find out.”
Dean smiles, pressing his face into the blanket as his entirely-clothed body shakes with laughter. “You’re so bossy.”
“It’s the lingerie,” I reply and curl into him while reaching for the button on his jeans.
“You’re not in charge right now.” He grabs my hand and stills it. “Lie back again.”
I suck in a deep breath while he slowly drags his fingers along my hip bone and teases the hem of my panties. He watches me hungrily as I writhe on the bed in anticipation. When he finally steals his fingers inside the fabric and gives my center one gentle swipe, I practically preen like a cat.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He growls an approving noise.
“I could have told you that.” I level him with a look, my arousal-drunk eyes blinking slowly at him before I gasp and arch off the bed.
Dean plunged a thick, long finger inside me without warning, and oh my God, this is where I die.
“And so tight,” he says reverently.
I groan, my hips greedily thrusting up into his touch, begging for more. “A year, Dean.”
“We’re going to make up for that tonight,” he says, and I hear the rustle of the bed as he moves down to stand between my legs.
His erection is straining against his jeans as he peels my panties off, dropping them to the floor to expose my bare center to his watchful eyes. His fingers trail slowly up my legs as he kneels and blows a cool breeze over my center.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, bucking up toward him in surprise. Have I ever been this turned on in my entire life?
The answer is no. A resounding NO.
“I’m going to taste you now, Norah,” Dean says, and I have to close my eyes because I can’t watch. It’s all too much.
He spreads my thighs with his large, warm hands as his mouth descends onto my sex. He flattens his tongue along my clit before pulsating it against me and causing a riot of heat to shoot through my limbs, all the way down to the tips of my toes that are now curling into his shoulders.
The build is instant. Way too instant. Is premature orgasm a thing for women? Because…
“Oh, my God!” I scream when Dean tilts his head and sucks with animalistic intensity.
But apparently, he knows what he’s doing because something inside me snaps, and my entire body erupts as hard pulses of aftershock shoot through me, causing my stomach to tighten as I cover my face in embarrassment.
That…was quick.
I feel Dean’s huff of laughter against my inner thigh, and I glance down at him. “Something funny down there?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing funny at all.” He stands and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “You should lose control more often. It looks good on you.”
I melt into the mattress as Dean begins to disrobe. “I need a minute,” I state, unsure I’ll be able to handle the image of Dean naked so soon after a mind-shattering orgasm.
“No breaks,” he clips, pulling his shirt off his shoulders.
“Why no breaks?”
“You’re letting go, Norah. Don’t take over.”
My eyes wander from Dean’s face to his tanned shoulders. They’re broad and smooth and curved with the perfect amount of muscle. Not too big, but nowhere near small. His abs are outlined more distinctly with each harsh breath, and the line of his hip bones point right to his erection, something that should be sculpted someday.
When he undoes his jeans and reveals his erection, giving it room to breathe, I gape. Yes, I saw it last night, but standing there with it pointing at me, throbbing with need, I really appreciate the sight of it more.
It’s a good-looking dick.
It’d be a Main-Event, front and center croinut for sure.
If I were willing to share…which, I’m not.
Dean extracts a condom from his jeans and rolls it on with a deft ease I don’t really want to think about right now. The bed dips as he crawls up between my legs.
“How’s your ass?” he asks, staring at my lips with hunger.
“Closed for business,” I deadpan.
His body shakes on top of me with his silent laughter. “I wasn’t asking for anal, sugar…just making sure you’re feeling good.”
My brows lift. “I just orgasmed on your face in less than a minute. I think it’s safe to say I’m feeling alright.”
He smiles and dips his head to kiss me. It’s sweet and intimate, surprising since this is only a casual thing, but it feels right. I rake my nails along his back and kiss him with