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He crawls over me on the bed and I’m grabbing him with greedy hands. His skin is hot to the touch and feels as good as I thought it would. We kiss wildly and I get lost in the sensation. When he lowers his body on me, the proof of his arousal presses against me. He’s so hard there’s no denying he wants this just as bad as I do. His hands roam all over my body and I find as much of his skin to touch as I can find.
He pushes an arm beneath my back and unhooks my bra, as I try to wiggle my arms out of the straps. When he lowers his face to my breasts, he pulls my bra away with his teeth. I gently scrape my nails over his back in reaction and he softly groans. He takes my pebbled nipple in his mouth and sucks on it while his hand keeps stroking my inner thigh. His fingers brush the edge of my panties and it leaves me wanting more, making me impatient. I want him to touch me beneath my panties, but he can’t seem to be rushed. He licks around the hard tip of my nipple before he softly bites it. They harden even more, leaving them almost painful and I arch my back to push my tits up.
“You like that?” he asks when he lets my nipple go.
I fall silent. Are we talking during foreplay? I’ve never talked during foreplay. I know I’m good with words. My editor agrees with me. I’m smart, quippy and funny. I can sarcasm with the best of them. But I’ve never talked in the bedroom. Before or after? Sure. But during? Not so much. I don’t have the proper jargon stored away for this. Meanwhile Dean keeps stroking me between my legs as I focus on the part where he wants me to talk instead of experiencing our being together.
“Your body is responding to my touch, my voice. I can see it happening in front of my eyes,” he continues while he kisses up to my neck. “It drives me insane. I want to rip your panties straight off of you, and feel how wet you are for me. I want to slowly lick every inch of you until you beg me to fuck you. But I like the torture of waiting too. And I’m going to wait to do anything to you until you tell me what to do.”
Nobody has ever talked this dirty to me and it does more to me than I ever had imagined it would. The words make me want to talk along with him.
“I’ve never told anyone what to do before,” I confess, “so just... go easy on me? Help me?” He growls in response and that in itself does more to me than I had imagined it would. He’s kissing my neck, my jaw, my collarbone.
“Tell me if you want me to go on or to stop.”
“Go on,” I say with my eyes closed, “I want more.”
He grabs my chin in his hand and pulls my face so I’m facing him and I open my eyes.
“Don’t close your eyes. Watch what you’re doing to me. Tell me what you want. Let me know how I can give you what you need. That’s all I want. I want to make you feel good.”
I nod, still a little ashamed because this is so unfamiliar, but I don’t close my eyes again.
“Kiss me,” I say, feeling very brave for coming up with the command all by myself while he doesn’t have to ask.
“Where?”
Good lord, this man was going to be the death of me. Any kiss would be fine. Any touch he’s willing to give me will get me off at the moment. But he doesn’t seem to know any shame, so why would I?
“Start at my nipples, then kiss your way down.” I don’t recognize the voice that is coming out of my mouth. Maybe my new sexy persona comes with an all-new voice as well.
His cheek grazes over my tit as he starts to kiss his way from the left to the right. He only shortly kisses my nipple on each side before he starts kissing his way down. The stubble on his cheek tickles and scrapes my skin in a glorious way. It makes it all the more sensitive and makes me wonder what will happen when he kisses more sensitive parts of my body.
Going down slowly, he reaches my pubic bone and hovers above it.
“Keep talking to me baby, tell me what you want. Do you want me to stop?”
“Whatever you do, don’t you dare stop,” I say with a fierce intensity.
“So tell me.”
I realize I’m really not going to get my way without vocalizing what I want. I get that I’m a long way from dirty talking, but I’ve been saying more in the bedroom than I ever have before. And it isn’t so bad. It’s actually kind of useful to not have to hope Dean will read my mind and do what I want him to do by accident.
“Kiss me,” I say again.
“Where?”
“Down there,” I say, getting a little braver.
He kisses me right above the line of my panties, which is kind of ticklish but not unpleasant. He repeats that a few times, leaving me in want.
“Now what?”
Even though he told me to keep looking at him, I close my eyes for what I’m about to say.“I want you to go down on me.”
He hums and kisses the inside of my leg. When he breathes on my wet panties, I almost push my pussy in his face from the sensation. He chuckles when he notices the movement.
“How am I going to go down on you with your panties still on.”
