down his arms. I’d always been a bit shy, but something about Dean was making me feel
safe enough to ask for whatever I wanted.
Moaning as his teeth lightly grazed my sensitive skin, I reached out to unbuckle his belt. His entire body stiffened, and it was amazing to know how much I aroused him. Suddenly I was
on my back in the center of the bed, as he unfastened my skirt, pulling it down my legs. His
eyes grew smoky as he stared at me, wearing nothing but white cotton panties.
Spreading my thighs, he ran his fingers along the damp fabric. “So wet for me,” he growled.
Sliding them off slowly, I could feel the hunger rolling off him in waves. He stared between
my legs as he dropped his jeans and shorts, only meeting my eyes when he heard me
gasp.
I’d never seen a naked man in person before, and his equipment was quite a bit larger than
I had expected. The way he was looking at me made me blush all over, yet somehow it
made me feel powerful. As if I was somehow controlling this huge, strong man.
He laid beside me, kissing me as his hands roamed all over my skin. Gripping his shoulders,
my top leg circled his hip. Our bodies came together perfectly, his hardness pressed
against my wet softness.
I wondered if Dean wanted us side by side so that it didn’t feel like he was overpowering me. Gently moving and shifting as we kissed, I was struck with another urge to be bold.
Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking gently. It felt so hot
against my palm. His instant groan filled his throat, vibrating against my lips. “Sweetie, are you sure you want this?”
“Absolutely.”
“Should I go find a condom?”
“I’m on the pill,” I said quickly, making a mental note to thank Kate later for making sure that I was prepared.
Everywhere our bodies touched created sparks. My thigh over his hip. His hand in the
center of my back. My palm along his strangely soft skin as I angled his thick shaft toward
me.
I liked the feeling of him in my hand, carefully gliding him against my slippery folds. I liked that I could just take hold of him like this, and that he was allowing it. The strangely intimate contact was making me quiver inside, as I rubbed him against me.
Dean moved his hips, gently lodging the thick round head of his cock slightly inside. I
moaned as his teeth caught my bottom lip, teasing me.
He reached down, his fingers playing with my soft curls until he found my clit. Stroking
gently, I felt waves of my juices coating him as he slipped a little deeper.
Everything felt so sensitive, and I could barely focus. Dean’s handsome face looked