Part 15 (1/2)

The sound of our breathing filled the air as he loaded the brush again and painted lather between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, across my chest, down to my belly. The spicy scent filled the air, tinged with the aroma of eucalyptus.

”Too bad it's not whipped cream,” I remarked, my voice thick with arousal. ”So you could lick it off.”

His eyes darkened with heat. ”I'll put that on the list for tomorrow.”

I could hardly wait.

Dean ran the brush in circles over my nipples, the sensation firing electric sparks down to my core. I wiggled closer to him, tightening my knees around his waist, sharply aware of the heavy bulge pressing against the towel.

I trailed my fingers over his washboard torso and down to the front of the towel. His breath escaped on a hiss when I closed my hand around the hard length of his erection.

”Christ, Liv,” he whispered, moving his lips across my cheek to my mouth. ”One touch from you, and I want to come like you wouldn't believe.”

My heart raced. I tightened my grip on his shaft. ”If I keep touching you, would you...”

”I'll do anything you want.” He lifted his head to press kisses over the side of my neck, pus.h.i.+ng his hips forward so that his c.o.c.k slid farther into my fist.

”Anything,” he repeated, running his hands over my slick, lather-coated b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I shuddered, arching my back to press my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his hands, moving my lips closer to his ear.

”Would you come on my p.u.s.s.y?” I whispered boldly.

”f.u.c.k, Liv.” A shudder racked his body, and his shaft pulsed in my hand. ”You sure as h.e.l.l don't have to ask.”

I s.h.i.+fted, releasing him momentarily to push the towel off him. The sight of his big, erect c.o.c.k sticking straight out from his groin elicited a hot throb of longing. I licked my lips and wrapped my fingers around his erection.

We both watched as I stroked my hand up and down his shaft. As much as I loved the feeling of him inside me, on top of me, driving both our pleasures, now I wanted to be the one in control. I wanted him helpless at my touch.

I used my other hand to scoop up a handful of shaving lather from my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then spread it over his erection and continued to work my hand up and down. A groan rumbled through his chest as he pushed his hips forward again, f.u.c.king my fist. He gripped my hips, lowering his head to my neck again and licking a path from my collarbone to my shoulder.

”You make me crazy,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. He moved his hands to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbing and stroking them. ”You're so d.a.m.n s.e.xy and so f.u.c.king sweet. Whenever I look at you, half the time I can't decide if I want to hug you or rip off your clothes and pound into you until you scream.”

Heat fired through my blood. ”You... you could do both.”

His husky laugh vibrated against my shoulder. ”Then I will. Indefinitely.”

My heart thumped at his use of the word indefinitely. Now that we were together, that word had never sounded more powerful and significant.

Dean lifted his head to look at me. ”Did I say something wrong?”

I loved that he was concerned, even with both of us half-naked and me still stroking his hard c.o.c.k. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his neck.

”No,” I a.s.sured him. ”You never say anything wrong, Dean. You say everything right.”

In response, he glided his hands over my slick b.r.e.a.s.t.s again and down to unfasten the loose knot of my belt. After pus.h.i.+ng it open, he rubbed me through my panties. I gasped, squirming closer to encourage him to press harder, my grip on his erection loosening.

”Look at that,” he murmured, his gaze on the cotton stretched over my s.e.x. ”So hot and wet you're soaked right through your panties.”

A shudder rocked me. ”G.o.d, Dean.”

He shot me a wicked smile. ”Why is that, beauty?”

”Because of you,” I whispered, faintly aware I was no longer exactly in control. If I ever was to begin with.

Dean grasped the waistband of my panties, and I obediently lifted my hips so he could pull them off. He tossed them on the floor and put his hands on my inner thighs, pressing them farther apart.

A waft of still-steamy air brushed my folds. I s.h.i.+vered again. My gaze went to Dean's c.o.c.k, and I tensed with the eager expectation that he would position himself between my legs and thrust into me. Instead he reached for the shaving brush again.

My breath stuttered in my throat. I watched as he rinsed the brush in warm water, then brought it between my legs. The instant the wet bristles touched my folds, I gasped.

”Oh, G.o.d...”

He cupped my chin again and captured my mouth in a hot, deep kiss as he swirled the shaving brush over my cleft. Urgency built inside me with volcanic force. The coa.r.s.e, soft bristles rubbed with delicious friction against my c.l.i.t, the traces of soap still left on the brush making my sensitive flesh tingle with heat. I gripped Dean's biceps and moaned against his mouth.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark with l.u.s.t. Without a word, he adjusted the brush, and then I felt the smooth, wooden handle press against the opening of my body. I gasped, my gaze flying to Dean's. Sweat glistened on his cheekbones, beads of water still coating his chest.

I s.h.i.+fted forward, easing myself onto the wooden handle, feeling it slide against my inner flesh. It wasn't long, but it was wide at the base with a shaft that narrowed before flaring into a thick k.n.o.b in the middle. By the time I'd wiggled myself up to that point, my entire body was throbbing with need. I clenched around the handle and leaned my forehead on Dean's chest.

”Dean.” A strain threaded my voice.

He edged his fingers into my p.u.s.s.y and rubbed my c.l.i.t. I closed my eyes as tension coiled through me, heightened by the shaft pressing inside me. Two strokes of Dean's adept fingers and I came with a shriek, vibrating around the brush handle as if it were his erection.

Before the tingles had begun to ebb, Dean pulled the handle from me and set the brush aside. He took my hand and guided it back to his c.o.c.k, now damp and slick with fluids.

Trembling, I rubbed his shaft, the smooth, warm flesh gliding in and out of my fist. Dean pushed his hips forward and, with a groan, shot over my spread p.u.s.s.y. We both watched, our breathing hot and heavy, as I continued slowly stroking the final pulses from his c.o.c.k, then released him to rub the fluids into my skin.

Dean's breath escaped in a rush. He gathered me into his arms and pulled me against him, the shaving lather still slippery on our skin.

”We need to take a shower,” I murmured.

”Mmm. I take no responsibility for what I might do to you in the shower.”

A pleasurable tingle of antic.i.p.ation ran through me. There was still so much I wanted to do with him. I didn't even know if a lifetime would be long enough for us.

I snuggled closer to Dean and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could do everything and anything with him. I trusted him with my heart, my soul, my life.

”You're going to need a new shaving brush,” I remarked.

”Are you kidding?” He pressed his lips to my temple. ”That's the only brush I'll ever use again.”

PART II.

CHAPTER TEN.

DEAN.