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We share a deep connection that I have never felt for anyone other than Dean. He understands me in ways that I never thought were possible. Dean makes me feel like his world starts and ends with me as if no other women are even in existence.
Dean hops off the bed to kick off his jeans and slides his boxers over his hips. I gasp at the sight of him, long and hard, and so ready for me. His body is a masterpiece as if someone had sculpted him by hand and taken their time in creating every single part of him.
With only a dim light from the nightstand illuminating the space, the setting is perfect. Dean climbs back into bed and positions himself between my legs. The thin lace of my panties rips when he pulls on them.
“Be careful,” I warn him. “I need those for later.”
He shakes his head with a devious look on his handsome face. “No, you don’t. I plan to keep you like this for the rest of the night.”
Caught in the heat of the moment, I say, “Then, go ahead.”
Dean takes that as an order, and the fabric falls to the side, now completely useless to me. I lift my hips enough for him to peel the lace away from my body. He breathes against my neck and pushes my legs open wider with his big hand before he shoves two fingers inside me.
“I did this to you, Kitten. Remember that when you come for me.” He emphasizes me, as in he wants me to stop and think about what we are doing. My best friend makes me wet. He’s also the only man I have ever been with sexually.
By the time Dean dips his head between my legs, working his magic on my body with his tongue, my brain stops working. I moan into the pillow that smells of his citrus shampoo, slipping my hand through his hair, as my body trembles with an orgasm that tears me to pieces.
He peeks up at me from between my legs a
nd licks my juices from his lips and fingers. Then, he sits up and takes my hand, helping me stroke his shaft. He covers my tiny hand with his and stares down at me with hunger in his eyes.
“This is what you do to me, Kitten.”
Chapter 11
Senior Year
Dean
Kat moans, as I help her stroke my cock. I wanted to take my time and devour every inch of her flawless body, so I did. I still can’t believe Kat wants to take our friendship to this level. My only concern is that things will get weird between us, but it’s hard to think between the alcohol clouding my judgment and her hands on my sensitive skin.
Does this mean the same to her as it does to me? That’s the question I need her to answer. I tell Kat I love her all the time—because I do. But she has no idea that I am in love with her. I haven’t been with another girl in years, all because of Kat. I’d kept holding out hope that she would finally see that the man of her dreams is right in front of her.
If she were another girl, I would have bent Kat over the chair in the corner of my room and fucked her senseless. Instead, I kissed her as I lowered her onto the mattress, with our mouths still melded together.
She sits up, just enough to stick out her tongue and glide it along the tip of my cock. I suck in a deep breath and close my eyes, letting my hand fall to my side so she can take over.
Gripping Kat’s hair, I stare down at her as she takes all of me in her mouth. I never thought this day would come. She wants more, or at least I think that’s what she was hinting. So close to finding my release, I take her head in my hand and sit back, because I would rather come inside her.
Without exchanging a word, she understands what I want, releasing her hold on me, and sinks back onto the mattress. Positioned above her, I rub my cock along her folds, and a soft purr escapes her mouth. The warmth that pools between her legs sends me over the edge.
With, my elbows on each side of her head, I lean forward to kiss her neck before making my way to her lips. Her hips arch as she kisses me, her hand gliding down my back. I take my time, careful not to fill her right away. A groan of pleasure, maybe pain, forces her eyes closed, and I tense, unsure if I should stop.
“Don’t stop, Dean.” She wraps her legs around my back. “Stop thinking you will break me.”
While that might be true, Kat has always had the power to break me. I get lost inside her, waiting for her body to relax, before hers works in a rhythmic motion along with mine. I lift Kat’s leg over my shoulder to slide deeper inside, and she cries out, my name a whisper on her lips.
As I pick up the pace, she sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each groan. Her eyes finally open and find mine, a look of pure ecstasy in them. I pound into her harder, faster. Her body convulses, the grip she has on me tightening. She screams so loud that I have to focus on not coming before her.
She lets out one last sigh, watching me, as I lose control. I collapse on top of her and kiss her lips before rolling onto the mattress next to her. It takes a few minutes for me to get my bearings before I can move.
Did we just ruin our friendship for good? Every time we have sex I wonder the same thing. We have to commit to one or the other. So much uncertainty clouds my brain. But the one thing I am certain about is my love for Kat.
She curls up into the nook between my arm and shoulder, resting her head on my chest. “Why don’t we do this more often?” Her breathing is shallow, her voice low. “That was…” Kat’s words die off in her throat.
I plant a kiss on her forehead, unsure of how to respond. My feelings for Kat always resurface after sex. I need time to process all of them. I also know that we have to stop this charade. She needs to know that I am in love with her.
Kat traces the outline of my jaw with her thumb, staring up at me. “I love you, Dean.”
