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"You're right, and I'm just being dramatic. Thanks, Mom, love you." I jump up from my bed and rush out of my room, not bothering to wait for her response. I need to get away from her before the truth about Dean and me is revealed.
Downstairs, I find him and my dad in the living room yelling at the TV over some game. I don’t pay attention to the sport, because once Dean catches sight of me, he says a goodbye to my father.
I hug my dad and tell him I’ll be home by curfew. Then with matching smiles, Dean drives us to the lighthouse.
* * *
Since the dayDean showed me the lighthouse, it has become our special place, and we spend every moment we can here. This is the one place we can be completely uncensored.
No hiding our feelings for each other, no hiding our kissing or hand holding, no hiding our dreams and aspirations.
We can just be… us.
We get to be unapologetically us, and I love and cherish every second of our time spent in the lighthouse.
I’m the first to unlock the door and run inside, but Dean is hot on my heels. The moment the front door closes, he lifts me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and in the next second, his soft lips are on mine, breathing life back into me.
His kiss is heaven and hell wrapped into one. It's both magic and sin.
It ignites a spark within me that I’ve never felt before. I can feel his kiss all the way from my lips down to my toes… and everywhere in between.
Especiallymy core.
The feeling is new to me. The need I feel for him between my thighs grows with each kiss. I can feel the heat, and I wonder if he can too.
Dean’s intensity began a few months ago. He kissed me with more tongue than usual, and it turned into heavy petting over our clothes. Now, our making out usually results in heavy petting and getting close to the line we know we can’t cross, but that doesn’t stop us from getting awfully close.
Dean carries me upstairs to the bedroom and sits down on the bed with me on top of him so I’m straddling him. My fingers tangle in his hair while I kiss him, hoping he can feel my love for him.
I’m so worked up that I don’t notice myself grinding on him at first. Not until I feel the pleasure between us. With a low moan against his lips, I continue moving my hips against his. The friction against my jeans feels so good on my sensitive clit. The more we’ve been petting, the more online research I've been doing about sex, and the more porn I've been watching in preparation for the day I give my virginity to Dean. I want to be completely prepared and know what to do.
At this point, it's likely we won't make it to our wedding night, but I don't care. He makes me feel too good to wait, and how can something that feels so good be wrong?
His hands are on my hips, and he’s rocking me against the hard erection that's tented his pants while our lips fuse together, moving in perfect sync.
He's so hard beneath me, and I wonder if it hurts to be as hard as he is. This is usually when Dean stop us, but tonight I hope he doesn’t.
I let my curious hand slip underneath his T-shirt. His skin is warm, and I trace the lines and grooves over his washboard abs.
As my hand lowers, I feel his breathing quicken. Confidently and curiously, I palm his crotch, and my mind slips to places it shouldn’t.
I wonder what his dick would look like and if it would be as big as of the guys I’ve seen in porn videos.
I’m curious, and part of me wants to say screw it and cross the line that we’re already dancing on.
Dean groans against my lips, and it’s the most incredible sound. I made him do that. I want to hear what other sounds I can milk from him. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls at the root, and now it's his turn to elicit a delicate moan from me.
“We need to stop right now before we do something you’re not ready for,” he rasps, his voice husky and deeper than usual.
Something I’m not ready for? Does that mean he’s ready?
Is Dean ready for sex?
I’m almost embarrassed to ask, but I have to know. “A-are you ready for that?”
“I’m ready for you whenever you’re ready for me. I will never pressure you, so please don’t feel that way. We do this on your time.” I gulp and pull back from him with a nod. My lips sting from his kiss, and I already know they’ll be swollen and bruised.
“Not tonight. But soon.” I promise with a kiss.
