“God, Dean,” she moaned, closing her eyes tight. It was as if she thought that would hold back the need.
“After I’ve had my fill, I’ll move lower. Take your pussy into my mouth and feast on your tangy juice.”
“You’re making me crazy!”
“Good,” he growled. “I want you so crazy that you’ll beg me to fuck you.”
He moved the zipper the last few inches south until finally Dean had her dress open. He saw a hint of red satin, but it wasn’t enough. Within seconds, he was tugging it over her head and tossing it onto the end of the bed. He leaned back and looked at her from head to toe. Her bra and panties were a deep shade of red. The color suited the creamy shade of her skin. Between her breasts he spied several freckles that he ached to taste.
“So damn pretty,” he murmured, then he dipped his head and licked a fiery path down the valley between her luscious breasts. Dean knew a sense of pride when her body bowed for him. She was so sexy. So eager. Her hands came up and clutched at his hair, pulling hard enough to sting. She brought his mouth more fully against her heated flesh, and Dean obliged by kissing each cute little freckle.
“Dean, please,” Catherine softly pleaded.
“Your skin is as soft as silk, sweetheart.” With a mere flick of his fingers the front closure on her bra snapped open, causing her full breasts to jiggle a little. “Jesus, I feel like a kid with a present.” Seeing the mauve shade of her fat nipples in the soft light for the first time was enough to send him over the edge. “A truly lovely present,” he gritted out as his cock responded to the sight.
“That’s wonderful but, Dean?”
“Yeah?” He asked, only partly paying attention. He kept getting distracted by the tempting trail of freckles littering her breasts and stomach.
Catherine took hold of his chin and he was forced to look into her eyes. “Can you please stop staring at me and touch me before I explode?”
“Mmm, so demanding,” he whispered as he lowered his head and sucked one perfect raspberry nipple into his mouth with ravenous haste.
“Oh, God, yes,” Catherine replied in a husky little murmur. The sound sent fire licking through Dean’s veins.
12
Dean nibbled at the precious swell of one breast, his need of her uncontrollable. As he moved over her body, crushing her to the mattress beneath, he used his knee to spread her legs wide, then wider still, and he felt her legs lift and wrap around his waist. “That’s it,” he praised her as he pushed his aching erection against her soft little mound, letting her feel what she did to him.
“Take off your clothes,” she gently demanded.
“Soon,” he promised, then using both his hands, Dean cuddled and shaped her perfect tits, squeezing one while tasting the other. Catherine writhed shamelessly beneath him. He groaned his approval and released her nipple with an audible pop before moving to the other hard peak. He licked and sucked on her, knowing he could live forever and still need more of her. Dean skated down her body, using his tongue to feel his way, until he was level with her navel. His eyes glazed over when he caught sight of a small gold hoop.
He flicked it with his index finger. “What have we here?”
She peeked down at him, a slight blush covering her cheeks. “Mary made me do it.”
“Remind me to thank her then,” he uttered in a gruff voice as he let his tongue dip into the sweet indentation, toying playfully at the delicate jewel.
“Oh, Dean, that feels . . . oh, God.” Her voice quivered. “I-I need you. Please, quit teasing me this way!”
Dean lifted his head at her restless tone. “I want this to last, Catherine,” he explained. “I want your pleasure to go on and on. No way in hell am I going to rush this first time with you.”
She groaned, her frustration evident. Dean was unaccountably charmed by her not-so-ladylike pout.
He slowly slipped his hand down her body, committing her curves to memory. When he reached the warm skin of her thigh it was his turn to groan. He skimmed beneath the stretchy, red material of her panties, pleased when he noticed she was already so hot and wet, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel her with nothing in his way. He wanted her soaked and eager to take him into her body.
Dean lifted up so he was kneeling between her widespread thighs, and took no time in getting rid of the last bit of silk separating him from paradise. He stared down at the perfection of her luscious body and wanted to praise God for such a work of art. The neatly trimmed tuft of red curls covering her hidden treasures was the sweetest sight indeed. “I want to kiss you here.”
“I need your touch there so badly, Dean.”
Dean’s cock grew painfully hard at Catherine’s hungry tone. She craved something adventurous tonight. He knew it was at least half the reason she’d agreed to come home with him. Dean was content to indulge her. In return, he would take a large helping of the sweet dessert he’d craved ever since first seeing her picture.
Without another word between them, Dean left the bed, his body temperature spiking into the red zone when she whimpered, clearly unhappy that he was no longer lying on top of her. He was tempted to lie back down between her long, shapely legs and sip her honeyed heat, but Dean had a way of doing things, and he wouldn’t be denied.
“Stand up for me, little C
atherine.”