California Dreamin'

Without my volition, my back bows and he slides in a little deeper. We both hiss. There’s a weird pressure in my pelvis. It makes me want him more even though I know it’s gonna hurt.

“You are, too,” I whisper.

He licks his lips, staying still inside me. “Yeah, I am.”

I rub his shoulders with my palms, feeling his hot skin. “You’re burning up.”

“That too.”

I open my mouth to say something but can’t because I feel Dean playing with my clit once again. He bends down and sucks on the side of my neck, just under my ear. Who knew that was my sweet spot? I throw my head back and moan loudly, my legs going up and cinching around his waist.

He growls into my skin when my pussy flutters over the head of his dick. I can feel it shivering, juicing up.

I realize he’s making it easier for me to accept him inside my body. The realization makes me fall in love with him even more.

“You’re taking care of me,” I whisper, rubbing my cheek in his hair, feeling his thumb on my clit, his teeth on my neck.

Dean looks up, his eyes intense and full of what I feel for him in every corner of my heart. Love. “Always.”

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, Fallon.”

He kisses me then, and I lose all my words. I lose myself. In him, in his mouth, in his body that’s moving in a slow, smooth rhythm inside me. I don’t feel pressure or pain when he thrusts deep, taking away my virginity in one stroke.

All I feel is my love for him. My lust and hunger and this urge to make him mine forever and ever.

Dean feels the same, I think. He can’t stop touching me, running his hands up and down my body. He can’t stop kissing me, either. I give as good as I get. I touch him, play with his hair, rake my nails down his sweaty back.

It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world, being connected to him like this. My best friend. My soulmate. The love of my life.

Dean’s strokes become faster, more urgent. They shake my entire body, making me moan into his mouth. I feel my climax building and building, deep in my lower belly.

The moment Dean circles his arms around my back and hugs me to his chest like he needs me, needs my skin to breathe, it washes over me.

My second orgasm is even more intense, more charged up. I’m moaning, shaking constantly, massaging his dick with my pulsating channel. It triggers Dean’s climax and he whips his cock out, spilling his cum over my stomach. It’s hot and thick and smells like all my lustful dreams put together.

We breathe into each other’s mouths, kissing lazily, trying to slow down our hearts. Although I don’t think that’s happening any time soon. Our hearts are probably not going to relax for a long while, especially if sex is going to be like this every time.

Dean stops kissing me and I open my eyes to find him watching me. “What?”

He traces a finger over the apple of my cheek. “You’re fucking stunning.”

I blush. “You are too.”

He chuckles and presses a kiss on my nose. I smile at his tender gesture.

“Mom always knew,” I tell him.

“What?”

“My mom. She always knew that I loved you and that you loved me.”

Dean goes rigid over me. Rigid and frowny. It’s like I’m hugging a mountain with my thighs and arms. “I’ll handle your dad.”

“No. We’ll handle him. Together.”

“Fallon, you’re—”

I put my finger on his soft mouth and squeeze his waist with my legs. “Oh, were you going to say something like…” I deepen my voice to mimic his. “Fallon, you don’t know how to do these things. Because you’re just so young and naïve.” Rolling my eyes, I say, “You know what, maybe you were right. Maybe I should’ve gone with a guy my age. At least he wouldn’t be so bossy.”

Dean’s eyes flare and he removes my finger from his mouth. “Maybe you shouldn’t talk about other guys when my dick is this close to your pussy.”

I feel him getting hard and grazing my still-wet core. “You’re bad, Dean.”

Smirking, Dean rubs our noses together. “You’re no saint, Fallon. You seduced me.”

“I did, didn’t I?”

The look in his eyes changes, becomes grave as he declares, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As he enters me once again, I close my eyes and smile. I think of something my mom always said to me when I was a kid and didn’t know why some days were sad for me. And why, on those days, I felt like crying or sleeping.

She always forced me to get up, to keep going. She told me I was a fighter. That if I didn’t face the day, I’d miss out on so many things, so many possibilities. She told me I was born with more than blood in my veins. I was born with strength.