“You can fuck me all right,” I whisper against his lips, “as long as you break me in at first.”
Dean moves his hands up to my hair, and with a strong grip, he pulls me toward him. His soft lips graze along mine. “I love you, Kitten,” he breathes.
“I love you, too. We have about an hour or two before Noah gets up again.”
“Less talking and more fucking,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I love when he does that. It’s so damn cute, reminding of the early days of our relationship.
I hook my arms around his neck and lean into him, parting his lips with my tongue. He releases his grip on my hair and grabs my ass with both hands. His erection digs into my thigh. Greedy and hungry for Dean, I push up his shirt and run my palm over his muscular stomach, exploring every contour with my fingers. We take turns removing each other’s shirts, eventually making our way to our pants.
I’ve worn yoga pants every day since I left the hospital, making it easy for Dean to push them over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them and kick the pants to the side, fumbling with the button on his jeans.
He groans when I slip my hand into his boxers and take his length in my hand. Massaging his smooth skin between my fingers, I stroke his shaft and watch as he sucks in a deep breath. After wanting to do this for months, I crouch down in front of Dean and stick out my tongue to glide it over his sensitive skin.
Staring down at me, Dean grips my hair in his hands and watches me as I take him in my mouth. With each flick of my tongue, he moans. My juices threaten to spill down my leg from the pleasure I get from making Dean come.
Dean helps me up to my feet and grips me by the hips, lifting me up to lower me onto the kitchen counter. He removes the rest of his clothes before he leans forward to graze his lips along mine. My body shuts down, as Dean takes my bottom lip in his mouth and sucks on it.
He’s so rough and aggressive, yet soft and tender. Every moment that has led up to this one was worth it. Our bodies meld together, with our love fusing as one. As our tongues tangle together, I get lost in the moment and the pure pleasure that comes from being with Dean.
I never want his hands to leave my body or his tongue to stop doing whatever he does to make every nerve ending come alive at once. With each kiss, our relationship strengthens. Our bond grows stronger. The animalistic passion we both crave consumes us, taking our love to new heights.
As Dean slides his hands up my thighs, heat rushes over my body in waves. Our lips separate long enough for him to dip his head down to suck on my nipple, gently tugging it with his teeth. He palms my breasts in his hands, taking his turn with each one.
With my nipple between his teeth, Dean peeks up at me, eventually kissing his way back up to my lips. He stares at me with so much hunger that his blue eyes command authority over me. Spreading my legs wider, Dean grips my thighs and lowers himself between them.
He leaves a trail of kisses as he makes his way to my throbbing core. Like the rest of him, Dean’s tongue has the power to own my body. And he does. My man knows how to send me over the edge, ripping the screams from my body in the process.
“Dean,” I moan and rock my hips against his mouth, as I take a chunk of his dark hair between my fingers.
He stops long enough to glance up at me and say, “That’s it, Kitten. Come for me.”
My entire body comes alive, set ablaze with each flick of Dean’s tongue. It’s not long before I find my release, repeatedly whispering his name in the process. He gives me all of two seconds to open my eyes and try to recoup before he lifts me up from the counter and throws me over his shoulder, as I weigh nothing.
He smacks my ass on his way to the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. With Noah in his bedroom, we should have enough time before he wakes up for his next feeding. I hope.
Dean lowers me onto the mattress, crawls between my legs, and positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his cock along my folds, forcing a soft moan from my mouth. Trying his best not to hurt me, Dean slides inside me, inching his way a little at a time. But he’s long and thick, which takes a while for me to get used to after so long of a wait.
After I adjust to his size, the pain lessens, each thrust quickly turning to pleasure. He leans forward and places his elbows on both sides of my head and kisses my neck, before making his way to my lips. As Dean picks up the pace, he kisses me just as hard. My body relaxes, and I lose myself with Dean, eventually working in a rhythmic motion along with his body. My body convulses, the grip I have on him tightening, as a ripple of pleasure rocks through me.
It’s hard to believe that I lasted eight months without this. Dean takes me to new heights every time we are together, each time better than the last. Eventually, our moans become one, both of us losing control, as we find our release.
He collapses on top of me and kisses me on the lips, before rolling onto his side of the mattress. Dean tugs at my arm to pull me onto his chest. I curl up into the nook between his arm and shoulder and rest my head on his chest.
“You need to show me how much you love me every night,” I choke out. “I almost forgot how good we are together.”
He flashes one of his sexy smirks. “I would be happy to give you another reminder.”
Out of breath, I mutter, “And this time, don’t go easy on me.”
He laughs. “I’m not even close to done with you. I could have ten more babies with you, Kitten.”
“I don’t think I could handle ten more of Noah.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Really? I thought we could make our own hockey team.”
“Get out of here.” I tap him on the arm, laughing. “If you want that many kids, you can try pushing them out.”
“For all you know, another baby is growing inside you right now.”