I’m hard as a rock.
I don’t even want to mention how many times I’ve thought about this moment, and now the woman of my dreams is right where she belongs. My hand moves from her cheek to the back of her neck, gripping her gently as I kiss her with a hunger so intense it almost scares me. When I pull back, she’s panting slightly, her eyes half mast, a little dazed and extremely turned on. This is my first time seeing this side of her, and I need more. Of everything.
“Fuck,” she whispers, touching her lips.
“Do you still think there is no issue?” I ask her, letting go of her completely and moving back to my side of the bed. I hope she can’t see my cock straining against my jeans, begging to be let out, but if she looks downwards she’s not going to miss it. She sits up on the bed, saying nothing, and I have no idea what she’s thinking right now.
“Sabina—”
“I’m going to go to bed,” she says, standing up and walking to the door. “Do you need anything?”
Oh I need something, all right, but she isn’t going to give it. Not only that, but I don’t want to have her underneath me until I know for sure that she’s going to be mine. I don’t want just a taste, I want her. All of her. And I want her to have all of me.
“No, I’m fine. Are you okay though?”
“Yeah,” she says, opening the door. “I just need to think. I can’t think with you here on the bed, looking like that, and kissing like that. So… uhhh.... Goodnight.”
She leaves the room, closing the door behind her. I hear her mutter, “Holy fucking shit,” and it makes me chuckle softly. I hear her go into her bedroom, shuffling around the room. The walls are paper thin, so there goes taking care of my hard dick right now. I adjust myself in my jeans and moan softly at the friction.
Fuck.
Maybe I should take a shower.
Deciding that’s the best course of action, I grab a change of clothes and head to what I assume is the bathroom. I peer inside and turn the light on, happy that I got the right room, then lock the door behind me. Taking off my jeans and boxer shorts, I turn the water on and get it to the right temperature before jumping in. I look down and see my dick is hard and pointing outwards, just begging for some attention. I start to stroke it, keeping my groans muted. The last thing I want is for Sabina to hear what I’m doing, even though it’s her I’m thinking about right now, her hands I wish were on me. I stroke myself until I come, her name on my lips. With one hand on the tiled wall, I hold myself up as I catch my breath. Then I finish up in the shower, washing my body. When I get out, I realise that I forgot the towel she left for me on the end of my bed, and there are none in the bathroom. I check the cupboards, but they’re just filled with her girly shit, so I open the door and peer out.
Silence.
I take that as the coast is clear and she’s in bed, hopefully asleep, so I make a quick dash for my bedroom. I’m almost safe at the door when….
“Holy shit, Dean!” I turn around. She’s sitting on the couch in the living room, a tub of ice cream in her hand, spoon halfway to her mouth, her eyes wider than I’ve ever seen them. She takes me in from head to toe, stopping on my dick. “Oh, wow. That’s big. Like, really big.”
I just stand there, water dripping down my body, watching her watch me. I’m comfortable in my body and used to having it on display, but her eyes on me is a completely different experience. I like her watching me. I like her reaction, like I’m the most amazing thing she’s ever laid her eyes on. She looks like she’s about to start fanning herself or something.
“I forgot my towel,” I explain, shrugging nonchalantly. “I thought you were in bed.”
“Big,” she says again, still looking south. I put my hand over myself and smirk. “Well, I’m just going to… yeah.”
I open the door and walk inside.
And great, now I’m fucking hard again.
Chapter Twelve
I know I’m going to hell for this, but I only have one other penis to compare it to, and Dean’s is huge. And so pretty. Don’t ask me how a penis can be pretty, but after seeing Dean’s, I know it can. I shove the spoonful of now-melted ice cream into my mouth, swallowing and picturing what I just saw. Dean naked is something that everyone needs to see. Actually, I take that back. I don’t want any other women to see him, but he is just something else. The abs, the strong thighs, the sexy as hell V’s… and that amazing cock. He’s perfection moulded into one sexy, talented man. One who kissed me, and one I kissed back.
I eat more ice cream, replaying the kiss in my head, and wondering what the hell I’m going to do about the whole situation. Have I been in denial this whole time? Or is this something new, something that’s building between the two of us?