stairs. “You can’t carry me up there!”
At the foot of the stairs, he pushed her into the wall and kissed her so thoroughly that by the time he came up for air, she’d practically forgotten what continent she was on.
He pulled away and they both struggled to catch their breath. “I would climb up a fucking mountain to be with you right now, understand?”
She didn’t know whether it was the intensity of the kiss or the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she couldn’t manage to form words. All she could do was nod as he picked her back up and carried her up the stairs as though it was nothing.
Once they reached the second story, it was a short walk to Dean’s bed, where he softly laid her down, but he didn’t join her. She reached for him as he backed away and made quick work of his shirt, jeans, and boxers.
She backed up on the mattress and pulled her own silk shirt off. Dean climbed onto the bed, slowly moving over her, and trailed kisses along her bare stomach and in the valley between her breasts, right above her bra.
She frowned down at him. She thought after what happened downstairs that he’d be inside her by now. Abruptly, he straddled her, caching her wrists in his hands and stretching her arms over her head.
“Stop thinking. You’re mine for the night, right?”
She took in a deep breath and nodded.
“That’s what I thought,” he said with a crooked grin as he leaned in for another kiss. He effortlessly transitioned both her wrists into one of his hands and ran his free palm down her arm, side, and back up again. The touch sent shivers through her, and she arched into him, silently asking for more.
He ran his hand back up and slid it between her back and the bed to unclasp her bra. Instead of releasing her to remove it, he pushed the cups up and out of the way as he bent to an exposed nipple.
As his teeth and tongue alternately teased and soothed, she writhed underneath him. And he gave her more and more pleasure. “Please, Dean. I need you inside me,” she moaned.
He switched to her other breast, the abandoned nipple cold and wanting while the other peak was spoiled with his tongue. Just as she thought he was completely ignoring her request for more, he released her and pushed off her, pulling her skirt and panties off in one smooth motion. He dropped her garments on the floor, but instead of pushing himself right between her thighs like she expected, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them both over, him on his back while Victoria straddled him.
“Ride me, Victoria,” he ordered in a breathless, husky voice.
She rested her hands on his chest and looked down at him. A small smile curved her mouth. She positioned herself over him as he guided the thick head of his cock to her entrance. She slowly let herself slide onto his hard length and reveled in the shocks of pleasure that seemed to reverberate through her at the friction.
Dean’s fingers bit into her hips and she could tell he held back. Tried to give her the ability to set the pace. To control it.
And that’s exactly what she did. She started out slow, but quickly the overwhelming urge to move took her over and she rode him in exactly the way her body demanded. Before long, Dean’s own control seemed to break and he thrust frantically up to meet her halfway, clenching his teeth as a guttural moan escaped him.
And the second his muscles tensed beneath her, Victoria’s own orgasm swept through her. The quakes rippled through her whole body as she threw her head back to revel in the almost unbearable pleasure taking over.
As her climax faded, the only sound in the room was their rapid breathing. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Dean’s self-satisfied grin look up at her.
“What?” The corner of her mouth hooked up as well.
“I think I burned the chicken.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dean opened the back door to let Rigby into the house. The red dog gleefully ran inside and lapped up water from his
At the foot of the stairs, he pushed her into the wall and kissed her so thoroughly that by the time he came up for air, she’d practically forgotten what continent she was on.
He pulled away and they both struggled to catch their breath. “I would climb up a fucking mountain to be with you right now, understand?”
She didn’t know whether it was the intensity of the kiss or the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she couldn’t manage to form words. All she could do was nod as he picked her back up and carried her up the stairs as though it was nothing.
Once they reached the second story, it was a short walk to Dean’s bed, where he softly laid her down, but he didn’t join her. She reached for him as he backed away and made quick work of his shirt, jeans, and boxers.
She backed up on the mattress and pulled her own silk shirt off. Dean climbed onto the bed, slowly moving over her, and trailed kisses along her bare stomach and in the valley between her breasts, right above her bra.
She frowned down at him. She thought after what happened downstairs that he’d be inside her by now. Abruptly, he straddled her, caching her wrists in his hands and stretching her arms over her head.
“Stop thinking. You’re mine for the night, right?”
She took in a deep breath and nodded.
“That’s what I thought,” he said with a crooked grin as he leaned in for another kiss. He effortlessly transitioned both her wrists into one of his hands and ran his free palm down her arm, side, and back up again. The touch sent shivers through her, and she arched into him, silently asking for more.
He ran his hand back up and slid it between her back and the bed to unclasp her bra. Instead of releasing her to remove it, he pushed the cups up and out of the way as he bent to an exposed nipple.
As his teeth and tongue alternately teased and soothed, she writhed underneath him. And he gave her more and more pleasure. “Please, Dean. I need you inside me,” she moaned.
He switched to her other breast, the abandoned nipple cold and wanting while the other peak was spoiled with his tongue. Just as she thought he was completely ignoring her request for more, he released her and pushed off her, pulling her skirt and panties off in one smooth motion. He dropped her garments on the floor, but instead of pushing himself right between her thighs like she expected, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them both over, him on his back while Victoria straddled him.
“Ride me, Victoria,” he ordered in a breathless, husky voice.
She rested her hands on his chest and looked down at him. A small smile curved her mouth. She positioned herself over him as he guided the thick head of his cock to her entrance. She slowly let herself slide onto his hard length and reveled in the shocks of pleasure that seemed to reverberate through her at the friction.
Dean’s fingers bit into her hips and she could tell he held back. Tried to give her the ability to set the pace. To control it.
And that’s exactly what she did. She started out slow, but quickly the overwhelming urge to move took her over and she rode him in exactly the way her body demanded. Before long, Dean’s own control seemed to break and he thrust frantically up to meet her halfway, clenching his teeth as a guttural moan escaped him.
And the second his muscles tensed beneath her, Victoria’s own orgasm swept through her. The quakes rippled through her whole body as she threw her head back to revel in the almost unbearable pleasure taking over.
As her climax faded, the only sound in the room was their rapid breathing. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Dean’s self-satisfied grin look up at her.
“What?” The corner of her mouth hooked up as well.
“I think I burned the chicken.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dean opened the back door to let Rigby into the house. The red dog gleefully ran inside and lapped up water from his
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