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“You ask me to.”
It’s that simple. I can ask him to let me go, and he will. But we both know what it would really mean. He’d let me go all the way to the front door.
“Give in, Cat.” His forehead drops and his fingers wrap harder over my wrists. “I’m taking a risk, too.”
“Is that so? What exactly are you risking?” I ask him.
“My sanity.”
He doesn’t like domination. With him, that’s all I’ve wanted. It has nothing to do with being stronger than a man, but everything to do with fear of being weaker.
I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s that I’ve been dreaming about him for weeks, or that I’m so aroused I can’t think straight.
Whatever the reason, I nod. His hands release my wrists, dropping gently.
Reaching around me, he takes the bath poof and covers it in body wash. Suds spread over my skin when he washes me, taking his time as he explores. He reaches around my belly, drawing circles as he goes. I’m hardly breathing, trembling like a freaking virgin.
When his hands come up to my breasts, I nearly jump. My heart is pounding fiercely, almost in my throat. The slipperiness of the soap mixed with the calluses on his palms create the perfect graze, an electrical current that vibrates all the way to my clitoris.
I drop my head back to his shoulder, closing my eyes so that no other sense can interfere with the feeling. His cock pulses on my lower back making me smile. When his right-hand travels down, over my navel, to the heat between my legs, I reach back and take his dick in my hand.
“This pussy needs you inside,” I say in a voice I barely recognize as my own.
A long finger delves into the folds and my breathing nearly stops.
“You’re driving me insane, Cat. I’ve never wanted anything more than this.”
“Then why deny us for so long?” I ask. It’s not a tease, more of a reproach.
With the head of his penis pressed against my entrance, he answers, “Foreplay.”
The sexual haze that muddles my brain whenever I’m with Dean is overwhelming me, and thinking, much less speaking is becoming near impossible, but somehow I’m able to utter, “That was a lot of foreplay.”
“I plan on having you for a long time.”
I’m not given time to dwell on what he’s said. With one thrust he’s inside, filling me to such a degree that I think it will be me that goes insane. Every pump of his hips drives him deeper into me. I begin to claw at his legs, desperate for more.
Groaning, his hands grasp my hips, pinching the skin there almost painfully. The sounds of his panting increase, as does the pinching of his fingers, and the tempo of his thrusts. I can feel his dick thicken inside of me as his climax nears. Words that even to my ears were clear at some point, are now nothing but moans and growls. Knowing he’s reached that point of no return, where he’s more beast than man, makes me purr.
He’s as lost as I am in this mating ritual, but even then, he has enough of a mind to ensure my pleasure first. His hands come around once again. One caresses my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, while the other parts the lips between my legs, exposing my clitoris and circling only the very tip.
I can’t remember my own name, yet when I cum, his is the one I cry. Waves of pleasure pound me until I think my heart may stop. And I don’t even care. Dying like this is certainly okay with me, only I’d want to do it again and again.
Dean is doing something behind me. Maybe he’s cumming, too. Who knows. I feel drugged, lazy and happy. Very happy.
Grinning, I turn to him. He looks equally pleased.
“We should probably wash off,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, we can really play.”
“Taken the edge off? Is that all it was?” I ask, worried my heart might truly stop if we went at it again. He starts to wash me, and only then do I realize that he’d pulled out and cum on my lower back. A lot. “After all that you can do it again?”
He looks down at his cock and smiles. “We’re just getting warmed up.”
My eyes widen, along with a smile, as I see he’s not lying. I’d forgotten how much stamina men in their twenties have. I turn away from him so he can’t see how pleased I am. Finally, I’ve met someone who’ll be able to keep up. Seems that there are some benefits to sex with a younger man.
Where the hell am I? The window is on the wrong side of the room. I sit up immediately, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. There’s beachy décor, a warm breeze flowing through the open window, and a very sexy man sprawled out beside me.
My eyes eat him up, from the top of that tawny hair, down his long frame, stopping momentarily to appreciate his…
