pulling me against him. I can feel his arousal against my stomach and it turns me on even more if that’s possible. “As you can see, or feel,” he thrust his hips toward me, “it sure is about time.”
I stand on tip toe s to plant a quick peck on his sweet lips. Then I step away and kick off my sandals, and he tosses his flips flops to the side. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. His eyes say it all. He wants me. And he wants me now. Without taking my eyes off him, I gather the hem of my top and pull it over my head. He releases a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I close the distance between us so I can rid him of his clothing. It’s my turn to sigh as his shirt, inch by slow seductive inch, rises up his abs, his chest, and over his head. The last time he was shirtless, at the resort, I didn’t spend enough time surveying his gorgeous body. “And you’re sexy as sin. Just looking at you makes me feel like I should go to confession.”
Dean chuckles as he works at the button on my shorts. Slowly, he slides them over my hips and lets them fall to the floor. I glance up at him with an arched brow and a smirk. He gathers me in a tight embrace, bends down and captures my lips with his. “When I’m with you,” he whispers against my cheek, “I’m in constant awe. You’re beautiful on the inside and out and I can’t believe you’ve chosen me.”
My hands find their way into the waist of his pants, and at first, I run my palms over his firm ass, but then I make quick work of unfastening his fly. I run my fingertips around to his sides and relieve him of his shorts and boxer briefs all at once. He inhales a swift breath and holds it as I take his impressive length into my hand. Dean buries his face into my neck as I slide my hand up and down his silky shaft with firm slow strokes.
Dean walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit my bed. I trace kisses across his chest, down his belly until I reach his erection. Dean’s grip tightens in my hair as I lick the length of his shaft from the base to the tip. I take him deep into my mouth until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I suck hard and slow as I back away from him. I just needed one quick taste of this delicious man. For now.
I fall back on to the bed and start to scoot toward the headboard. Dean follows, crawling his way until he’s stretched out on top of me, holding up his weight on his hands and knees. I reach down to touch him again and he sits back on his calves. “No.” He shakes his head. “You’re killing me. You can touch me all you want later, but right now I need to feel you.”
He bends over me, kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and fin ally my lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, with only the slight touch of his lips brushing against mine. Little by little, he works his mouth down the side of my neck to my chest, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin toward the cup of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps the front closure freeing my breasts for him to see. Instinctively, my hands move to cover myself. His gaze shifts upward until he’s staring directly at me. He gives me a trusting smile, raising his brows, moving up my body until our faces are inches apart. “Do you want to stop, sweetheart?” I shake my head. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I’d be happy with holding you and kissing you all night. We don’t need to do more than that.”
I have no idea why I slowed things down. It’s not like I don’t trust Dean. He’s twice the man compared to any other guy I’ve ever been with. He sees me for more than just my tits and ass. He sees me, the real me. And he likes me. Loves me even. So what am I worried about? I should be enjoying this moment rather than getting inside my own head and analyzing it.
“Thank you, Dean. I know you wouldn’t be angry if I changed my mind but maybe I just needed to hear it. I trust you.
I stand on tip toe s to plant a quick peck on his sweet lips. Then I step away and kick off my sandals, and he tosses his flips flops to the side. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. His eyes say it all. He wants me. And he wants me now. Without taking my eyes off him, I gather the hem of my top and pull it over my head. He releases a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I close the distance between us so I can rid him of his clothing. It’s my turn to sigh as his shirt, inch by slow seductive inch, rises up his abs, his chest, and over his head. The last time he was shirtless, at the resort, I didn’t spend enough time surveying his gorgeous body. “And you’re sexy as sin. Just looking at you makes me feel like I should go to confession.”
Dean chuckles as he works at the button on my shorts. Slowly, he slides them over my hips and lets them fall to the floor. I glance up at him with an arched brow and a smirk. He gathers me in a tight embrace, bends down and captures my lips with his. “When I’m with you,” he whispers against my cheek, “I’m in constant awe. You’re beautiful on the inside and out and I can’t believe you’ve chosen me.”
My hands find their way into the waist of his pants, and at first, I run my palms over his firm ass, but then I make quick work of unfastening his fly. I run my fingertips around to his sides and relieve him of his shorts and boxer briefs all at once. He inhales a swift breath and holds it as I take his impressive length into my hand. Dean buries his face into my neck as I slide my hand up and down his silky shaft with firm slow strokes.
Dean walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit my bed. I trace kisses across his chest, down his belly until I reach his erection. Dean’s grip tightens in my hair as I lick the length of his shaft from the base to the tip. I take him deep into my mouth until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I suck hard and slow as I back away from him. I just needed one quick taste of this delicious man. For now.
I fall back on to the bed and start to scoot toward the headboard. Dean follows, crawling his way until he’s stretched out on top of me, holding up his weight on his hands and knees. I reach down to touch him again and he sits back on his calves. “No.” He shakes his head. “You’re killing me. You can touch me all you want later, but right now I need to feel you.”
He bends over me, kisses my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and fin ally my lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, with only the slight touch of his lips brushing against mine. Little by little, he works his mouth down the side of my neck to my chest, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin toward the cup of my bra. With a flick of his fingers, he unclasps the front closure freeing my breasts for him to see. Instinctively, my hands move to cover myself. His gaze shifts upward until he’s staring directly at me. He gives me a trusting smile, raising his brows, moving up my body until our faces are inches apart. “Do you want to stop, sweetheart?” I shake my head. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. I’d be happy with holding you and kissing you all night. We don’t need to do more than that.”
I have no idea why I slowed things down. It’s not like I don’t trust Dean. He’s twice the man compared to any other guy I’ve ever been with. He sees me for more than just my tits and ass. He sees me, the real me. And he likes me. Loves me even. So what am I worried about? I should be enjoying this moment rather than getting inside my own head and analyzing it.
“Thank you, Dean. I know you wouldn’t be angry if I changed my mind but maybe I just needed to hear it. I trust you.
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