Dean presses his ass against the door to close it. He looks around the space with a mix of reverence and curiosity.
His eyes pass over every piece of art—mine, others, magazine cut-outs, movie posters.
Over the full-length mirror across from the bed. "Fuck, sunshine. I knew you had it in you."
"Huh?" My brow screws with confusion.
He wraps his arms around my waist and whisks me to the spot in front of the bed.
The one across from the mirror.
He stares at our reflection as he drags my tank top up my stomach.
Oh. "I've never."
"You should."
"Now?"
"Unless it's too much all at once."
"No." Too much is just right.
I raise my arms so he can pull my top over my head.
He drops it on the ground in front of me.
His lips brush my neck as he unhooks my bra and slides it off my shoulders.
Usually, I don't like staring at my reflection.
Especially my unclothed reflection.
But there's something about his body behind mine.
His lips on my shoulder.
His hands on my skin.
Fuck, it's hot.
His fingertips brush my stomach.
My chest.
He cups my breasts with his hands.
Through the mirror, I watch him toy with my nipples. He runs his thumbs along my tender flesh. Softly at first.
Then harder.
Harder.
There.
A groan falls off my lips. My eyelids get heavy. Press together.
"Open your eyes." He nips at my neck. "I want you watching this."
I try to keep my eyes open, but it's a struggle.
This is too intense.
Too intimate.
His thumbs brush my nipples…
Fuck.
My sex clenches.
I reach for something to steady myself. Find him. My first two fingers slip through his belt loop.
I pull him closer.
Until his hard-on brushes my ass.
Mmm. "Fuck me. Please."
He drags his lips up my neck with the lightest hint of pressure. "This first."
His teeth scrape my ear lobe. It's soft. Enough I feel it, but not enough to hurt.
And, God, how I feel it.
Anticipation courses through my veins. Heat pools in my sex. My body whines more now.
I force myself to savor every ounce of need.
It feels so fucking good, Dean toying with me.
I watch him work. He sucks on my earlobe as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. Softer. Then harder. Then softer again.
Every brush of his digits sends a pang right to my sex.
My nipples tighten.
My sex clenches.
My fingers curl into his jeans.
I tug at the fabric. Pull him closer. Arch my back to rub my ass against him.
Our jeans are in the way, but I can still feel his hardness.
It steals my breath.
Sends another wave of desire racing through me.
God, I've never been so full and empty at once.
"Dean." I tilt my head to the other side, offering my neck to him. Offering everything to him.
He drags his lips up my neck with that same featherlight touch. "Watch."
I do.
He keeps one hand on my chest. Drags the other down my stomach.
He toys with my nipple as he unbuttons my jeans.
I release my hold on him. Bring my hands to my hips. Slide my jeans to my knees.
That's as far as I can get them without taking off my boots, but it's enough.
He presses his palm against me, over my panties.
The soft cotton fabric makes for perfect friction.
I'm already on fire.
I stare at our reflection as Dean teases me. He rubs me over my panties. He toys with my nipple. He rocks his hips, grinding his hard-on against my ass.
Anticipation and need overtake every last thought. I forget that it's been two years. That I have new tits. That the test results are waiting for me.
I forget everything but how badly I need him.
I rock my hips to grind against him. "Fuck me. Please."
"Here?" He motions to the mirror. His pupils dilate as he stares at our reflection. His breath hitches. His fingers curl into my skin.
He looks as needy as I feel.
And I want that more than I want to come. More than I want to forget. More than anything.
I want to drive him out of his mind.
Only…
How the hell do I do that?
I'm not a blushing virgin anymore, but I'm not some kind of sex goddess either.
I'm out of my element.
I make eye contact through the mirror. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you groaning my name like it's your favorite thing in the world."
My sex clenches. He's good at this.
He runs his fingertips over the waistband of my panties. "I want you coming on my cock."
Yes. My nod is heavy. Needy. Achy. Or maybe that's my everything.
"Turn around."
I try, but my jeans are at my calves. It's hard to move.
Dean wraps his arms around me. In one swift motion, he lifts me and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down flat on my back then drops between my knees.
Slowly, he undoes the laces of my boot and peels it off my foot.
Then the sock.
The other foot.
He rolls my jeans off my ankles and drops them on the ground in front of him.
Then he does the same with my underwear.
I stare down at him as he plants a kiss on my ankle.
He drags his lips up my calf with that same featherlight touch.
They brush the inside of my knee.
My thigh.
They go higher and higher and higher.
Until his fingers are curling into my thighs.
And he's so, so close to where he needs to be.
He digs the heels of his hands into my thighs, pinning me to the bed.
I look up for long enough to watch Dean plant his face between my legs.
He breathes warm air against my clit.
Then cold.
He does it again and again.
Until I'm dizzy.
He keeps a steady hold on my legs. Just enough pressure to keep me pinned. That I feel how in control he is.
I fall back on the bed as he brings his mouth to me.
His lips close around my labia. He sucks softly. Then harder. Then it's the soft scrape of his teeth.
He moves to the other side and does it again.
Again.
One hand finds his hair. The other goes to my sheets. Curls into the soft cotton fabric.
But that isn't enough to contain the anticipation coursing through my veins.
Nothing is enough to contain the anticipation coursing through my veins.
He licks me up and down. Slowly. Then faster.
Softly. Then harder.
His tongue plunges inside me.
I tug at his hair, pulling him closer. "Make me come." My hips shift of their own accord. "Please."
He pins me harder.
But he's merciful. He makes his way to my clit and licks me with steady stokes.
My eyelids press together.
My toes curl.
My nails dig into the sheets.
Every flick of his tongue winds me up.
He pushes me right to the edge. Until the pressure inside me is so tight I can barely take it. Until all I can feel is this deep, desperate, impossible need to come.
With the next flick of his tongue, I unravel.
"Fuck. Dean." I tug at his hair, holding him against me.
My sex pulses with my orgasm. Tension unwinds in a big, beautiful wave of pleasure. It crests and rolls through my torso, my limbs, my fingers and toes.
"Fuck." He nips at my inner thigh. "I love watching you come." He plants a soft kiss on my pelvis as he pushes himself to his feet.
He's quick about pulling his t-shirt over his head. It's not like when we were at the beach. It's not a show for my attention.
He needs to be naked now.
I need him naked now.
God, how I need him naked.
I push myself up. Reach for his jeans. The button is a struggle, but I manage to undo it. To unzip him.
He pushes the denim off his hips and shimmies out of it.
Then it's the black boxers.
Fuck.
He's bigger than I remembered.
And that piercing.
It's…
I'm…
Fuck.
I stare up at him as I wrap my hand around his cock.
He shudders as I grip him tighter.
I pump him with a steady stroke.
Then another.
Another.
He's warm and hard under my hand. And it feels so fucking good, watching bliss spill over his expression.
I wind him up with steady strokes, then I bring my hand to his tip and brush his piercing. The silver barbell is curved. It goes from the center to the bottom of his tip.
I tease one end with my thumb.
Tease the other with my index finger.
Dean's hand knots in my hair.
He blinks his eyes open. Stares down at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.