Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

He places himself between my legs.

His fingers curl into my hips as he lifts me into the air. Brings my body to his.

His tip strains against me.

Then it's one inch at a time.

He stares into my eyes as he slides inside me.

My fingers curl into the sheets. It's been a long, long time. This is a lot.

My lips press together.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Breathe, baby." He holds my body against his. Strokes the flesh of my ass with his fingertips.

I just barely nod.

"We can take this as slow as you need."

But that's the thing. I don't need slow. I need fast. I need him splitting me in half.

Deep breath.

Steady exhale.

We're making up, my body and me. If it needs slow, I can respect that.

Dean and I have a lot of time to fuck.

Well… we might not.

But we have all of tonight.

"Look at me." His voice is soft. Sweet.

I blink my eyes open.

God, there's something so intoxicating about the way he's looking at me. He needs me, yes, but it's more than a carnal thing.

He needs all of me.

I hold Dean's gaze as he pulls back then shifts into me again.

I'm ready. I'm wet. I'm antsy. I'm aching.

But the pressure is still intense. As much as I can take.

He lays me down. Lowers his body onto mine. One hand plants outside my shoulder. The other knots in my hair.

He strokes my temple with his thumb.

He brings his lips to mine.

He kisses me as he drives into me.

Slowly.