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And loved it.
Once again, he sat up, but this time, he kept his fingers inside me while he gripped my measly A cup as if it were a DD and bit into my flesh like it was a juicy apple. I arched into him, and he granted me another sharp bite before laving his tongue over my nipple. I breathed harder through my nose, curling my legs up, and goose bumps dotted my skin as the pressure almost boiled over.
Only to lose it when he removed his fingers from me.
My eyes stung with unshed tears, the up-and-down too much, and I groaned in frustration. He ghosted his lips up my throat to my mouth and kissed the corner of it before removing my underwear. As soon as it was gone, I sneered at him. “You bastard.”
He laughed into a kiss, and I bit his lip in retribution. He hissed in pain, though he didn’t back away, only pinched my nipple hard enough that I shrieked, and he took my mouth, leaving no question as to who was really in charge. I had moments, but he was the one who’d brought me to the edge. He’d be the one to push me over.
“Please,” I whispered as he placed openmouthed kisses down my throat. “Please, Dean. I need to come.”
He lifted his head, eyes searching mine, seeking reassurance. So I gave it to him. “I needyouto make me come.Please.”
That was it. He lowered himself enough to take one of my nipples in his mouth, while he pushed his fingers back inside me, immediately finding the spot to push me over the edge. Fire licked up my spine, and I let go with a shout. As he promised, it was his name on my lips.
I’d barely opened my eyes before he was moving over me, untying my hands and massaging feeling back into them. After a minute, when we were both quiet, reveling in what had just happened, he urged me up to my knees and planted himself in front of me, holding a condom between us.
“I want you to put it on,” he said, and maybe it was because I was a little emotional from the physical roller coaster he’d had me on, but my heart burst open at the sincere reflection in his eyes. After what had happened with the last man I’d been with, this little offering of thoughtfulness tore me in two. I shouldn’t have been so grateful for it, but I supposed my bar for men was awfully low.
“Hey,” he murmured, tenderly wrapping his hand around my jaw, “don’t cry.”
I hadn’t realized I was, but he swiped the tear away then kissed the damp skin of my cheek.
I took the condom from him. “I’m sorry.”
He nudged at the tip of my nose with his own. “Don’t be sorry either.”
I nodded and ripped open the foil, carefully pinching the tip to roll it down his hard length.
“On your hands and knees,” he said, but there was no bite in his voice. Only aching gentleness.
Once in position, he slid his hand up my spine to my hair, but he didn’t clasp it in his normal rough hold. Instead, he combed his fingers through it and draped himself over me to kiss the spot below my ear. The same place he’d left a mark this morning. “This is for asking so nicely.”
He took his time pushing into me, and I worried about taking all of him, but I was so slick and pliant, he easily worked himself in. “You’re so perfect,” he told me. “Hot and wet and so, so perfect.” He kissed my shoulder then straightened himself up, holding on to my waist as he rolled his hips, allowing me time to adjust to him. “You ready for me?”
I peered over my shoulder at him and licked my lips. That earned me a smile and a smack on my ass. Then he squeezed my hip, pulled out, and thrust back in, propelling all the air from my lungs. I had to widen my hands and knees to take his forceful movements. “Look at you. Jesus fuck, Taylor. Just look at you.”
My toes curled as Dean hit a place so deep in me, my back bowed involuntarily. I tried to find my voice, tell him I felt so full I might erupt, tell him nothing had ever felt as good as him inside me, yet I couldn’t do anything but whimper. It was too much, the penetrating pain and the rushing pleasure, and I closed my eyes, each breath its own staggering hill to climb as he drove into me over and over and over again.
“I’m… I’m gonna come,” I finally got out between shudders.
“I know. I know.” He draped himself over me again, one hand next to mine on the bed, the other holding my breast, not pinching or pulling, simply clutching me to him. “I’m coming with you.”
And this time, I knew he meant it in the immediate sense, but I longed for it to be in a wider sense. That he would always come with me. Always take care of me. Always be with me.
After we found our ecstasy together, he rolled us over and deliberately didn’t try to hide himself as he removed the condom and threw it in the trash before walking down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the sink run, and a moment later, he was back. I scooted by him with my clothes to use the toilet and put my sweatshirt and leggings back on, sans underwear.
As I stepped into the hall, I noticed Dean standing in his doorway, his underwear on, hand propped on the doorframe. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To bed.”
“Yeah. So get in here.”
I stilled, confused. “You want me to sleep in your bed?”
“Yeah. We did it last night. One of my best night’s sleep in recent memory.”
“That’s because you drank so much.”
