Summer Love in the Country (Summer Instalove)

tongue around my sensitive little button.

His finger slipped inside me slowly. I loved the way that he was taking his time. His thick

finger began to thrust in and out very gently, as his lips wrapped around my swollen nub. His

intimate kisses were making me moan, but his hungry growls were telling me that he was

enjoying himself thoroughly.

It felt like my body was melting for him, as if I was dripping on his finger and across the

bed. I suddenly hoped that I wasn’t making a mess, but Dean’s eyes were blazing. “Come

on my tongue, sweetie. Relax and let me taste you.”

My entire body felt so open. His finger slipped a tiny bit deeper, as he flattened his tongue

against my skin, lapping upward in long slow strokes. His free hand pressed against my hip,

holding me down as I began to squirm.

I loved how patient he was with me, teasing me gently, then licking hard and fast for just a

moment to watch me gasp. Then Dean settled into the perfect rhythm.

He was so hungry for me, and as his finger moved faster, I realized I needed another part

of him there as soon as possible. I’d

never had such an overwhelming urge to be filled up.

Claimed. I needed to feel his body over mine, taking control.

My hands were gripping his hair for dear life as I pressed against him, my lust shamelessly

overtaking me. My hips and core were on fire, then my back arched as every muscle in my

entire body tensed at once. It was like being struck by warm, soft lightning.

“Dean… Oh my… Dean…” I heard myself moaning. His eyes were blazing even hotter,

staring into mine as the climax rattled through me.

As soon as I began to catch my breath, I pulled him by the hair and shoulders so that he was lying over me, kissing me hard. Tasting my own juices on his lips was a dirty, naughty

thrill, and strangely, the most intimate moment of my life.

Running one hand through the back of his hair, I knew my fingers were gripping too hard,

but I couldn’t stop. My other hand ran down his spine, then up under his t-shirt to feel the

broad muscles of his back. He moaned into my mouth as my legs wrapped around his hips,

pulling him against me.

“I want you so damn badly, sweetie,” he murmured, slowly pulling away. “But I can’t take

you yet, which means I can’t stay tonight. If I can’t stop touching you when I’m awake, I