I take one of her hands from the headboard and hold it in mine as I climb onto the bed to straddle her hips. I wrap her fingers around my cock.
She bites her lip as she immediately starts stroking me.
“Any questions?” I ask. She licks her lips and begins to pump in earnest, and I throw my head back and groan. “Fuck that’s good, but you need to stop.”
“Why?”
I pull her hand away. “I recall promising you I wouldn’t be rushed, but with your hands on me, with the sight of you bare beneath me?” I shake my head and cup her breasts in both hands. Her hard nipples pebble tighter beneath my thumbs. “I’ve wanted this too long, and I only have so much control.”
She arches into my touch. “I like that.”
“That’s the idea.”
“No,” she says. “I mean, yes, that too, but I like the idea of making you lose it a little.”
I lift my head. “Good. Because I might need a couple of rounds to prove myself.” I lower my mouth to one peaked nipple, flicking it with my tongue, then switch to the other side.
She moans and releases the headboard with one hand to stroke down my back.
Fuck. I’m going to embarrass myself. “Headboard, precious. If you touch me, I can’t make good on my promises.” Hell, her sounds alone could make me come. It’s a wonder I didn’t in Marston’s bathroom when she was squirming all over my face.
“But I want to touch you,” she says. She’s already obeying, though, placing the straying hand next to her other and gripping the headboard tight.
“You’ll get your turn.” I grin up at her as I kiss my way down her stomach and suck on her navel ring. “But right now, I wanna play.”
* * *
Abbi
Dean’s mouth and hands cover every inch of me—every inch, that is, except for the space between my legs that’s aching for those fingers or lips, that tongue. Hell, right now I’d take a well-placed thigh.
I’m squirming, forcing myself to hold on to the headboard as he worships my body. When his fingers finally slide down past my navel to investigate the slickness between my legs, I think I might come from the first touch. My hips buck off the bed, and a desperate cry slips from my lips.
“Is this what you need, baby?”
“Yes.”
He slides two fingers over my clit, circling. “Tell me.”
“I want to come.”
He dips his fingers lower, circling my entrance now. “I love making you come,” he says, but he still doesn’t give me what I need. “Do you want my fingers, or are you ready for more?”
My brain is so foggy with lust that, for a minute, I don’t understand why he’s hesitating. His fingers, yes, but also more. Of course I want more. But then I see he’s pulled back and is watching me. “I’m not scared of having sex with you.”
“I brought a condom, but if you have your own that you’d prefer to use . . .” His fingers circle again as he says this, and my hips lift off the bed, chasing.
“Just hurry.”
He grins at me. “Got it.”
I almost close my eyes out of old habit. Cody said it weirded him out when I watched him put on a condom, so I trained myself to look away, but when I watch Dean, I regret nothing. He stands beside my bed, forearms flexing as he slides the latex over his impressive length. “That could be its own kind of porn.”
Dean winks before crawling back on the bed and over me, settling his weight onto his elbows and his hips between my thighs. “You’re okay?”
“No,” I say, grinning. “I’m dying here.”
Chuckling, he shifts his hips to slowly slide into me, and the smile falls from his face. “Christ, you feel good.” He dips his head to sweep his lips over mine, and I kiss him back with hunger and need and a tenderness that takes me by surprise.
This man—the way he handles my body, my heart—I wasn’t ready for him, and now he’s here, inside me, looking at me like I’m something exquisite as he slowly moves in and out of me.
I don’t know how long we stay like that—staring into each other’s eyes and moving together so slowly that I could never call it anything but making love—but when he sneaks a hand between our bodies and finds my clit with his thumb, I’m already on the edge. He strokes and strokes, and I feel like something he’s building from the ground up, stretching taller and taller, higher and higher, until finally I find release. My sex pulses around him as the orgasm rolls through me. I open my eyes just in time to see him surrender, eyes closed, neck straining as he thrusts his hips hard—once, twice—before collapsing onto me.