I want to reply to that but my mouth can’t seem to form any words. My brain is switched off; no more words, just me feeling. He continues with his delicious torture until I beg him to touch me. He tugs down my shorts and my red lace panties, making a sound of approval.
“Fuck,” he whispers, spreading my thighs and glancing up at me. He flashes me a cheeky grin before he lowers his face to my bare pussy and starts to lick me.
“Holy shit,” I moan, having forgotten how amazing this feels. Ben hardly went down on me, and from what I remember it didn’t feel half as good as Dean’s mouth does. When he sucks on my clit, I can feel my legs start to shake, and I know I’m going to come.
“Dean.” I moan out his name, trying to warn him. He must know what I’m trying to tell him because he pins my hips down with his hands and licks my clit a little faster, sending me over the edge. My hands leave the sheets, gripping and threading through his hair, pulling gently as the pleasure takes over me. I make a whimpering sound I’ve never heard myself make before, and drift in a dreamlike state as I come back to myself. “Oh my God.”
Dean lifts his head, watching me. “I’m not finished with you yet, Sabina.”
“I know,” I say, smiling to myself. I thought he meant that we’re going to have sex now. Instead, he lowers his head again, continuing to lick my pussy.
Fuck.
Let’s hope I survive him.
Chapter Fifteen
After making me come twice more, Dean finally slides inside of me, slowly. With our eyes connected, my breath hitches as I finally feel all of him. He takes it slow, which I appreciate. Even though I can feel how wet I am, I need to get used to the size of him.
“You feel so good, Sabina,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “So fucking tight.”
Did I tell him that I haven’t been with anyone else this last year? I don’t think that I did. He slams his lips back down on mine and thrusts into me. I moan into his mouth, loving the feel of him, wanting everything he has to give. And more. He buries his face in the crook of my neck, kissing me there while sliding in and out of me. I can’t explain what I’m feeling right now. I feel so connected to him, more than just physically. I run my hands through his hair, lifting his head and bringing those lips back to mine.
I never want to stop kissing him. I never want his lips to leave my skin. I want to be like this forever.
He reaches down between us and plays with me until I come once more, the most I’ve ever orgasmed in one time, and then he follows, looking into my eyes as he finishes. Seeing the pleasure play out on his expression is something I will never tire of; his heavy-lidded green eyes and his slightly opened mouth making me want to do all of this again, right now.
He rests his forehead against mine, and we just wait like that for a few moments.
When he pulls out of me, I instantly miss him. He lies back next to me and pulls me into his arms, kissing my cheek. “We never spoke about if you’re on birth control or not.”
I nod sleepily. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”
“Okay,” he says, sighing. “That was… indescribable. You are so beautiful, Sabina. Perfect. Fuck.”
I know exactly what he means. I’m so happy and sated right now, nothing could make this moment better. He saw all of me, there was no darkness to hide anything, every flaw on my body, any scar or freckle, he saw, and I saw every inch of him.
“I have no words for what you are,” I mumble, smiling. “And I’m far from perfect.”
“To me you are,” he says, kissing the back of my neck. “You stay in bed. I’ll make us something to eat.”
“Well, I’m not going to say no to that,” I say on a sigh, laughing as he slaps my arse before exiting the bed. I lie in bed for a few moments, covering my face with my pillow when I can’t seem to stop smiling. I then get up and have a shower while he’s busy in the kitchen, and then join him once I’m dressed and ready to face the day. However, it seems like Dean has other plans.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask him, coming up behind him and hugging him.
“Stay in bed,” he says, turning and watching me with heat in his eyes. “I’m not done with you yet, babe. Why did you get dressed? I’m just going to rip the clothes off you.”
My eyes widen. The thought of staying in bed sounds fucking perfect. “You can… go again so soon?” I ask him, glancing down at his cock. Ben and I only had sex once every few days. I didn’t think that he’d want to go again… but if he wants to. Well damn, I’m more than down for that.