even in a fantasy, I could feel your shaft pulsing inside me, feel my pussy clenching around you…god, Dean, just a few little tickles on my clit and I’d come so hard I had to bite down on the pillow to stop myself from screaming your name…”
“Christ.” He pulled at the hem of my shirt. “I’m going to come right now if you keep that up.”
I blinked innocently. “You mean you didn’t fantasize at all while you were gone?”
“I fantasized, all right. Mostly about what I was going to do to you when I got back.”
“Tell me.”
He shook his head, his mouth curving with a wicked grin.
“I’m not going to tell you,” he said. “I’m going to show you.”
Lust and anticipation flickered through me. I slid my hand down the plane of his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen to the front of his towel. I cupped his erection in my hand, my own body responding with a surge of heat.
I put my hand on his stomach and pushed him back so I could unknot the towel and pull it off him. My breath caught at the sight of his beautiful, thick cock half-rising from his groin, the shaft still damp from his shower.
“Oh my.” I pressed my thighs together and shivered, thinking our reality was so much better than any fantasy.
I watched hungrily as he moved his hand down to grasp his cock, stroking his fist up and down the shaft with the slow, easy rhythm I loved.
He nodded to my shirt and yoga pants. “Off.”
I wasted no time shucking the shirt over my head and reaching for the clasp of my bra. My breasts popped free, my nipples already hard. I felt Dean’s hot gaze lock onto them, and I made a point of wiggling a bit excessively to pull my pants off.
“Ah, fuck.” His breath escaped on a groan as he watched my breasts, heavier with milk since I was still nursing, bounce and sway with every movement.
“Push them together,” he ordered.
Excitement shivered through me. I loved it when he fucked my breasts, and the act was even more deliciously submissive when I was lying on my back and he straddled my waist—all hot, hard male looming over me like a dark shadow. His eyes burned into me as he positioned his cock at my cleavage and thrust. I couldn’t get enough of the sight—the glossy head of his cock appearing and disappearing between my pillowy cleavage, my flesh hugging his slick shaft.
I twisted my nipples, pulling a rush of hot air into my lungs as a current of sparks shot to my clit. I was still wearing my panties, and the cotton was getting wet between my legs.
“Dean.” My voice was strained, thick with longing.
He stopped, his chest heaving and his hand braced against the wall above me. He moved lower on my body and slid his hands over my torso, his touch lighting a path of heat across my skin. I shifted, reaching to push my underwear down, but he stopped me and shook his head.
“Leave them on,” he said.
I stared at him, wondering exactly what he had in mind. He knelt between my legs, pushing them gently apart before running a finger up and down my damp panties.
“You’re just all wet down here, aren’t you?” he said, lust darkening his eyes to black as he edged his finger under the elastic. “Wet and hungry.”
“Oh, yes,” I breathed, wiggling my hips to encourage him to touch me deeper. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
I fully expected him to yank the underwear off me, but instead he just pulled the elastic aside farther, stretching it to my thigh.
“Open up, sweetheart.” He shot me a wicked grin and edged closer, fitting his cock right up against my slit.
In one surge, he thrust into me, filling me so hard and deep that a shriek tore from my throat. He twisted his fingers into my panties, holding them off to the side so he could fuck me. It was a strange and intensely erotic feeling—him pumping in and out of me as the panties tightened around my thigh and dug into the crevice of my ass, stimulating me in all sorts of secret places.
He eased out of me and sat back, his chest heaving and glistening with sweat. He released the elastic band of my underwear, and it snapped back into place with a pleasurable little twinge. He made a circling gesture with his forefinger.