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“Dean,” I moan.
Once our tongues collide, I know deep down that choosing Dean was the best decision. Lost in the moment, I run my hands over his chest, making my way to the rest of him. We kiss for so long that my head spins when our lips separate. Dean hesitates, his hand cupping the side of my face as he stares into my eyes. He reaches between my legs and rolls the pad of his thumb over my clit before he slides two fingers inside me.
Leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts, Dean takes his time exploring my body. He sucks on my nipple and tugs it with his teeth. As I come undone, I grab hold of his shoulders, my body writhing beneath him.
I watch as Dean brings his fingers to his mouth and licks my juices from his skin. “You taste good, Kitten,” he says with a wicked grin that reaches his denim irises.
He carries me over to the bed, and as he kisses me, I taste myself on his lips.
“You’re so beautiful.” He brushes his thumb along my cheek. “I love you so much.”
On occasion, Dean tells me he loves me. But hearing it tonight, of all nights, stirs so many emotions inside my chest.
“I love you, too, Dean.”
With his hand on my back, he holds me as if I’ll break. I love how careful Dean is with me. He positions himself between my legs, and I mentally prepare myself for his size. He plants soft kisses along my jaw, making his way to my mouth.
“Kitten, I’ll take it slow,” he promises. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I trust you, Dean.”
He rolls on a condom, and then Dean inches himself inside me. I tilt my head to the side, my mind going blank as I shut my eyes, waiting for the hard part to pass. As promised, Dean moves slowly, the tension lessening with each movement. Once he fills me all the way, I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. My body tingles from all of the pleasure points Dean hits at once.
We fall into a rhythm, my body relaxed and more in tune to his. He sucks in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with each groan that escapes his lips. I’ve never seen him so focused before, with his eyes full of hunger and determination. My muscles tighten around him, my entire body coming alive. Dean picks up the pace, and as I come undone, my mind detaches from reality. A wave of heat spreads from my cheeks to my toes, rocking me to the core. I’ve never felt anything so intense.
After I come again, it’s not long before Dean collapses on top of me. He kisses my lips before rolling onto the mattress next to me. Neither of us can speak, still out of breath. I rest my head on his chest, and Dean hooks his arm around me.
He sits up enough to cup my face in his big hand. “How about we take a shower together?”
“Good idea.” I smile. “We can have sex in there too.”
He laughs. “You’re addicted already, huh?”
I nod. “Uh-huh.”
He carries me to the bathroom. The night has only begun, and so far, it’s perfect. Dean wasn’t lying when he said it would be special. We crossed a line tonight. There’s no way we can ever go back to being just friends. We have to make this work.
So many feelings cloud my judgment, making it hard for me to distinguish between them. Our first kiss was only the beginning. Sex was the start of something else, though I have no idea how to navigate the new aspect of our relationship.
Dean sets me down on the bathroom floor. He turns on the shower and checks the water temperature with his hand. Once Dean’s hands slide onto my hips and his tongue into my mouth, I forget about all the questions running through my head. They’re no longer significant enough for me to care. Getting lost in this moment with Dean is all that matters.
The next morning, I roll onto my side and stare at Dean with one eye open. “Morning, handsome.”
He’s already looking at me. “Morning, beautiful,” Dean says against my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a quick kiss.
He’s hard already, every inch of him digging into my thigh. After last night, I thought he’d be sick of me, or at the very least need a break after all of the sex we had. Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his shaft and give him a few strokes that cause him to groan.
“We had sex three times last night,” I say. “And you still want more?”
Dean nods. “I’ll always want more of you.” He whispers the words as he presses his lips to mine.
I slide my hand up and down his length, and he moans as his hand joins mine to help me stroke his cock. We kiss for so long that my lips are swollen, and Dean feels close to finding his release. I know he doesn’t want to come on my hand. So, I peel my lips from his and stop jerking his cock. He’s out of breath, his eyes lidded when I look into his blue irises.
“Take a bath with me,” I say. “I’ve been eyeing it up since we got here last night.”
Dean kisses me on the lips and whispers, “I’m only gonna get you dirty again.”
I flash a wicked grin at him. “I’m counting on it.”
