He eases back and pushes forward again, entering me so deep my blood burns. I shift, trying to match his rhythm, but through my lust-drenched mind I realize there is no rhythm, not this time.
He pulls out of me and thrusts in at his own pace, surprising me with every move, every shift. His hands are steel bands around my wrists, his breath rasping against my shoulder, his chest a heavy weight against my back. I wiggle a little to rub my nipples on the sheet, easing some of the tingling ache, but I can hardly move beneath him. I’m overpowered, impaled, conquered.
Only when I stop trying to move does Dean settle into a rhythmic thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of me hard and fast. I struggle to take all of him, moans streaming from my throat as the air drenches with fire.
He fills me over and over, his stomach tight against my bottom and his groans hot on my skin. My whole body trembles, and before I can think past the fog of sensation, my arousal builds like a storm front.
I bite down on a corner of a pillow and squeeze my eyes shut as urgency spins like a whirlpool through me. Again and again, he pumps into me, the friction driving me to the edge, his thick, smooth shaft stretching me beyond what I’ve ever felt before.
“Dean.” My voice almost breaks with strain.
He lifts his head, closing his teeth around my earlobe. “Tell me.”
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“No.” Still gripping my wrists, he eases his cock out of me. “I want dirty words coming from your pretty mouth.”
“Dean, I…”
“Dirty.” He trails his mouth from my ear to my shoulder and bites down gently on my skin. “Lewd. Raw.”
I moan and turn my face against the bed again.
“Put your cock in me,” I whisper. “Fuck me, please… I need to feel you again… need to feel you throbbing inside my *, need you to make me come, Dean, please…”
He eases partway into me again, slick and hot. I tighten my inner flesh around him. Explosions flare through my blood. I try to shift, rubbing my ass against his stomach. His breath rasps against my shoulder.
“I… I feel it.” I can hardly speak past the heat in my throat. “I want… my clit aches, Dean… touch it, please, and I’ll come all over your cock, I can’t stand it anymore, fuck me and I’ll do anything… anything…”
“I know you will,” he whispers, scraping his teeth over my shoulder.
I strain against the pressure of his hands, but his grip on my wrists is inexorable. He fucks me again and again, so hard I lose all coherent thought as sensations overtake me. My body bounces against the bed, the sound of his flesh hitting mine filling my ears, the slick plunge of his cock driving me to the edge.
I rock my hips, aching to rub my clit, before he pushes his hand beneath me and splays his fingers over my core. Bliss shatters me at his first touch, and I convulse around his cock with a shriek.
When the sensations ebb, he pulls his hand away and eases back, clutching my ass as he pounds into me. My unending moans clash with his grunts, his thrusts so deep and fierce the earth seems to tremble.
I grab the sheets and press backward, my body aflame, as he pumps three times in succession and pulls out with a groan. Shivers rain through me as his warm seed spurts over my ass, and I look over my shoulder to watch him stroke his big cock, his sweaty chest heaving and his eyes half-closed with pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Liv…” With another groan, he collapses on the bed beside me, reaching out to run his hand over my damp back. “I don’t want to leave you again.”
Through the haze of lingering desire, my chest constricts at the thought of him leaving again. Surely once was enough.
I shift to curl up against his side as our breathing calms. I’m painfully aware that today is Tuesday. I need to work. And tomorrow Dean needs to attend the Office of Judicial Affairs’ mediation meeting.
I press a kiss to his shoulder and push myself to a sitting position. My body aches in a deliciously sore, pulsing way that I hope will last for a while. I want to be reminded of my husband every time I move.
We both get up and take our time showering and eating breakfast, as the cloud of reality sets in.
“I have to go,” I say reluctantly, when I notice that it’s almost eight. “I’m meeting Allie and Brent at the café to start remodeling.”
Dean smiles, his eyes warming as he tugs at a lock of my hair. “Proud of you, lady.”
I return his smile, pleased by his pride and my own ambition. We linger as long as we can, before I finally pull on my coat.
“What are you doing today?” I ask.
“Working from here, then meeting with Frances Hunter. We’re going over to Rainwood this afternoon to deal with some conference stuff, but I’ll be back before dinner.”
“Can you come over then?”
“Of course.” He winks at me. “That was my plan.”
He slides his hands to my lower back and pulls me against him, settling our bodies together. I gaze at him, my beautiful knight, struck by how invincible he has always been, how powerful, how certain of his place in the world. Nothing and no one has ever defeated him.