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I can feel it.
When I’m unable to hold off the pending orgasm any longer, I give in to the rush of sensations. The way his chest hairs tickle my nipples. The way he holds me down as if staking an ownership in my pleasure. The way his pelvic bone grinds against my clit, creating the most epic flood of desire.
My orgasm washes over me, sending me flying and soaring above the clouds. Dean is right there with me. He tenses above me, thrusting with more force than ever before, as my internal muscles grip him with everything they have. A loud groan slips from his lips, and it’s immediately followed up with my name.
As he starts to still above me, his lips find mine once more. Our labored breath is mixed as we pant and kiss, shutters and aftershocks racing jointly through our bodies. He keeps touching me, as if he can’t get enough. Eventually, he starts to peter out, no pun intended, and lies on top of me. The heaviness of his weight doesn’t feel restricting, as I would have usually thought, but instead feels comforting and grounding.
“Wow,” he says, nuzzling his nose against my ear.
“Yeah,” I pant, loving the feel of his body against mine. “Let’s do it again.”
Dean laughs in my ear, making me smile widely. “I’m not the spring chicken I used to be, sweetheart. Give me a few more minutes to collect my thoughts and I’ll be ready to go again.”
He carefully rolls off me, leaving a trail of warmth and wetness behind. That’s definitely something you don’t think about when you’re used to using condoms. Without a word, he jumps up and goes to the bathroom. I take a moment to ogle his muscular backside as he walks into the room and flips on the light. He doesn’t cover up or hide, just grabs a washcloth and wets it with warm water. After taking care of himself, he rinses it well and comes back into the bedroom. Again, he doesn’t say a word as he washes off my thighs and between my legs.
“Why are you smiling?” he asks as he tosses the cloth into his hamper and climbs back into bed.
“I’ve never had someone do that before.”
“What? Take care of you?” He turns on his side and scoots against my back, spooning me against his body.
“Well, yeah.”
“Get used to it, sweetheart. I know you don’t want someone to step in and take control, and I have absolutely no intention of doing that. I just want to help share the burden. My job is to help shoulder some of the weight when things get too heavy for you to carry, okay?”
“Okay.” What else can I say?
He gets me.
I find myself dozing off to sleep, feeling better and lighter than I ever have in my life. Even though our family is dealing with a great loss, I find myself happy. Dean has done that. He has offered me something I never thought I’d have.
Hope.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with sleep.
“I love you,” I reply as he places a kiss on my shoulder.
Together, we fall asleep.
