eyes on me. Periodically, he would slow, and I cupped his nape, breathless and wanting.
“Nechcem, aby si prestal,” I begged.
The third time it happened, he laughed.
“It’s okay, I get the message. Don’t stop, right?”
I laughed, a feeling of unadulterated joy flooding through me.
I loved that kissing me distracted him. I laughed when he appeared mortified to discover he was still wearing one sock. We both laughed when we rocked the bed so much the bottle of lube went flying—again.
And then there were the pauses, those moments when we held each other, as if we were both overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of it all.
After a life of precision and discipline, I was with someone I could laugh with, mess up with, and not have a clue what I was doing. I felt emotionally exposed. I loved that we lost track at times because we were too busy staring at each other.
And when I came—him only moments later—it was so imperfect, so clumsy, so overwhelmingly emotional that I started laughing halfway through.
Dean stared at me and before he could ask me again, I cradled his head.
