Dean moves his mouth to my neck, having discovered already that’s a sensation that drives me crazy, and I plunge my hand into his boxers, giving his butt a squeeze before bringing my hand around to his front.
Suddenly Dean stops kissing me and pulls away, looking into my eyes. The desperation is still there, but I see something…something else.
Something I can’t quite define, yet it’s familiar.
Because I’ve felt it too.
He’s looking for something he doesn’t think he’ll find. There’s a loneliness behind the cocky grin, a longing for more behind the lust. It’s the heart-wrenching need to be part of something, to feel a love so strong you know you can get through anything.
He turns his head, looking almost startled by his own emotions. His eyes close in a long blink, and he puts his mouth to mine again, kissing me hard as he slides his arms under me, lifting me off the couch just enough to unhook my bra. I twist one arm up, pulling it out of the bra strap, and Dean pushes the other strap down, pulling my bra off and tossing it over the back of the couch. I’m naked underneath him, and his body on mine feels so good.
He’s warm and firm, and the tip of his cock rubs against me, making tingles of pleasure run rampant through my entire body. Dean kisses his way down my neck, flicking his tongue over my nipple. I’ve never been one to find particular pleasure in having my nipples touched, but Dean knows what he’s doing.
He’s done this before, many times.
I’m new to the one-night stand, but he’s not, and right now, I’ve never been so thankful to be with a well-experienced man. My mouth falls open as Dean reaches down, stroking me, spreading my wetness around my core. He circles my nipple with his tongue once more, and grazes me with his teeth as he moves back up, putting his lips to mine.
My body aches to have him inside me, and I’ve never felt such desperation in my life. If that monster cock doesn’t push in me, doesn’t fill every single last fucking inch of me, I might not make it.
“I need you,” I groan as his fingers dip inside my entrance, teasing me.
“You’re not very patient, are you?” he growls, somehow able to keep his composure. “What if I’m not ready for you yet?”
“Then…then tell me what to do,” I pant. “To…to…” He plunges his fingers deeper inside of me, rubbing right against that sweet spot. My eyes roll back as I feel another orgasm start to build. I’ve never come from vaginal penetration before.
I think I’m in for a world of firsts tonight.
Pulling his hand up, I put his fingers in my mouth and rock my hips, rubbing myself against him again.
“Fuck,” he grunts and aligns himself with my core. I slowly pull my fingers out of my mouth, feeling his hungry gaze on me. Dean puts his lips to mine again, kissing me hard as he slowly enters me.
“Ohhhh,” I moan, feeling him fill every single inch of me. He groans as he slowly pulls back and thrusts into me again.
And again, a little faster that time. I angle my hips up, and his cock rubs against my G-spot as he rocks his hips. Hooking my legs over his, I bring my hands up to his shoulder, pressing my nails into his flesh.
He takes his mouth from mine and buries his face in my neck, kissing my skin as he fucks me, rocking me so hard my head hits the arm of the couch.
“I’m…I’m…almost…” I pant but am unable to get the words out. I go nonverbal as I come for the third time, and the orgasm starts deep within me, rocketing my body into a state of pleasure I never thought was possible. My ears ring and my toes tingle. I lie there, clutching Dean’s impossibly fit body as my own trembles with pleasure.
He slows his movements, giving me a few seconds to recover, and then pushes in balls deep, groaning as he comes. He rests his head against my forehead, cock pulsing inside of me.
Holy. Shit.
My body is humming, pussy spasming. I didn’t know I was capable of feeling so much in such a short amount of time, especially at the hands—or in my case, mouth and cock—of someone else. I open my mouth to tell Dean just that, but can’t catch my breath.
He slowly pulls out and lies next to me, keeping us both covered with the blanket, and spoons his body around mine, holding me tight as our hearts stop racing.
Then he grabs his boxers from the floor, offering them to me to clean myself up enough to hurry into the bathroom. I’m still naked, and he’s still lying on the couch when I return.