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“Promise me you’ll talk to me. We have to communicate through everything. I need to know what feels good and what doesn’t.”
“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, and his smile is exactly the reassurance I needed to know that isn’t an issue for him.
“It’s a fucking honour that I get to be your first. Thank you. We only do what you want to do, and we only go as far as you want to go. You’re in charge, beautiful. But I also need you to trust me. Trust that I want whatever you can offer. As much or as little as you want to give.”
“Stop talking,” I whisper, and Dean frowns in concern. I lift my arms up toward him. “Stop talking and take me to your bedroomnow.”
CHAPTER8
Dean
Iset Riley down on my bed, then quickly pull my shirt off over my head. Her eyes drop to my chest and flare wide. Her hands go to the hem of her shirt but I drop down in front of her and stop the motion.
“Can I?”
She nods. I slowly peel up her shirt, revealing creamy skin underneath, then her small breasts covered in dark grey lace. Her hair falls free of her shirt, cascading down over her shoulders as my hands trail down the bare skin of her arms to plant on either side of her on the bed.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Riley.”
Her head tips back slightly and I cover her mouth with mine in a long, slow kiss. I’m determined to take my time tonight. To enjoy every moment and feel every sensation.
Wrapping one arm around her body, I lift her slightly and slide us both up toward the head of the bed before gently laying her down. I let my finger drift down her neck, dusting lightly over her collarbone until I’m stroking her breast. Her small gasps and the way her upper body twists and shifts underneath my touch is giving me a roadmap to what she likes. When I dip my head and take her lace-covered breast in my mouth, she moans out my name, her hands coming to my head to hold me there.
“More,” she pants as my tongue slides underneath the cup of her bra, zeroing in on her nipple. My hand finds its way to her other breast, and I start lightly squeezing, kneading, teasing until her head starts to fall side to the side.
“Oh my God, Dean.”
“What do you want to try, baby?” I rumble against her skin. Her bra has a front clasp, which makes my life a lot easier. I flick it open before moving my mouth over to the other side, giving that breast just as much attention as the first.
“I…I don’t know,” she says, and there’s a thread of disappointment that I refuse to let slide. Lifting my head, I kiss her lips softly.
“Then will you trust me to try some things? I want to see what makes you fly, babe.”
“Yes. I trust you Dean. Please.”
Reaching over to my bedside drawer, I pull out the small black toy and bottle of lubricant I ordered online a week ago. Call it overly optimistic, but I like to think I’m prepared. And all the research I did said women with injuries like Riley’s need extra lube and extra stimulation. And I’m man enough to be perfectly okay with seeing toys in the bedroom as partners, not enemies.
As soon as I turn the device on, Riley’s eyes grow wide as saucers.
“Have you ever used one before?” I ask in a low voice as I lightly drag it over the skin of her soft stomach. Her nod is barely there, but I see it. “And where do you like it the best?”
“My nipples,” she whispers.
I start to draw small circles around the mounds of her breast, slowly drawing closer and closer to the dusky brown tips. My eyes are trained on Riley’s face, watching the waves of pleasure play across her expression. The flush of pink on her chest darkens as I move the vibrator over to the other side.
“Your mouth,” Riley moans. “Use your mouth, too.”
Fuck, it’s hot hearing her ask for what she wants. I waste no time in meeting her request, covering her sensitized skin with the heat of my mouth. I suck her nipple in, releasing it with a pop while somehow maintaining control of the toy on the other nipple.
I switch sides, moving the vibrator to the shallow valley between her breasts as I suck her nipple, swirling my tongue around and around, mimicking the motion I was just doing with the toy. She starts to cry out, her chest lifting to meet my mouth.
I’m only dimly aware of my own situation — the ache in my cock as it strains against my pants — until, that is, Riley reaches her hand down to brush against me.
“Babe,” I breathe against her skin, my forehead dropping down as I fight for control.
“Can you take these off?”
When I look up, I see nothing but fire burning in her eyes. Not a hint of hesitation or nerves. I climb off the bed and make quick work of removing my pants and socks until I’m standing in just my underwear. Riley’s legs are still covered in those crazy-soft leggings she wears, but she’s bare from the waist up, and I swear my bed has never looked better than it does with her in it.
