“That’s it, kitten. Move for me,” Dean says in my ear, his breathing ragged. He’s completely mesmerised by my mouth. He pulls back, watching me ride his fingers, hips working faster now, jerking, bucking.
“Fuck!” I groan, and feel my cheeks pull into a smile. Dean keeps stroking me, slower now, but my body wants more, my pussy’s drenched and now I really need him inside of me. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Dean pulls in air through his nose, his green eyes boring into mine, fingers still inside me, still and waiting. He shakes his head, leaning in to give me another slow and steady kiss. He’s lost control already and is surrendering to it, letting himself feel every part of it, while I’m pretty sure the Earth has stopped moving, and fucking Dean might just be one of the best lays of my life.
Too bad the sun is going to come up tomorrow morning.
I’m dimly aware of a package being ripped open.
He rolls us over so I’m on top of him. My inner thighs start to tremble as I move over his hips, positioning his cock at my entrance, ready to start the downward glide when his fingers at my hips stop me.
I look up, unable to stop ‘cause, Jesus, this is so good, too good.
Dean’s looking at me with tightened features, showing the animal underneath. He’s completely undone and having this Viking at my mercy is getting me raring to go again.
“You have to know something,” he growls, as I start my descent, feeling every single inch of him spread me in all the most perfect ways. Every push fills me, deeper and deeper until Dean’s screwed his eyes shut and he’s panting so hard I think he might pass out.
“Katarina,” he groans, trying to hold me still again once he’s completely inside me. “You’ve got me for the long haul.”
Fucking bastard. Doing this to me now! When he knows I won’t stop?
“You’re going to pay for that,” I whisper. I start to move, spreading my knees, moving my hips, up and down, over and over again. His cock dragging against my inner walls one second, only to plunge back in the next, firing me up, making my blood boil, hitting me just right.
I watch his abs contract, all six bundles of them, his hips rolling to meet me, bouncing me with an edge of violence that’s about to send me through the roof again.
“Dean, you need to come now,” I tell him, nails dragging along the skin of his chest as I lean forward, getting the angle even more fucking perfect, lighting up my insides as his base kisses my clit every down stroke.
Oh God, oh God, oh God!
His harsh breathing’s the only thing I hear, and the light taps of my headboard against the wall.
“Dean, you have to come now,” I say again, a bit louder this time. His hands go to my breasts again, pinching, rolling the nipples creating another path of fire from my pussy to my chest, pulling me under whatever lust-filled haze he’s created for me.
I work my hips faster, bucking them, squeezing my inner muscles, feeling them start to flutter around his length, reaching for the finally drop.
“I love you, Katarina,” he groans as I start coming, clamping down on him, feeling him swell even further until there’s no me and him, just an adventure into another dimension where we’ve flown in together.
***
“Why don’t you come take a shower with me?” Dean asks.
I tried to keep my distance, seriously.
He just invaded my space and dragged me over to his side of the bed, effectively demanding that I pay attention to him. He really is an insecure man-child after all. Then again, maybe he just knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.
“I don’t want to move right, now, thanks.” I say against his chest. His heartbeat’s under my ear, and I’m lying naked on top of a naked Dean who’s tracing odd designs on my back, brushing away my hair, just being loving and affectionate but my heart’s ready to jump ship.
He sighs, the breath so long and heavy, it might rival the weight of an elephant. Or the drama seen in tweens. “I’m not going to apologize for what I said.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
Dean grunts, the rumble vibrating through his skin to mine. Just like that, I want him again.
“Then why are you being like this?”
“I’m not being anything.”
“Kitten, just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I just basically just dropped the epic “I am your father” line, and you have zero reaction.”
I try to fight the grin, but I fail miserably. He knows how to get to me.
“I told you it wasn’t going to work, and now I’m going to want to have sex with you on the regular, and you had to put a label on it.”