I nod. “I’m glad you think so.” I make my way over to the bed, one slow step at a time. My heart’s beating too fast, and I’m feeling dizzy, like I’ve been spinning in my office chair for a whole five minutes without stopping.
My boobs do the whole gravity thing and Dean finds that completely mesmerising. His lips have pulled back from his teeth and he quickly jackknifes so he’s sitting facing me coming towards him, pulling me closer to the bed.
Fuck, he’s really gorgeous, all muscle and skin, wide, wide shoulders dwarfing my headboard. The same headboard I intend to cause a dent in my wall with.
“Come over here, Katarina,” he says, making me stop on his side of my bed. “Let me look at you,” he says, voice deep enough to cause rumbles in his chest.
No one has ever stared at me like this before, well, except Dean, that very first time. It was a lot like this, just staring at each other’s bodies, trying to figure out how to touch, when to touch, and just how much without hurting either one of us. But this Dean is older, stronger, and while he doesn’t seem that much more sure of himself, there’s a calm knowledge in knowing what he wants.
I let him look his fill, it excites me, the way his eyes trail over every inch of my skin, stopping at my more obvious parts, licking his lips, groaning, all by looking at me, imagining what it’s going to be like.
This is our ten year reunion and there’s some pressure for it to last more than one night. I don’t know if I can do that, but I might just try.
“Shit, when did that ass happen? I missed out on ten awesome years and I couldn’t worship at its altar?” Dean asks, hands moving to my hips, fingers digging into my skin there. “Every inch of you is making me go mental.”
I run a hand through his hair, feeling the calm before the storm, my body ready to go after round one with Dean’s mouth. He’s probably in a lot of pain.
Too bad I’m going to make it worse.
I tilt my head to the side, smirking.
“How about less talking, now?”
Dean’s eyes get warm, and the green practically sparkles. The heat building up inside me is threatening to boil over, my body one pulsing mass of need.
“You’re right. I should be putting my mouth to good use. Come over here, kitten, and let me make you purr.” I snort, but Dean holds up his hand and starts rubbing his mouth. “That sounded a lot better in my head.”
I climb into bed, straddling Dean’s hips. His groan when I settle all my weight on him just right has me grinning, and his hands move over my back and ass like he doesn’t know whether to tear me apart or make me a part of him.
His teeth graze along my throat, his tongue tasting every inch of skin. More dragging pulls as he starts sucking my skin, making my back arch, my hips bumping into his, making me grind on his covered bottom half.
“Kat, baby, you need to stop doing that.”
I keep moving my hips, over and over, adding a swivel to make him shudder and grind his teeth. His mouth is twisted in pain, and his hands dig hard into my skin, trying to keep me still.
“I want you inside me now. No more games.”
“Not yet. You get to beg me for it, kitten,” he whispers against my mouth. “You made me wait so long for you. So fucking long.”
I get his mouth on mine again, tongues stroking, his desperation for me in every sweep of his hands over my body.
My fingers grab his hair, and I kiss him even deeper, harder, more desperate than ever before. All he does is keep touching me, strokes of flesh on flesh that just isn’t enough, it’ll never be enough.
I’m pushed onto my back, Dean somehow getting on top of me, pushing us further and further down the bed until his long legs and mine are twined together, and only air is keeping me from getting what I want.
My body starts shaking, every particle I own needing this next orgasm like I need my next breath.
Dean lifts himself off of me, leaning on one side of me, our mouths staying connected. He pushes hair from my face with gentle movements, everywhere he touches me has me going up in flames.
“Dean, stop teasing,” I snap, plastering myself to his body, sharing our body heat. “Give me what I want.”
“Not yet, you’re going to have to wait for it.”
His right hand drags along my skin, over my heart, and slowly, so slowly goes between my legs. He drives me crazy with his slow strokes, and the way he keeps looking at my face through it, demanding he be part of everything he’s giving me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, his fingers moving faster inside me, the sounds he’s making, the sounds I’m making driving me even more wild.
My orgasm builds, my hips working in tandem with Dean’s fingers.