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His hands grasp the bottom of my sweatshirt and in one swift pull it is over my head. I raise my hands to let him pull it all the way off.
This motion breaks our kiss and Dean stands back to look at me. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my sweatshirt. My breasts are exposed to his gaze. I take care of my body, but I have also carried, given birth to, and nursed a child. These are not the breasts Dean would remember from our youth.
I bring my arm across my chest self-consciously, but he reaches forward to pull it back down to my side.
His eyes are full of adoration and heat. It’s a heady combination. He reaches up to rub the ring that sits on the chain around my neck. He stares at it as he turns it over in his hands.
Then he looks up at me. “You still have this. You’re wearing it?” He sounds shocked.
“Yes, for good luck.”
“Fuck me. I don’t deserve you.”
I start to interrupt him, but he cuts me off. “I know I don’t, but I'm going to work every single day I draw breath to be worthy.”
I duck my head and my arm comes back up to my breasts. He pulls it back down.
“Don’t ever, ever hide from me, Red. Your body is beautiful. It’s even more beautiful than I remember. I want to see it all. I want to taste it all. I want to fuck it all.”
He reaches behind him and uses one hand to grip the collar of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He exposes his body—all muscle, sinew, and strong bones—to me. My eyes drink him in. He’s more beautiful than I remember.
I reach out to touch his beautifully sculpted chest. My hands run all over his golden skin, my hands following the ridges and hollows, the swell of muscle. My fingertips skim his nipples and he hisses out a breath.
He removes his jeans and his boxers and then he's standing in front of me completely bare.
I drop to my knees in front of him, drawn to him like a moth to the flame. His cock is so beautiful, erect and proud. I lean forward and lick the pre-cum that is already on the tip of his cock.
In a voice that suddenly is all gravel he says, “Milly . . . fuck.”
My hand circles the base of his cock, and I take him as far into my mouth as I can. The taste of him is unbelievable, the feel of him, hot, smooth skin over rigid steel is intoxicating and my own arousal takes flight.
I feel his hands grasp my shoulders, and I grip his ass. I'm not very practiced at this, it’s not something I did more than a handful of times while I was married, and I certainly never enjoyed it. But the pleasure I'm getting from this is like I'm the one experiencing it.
One of my hands leaves his body and goes between my legs. I feel Dean’s cock grow harder, and I increase the already tight seal my mouth makes. My tongue traces a path up and down the center of his cock, and I can feel the surge of cum. I know he's close.
He starts to pull me back and says with a warning in his voice, “I'm going to come, Milly”
I only hold on tighter and move my head faster. The hand that is between my legs also speeds up, and I feel myself getting close to orgasm. I want to taste him, swallow him, and have a piece of him inside my body. He comes with hard, fast thrusts of his hips and a long cry that sounds like a sob.
I swallow everything he gives me and lean back on my knees as I start to come, too. My lips are sore from taking his wide girth into my mouth, but nothing has ever felt so good.
He looks back down at me, dazed and happy. He hooks his hands under my arms and hauls me to my feet.
“My turn,” he says with a wicked grin.
He bends his head to take one of my already hard nipples into his mouth and the sensation leaves me scrambling for purchase. A shot of pleasure runs down the core of my body, and I feel my clit throbbing from my recent orgasm. He yanks my sweatpants down and lays me back on my bed.
He hovers over me and his eyes roam my face like he's committing my expressions to memory. My eyes do the same. He has a slightly wild look about him. His eyes have turned a dark green and his pupils are dilated. His hair is sweat dampened and thick locks of it are clinging to his forehead.
He bends down and takes my nipple back into his mouth. And watching him, his lips attached to my breast, while I feel his tongue licking, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
My hands thread in his hair to try and hold him there. But he's on the move, kissing his way down my torso. He gets to the line of my underwear where a swirl of stretch marks from carrying Anthony sit. He licks them, reverently and slowly.
My hand comes back to his head, but this time to caress it. My heart feels so full, joy leaks from my eyes.
His head moves and nuzzles my pussy through my underwear. He opens his entire mouth and sucks me through the lace and silk and then he pushes them aside and takes my already hard and throbbing clit into his mouth and starts a gentle sucking motion.
My mouth falls open in a silent cry and he puts three big, blunt fingers inside of me. He rubs gently, turning his fingers until he hits a spot that makes my hips buck off the bed. And he stays there, stroking, coaxing all while his mouth gives me the sweetest pleasure.
