Part 25 (1/2)
Wincing, I do, feeling my damp cleft open for his view alone. His breath escapes in a rush.
Oh, how I want to look over my shoulder and see him-all sweaty and muscular, his eyes burning with l.u.s.t as he stares at my spread p.u.s.s.y, his c.o.c.k sticking straight out and his hand stroking up and down the shaft...
But I can't see him. I press my face into the pillow again and wait. The head of his c.o.c.k rubs deliciously against my folds before he sinks into me again with a rough groan. I shriek, my whole body jerking forward as he grips my a.s.s and starts to thrust.
In this position, he's harder to take, impossibly big, his c.o.c.k firing me with both need and apprehension. I grip the silk ties and struggle to take him, my head filling with the wet, smacking sound of our bodies slapping together. Cries spill from my throat with every deep plunge, my nerves blazing with heat.
”f.u.c.k, you feel incredible,” Dean mutters. ”Like a tight, hot glove... look at how you spread your legs so well... such a good girl... so f.u.c.king perfect.”
His words pour over me, flooding me with pleasure, l.u.s.t, love. Sweat drips into my eyes. Despite the shocking sense of vulnerability, I know I could crouch here forever, letting him drive into me over and over again, but the pressure inside mounts, coiling through me like a whip ready to strike.
”Please, sir,” I beg, turning toward him over my shoulder even though I can't see him. ”I'm so close... I need to come...”
”You don't get to come first,” he says, giving my a.s.s a little stinging spank. ”I do.”
A shudder rocks through me. ”Then I... oh, I want to feel it, sir, please let me. Come inside me, come on my a.s.s... wherever you want. Whatever you want... please.”
He plunges into me once and pulls out, and I know he's stroking his c.o.c.k. A burn scorches me as I see him in my mind's eye, his head back and his hand wrapped around his shaft as he thrusts into the vise of his fist. His shout vibrates against my skin the instant before warm seed splashes over my a.s.s. I moan, wiggling my lower body, desperate to escape the restraints.
”Dean.” My voice cracks, on the verge of breaking.
He moves swiftly to unfasten the ties and pulls me against his sweaty body, his arms coming around me in the strong, secure haven I know so well. I sink against him, panting and still aching for release. He lowers his lips to my ear and slides his hands over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
”I love you,” he whispers, his breath hot. ”You're so G.o.dd.a.m.ned beautiful you break my heart in two. I will climb mountains and cross oceans to get to you. You fill every f.u.c.king part of me, my blood, my heart, my soul. I will slay monsters for you until the end of time. And I will make you come so hard you'll see stars.”
I can't speak. I'm shaking, trembling, aching. And when Dean slides his hand between my legs and rubs my c.l.i.t, I explode like a rocket. A scream rips from my throat as I buck against his hand, a torrent of vibrations trembling violently through me.
Dean's voice is a low, deep whisper against my ear, a stream of praise filling me with as much bliss as the physical release. Tears stream down my cheeks and dampen the blindfold. I turn, pressing my face against Dean's chest as the sensations slide from my body.
We lie there for a long time, his arms around me, our bodies pressed together. Then he tugs the blindfold off me and brushes my hair away from my sticky forehead. I blink, momentarily off-balance as my eyes adjust to sight and light again. The bedcovers are rumpled, the silk ties tangled on the pillow.
Dean cups his hand beneath my chin and lifts my face to his. Love floods me at the sight of him-his beautiful, gold-flecked eyes warm with tenderness, the sharp angles of his cheekbones flushed with heat, his hair tousled and falling over his forehead.
”Hey, beauty,” he says.
I smile. ”Hi, professor.”
Dean kisses my forehead and pulls me to him. All thought slides away as I relax against his solid strength, and we settle together into the fluffy pillows.
Before long my eyelids start to droop. As the haze of sleep descends, I have the fuzzy thought that I need to call Kelsey and at least say goodnight to Nicholas...
I wake with a start, disoriented and confused until I feel Dean's warm body next to mine. He threads his hand through my hair.
”Midnight,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep. ”Tomorrow is Sat.u.r.day, your day off. Archer and Kelsey are taking care of Nicholas until late afternoon.”
”Oh.” Relief washes over me, and I sink against him with a sigh. ”You mean we can stay here all day?”
”We're going to stay here all day,” he replies, skimming his fingers down my spine. ”Now that I have you, I'm not letting you go.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
OLIVIA.
Our night is an echo of the ones we used to spend together. We doze for an hour before pulling ourselves from the allure of sleep and back toward each other. Our lips meet lazily, I run my hand down Dean's chest, and he tugs my bare leg over his hips. We make love again but slowly, a marked contrast to the rawness of our previous encounter.
In a drowsy haze, the air scented with l.u.s.t and cherries, I let Dean pull me on top of him and position his c.o.c.k at the opening of my body. I slide down onto his shaft, welcoming the faint twinge of pain because it reminds me of how completely I've been taken.
”Oh.” I lower my head to kiss him, my hair falling into a veil on either side of us, coc.o.o.ning us in our own private world.
Tension coils through Dean's body as he grips my hips and thrusts inside me, the head of his c.o.c.k hitting the sweet spot that makes me burn. I curl my fingers against his chest and ride him, feeling every inch of his stiff flesh, the exquisite friction on my c.l.i.t, the powerful strength of his body beneath me.
”Come on, beauty.” He captures my lower lip between his teeth, his fingers digging into my hips. ”Work yourself on me, nice and hard. Ah, f.u.c.k, that's it. Sit up. I want to look at you when you come.”
I pull myself to sitting, a hot flush sweeping over me as his gaze rakes down my naked, sweaty body. Any self-consciousness I might have felt dissolves in the face of his desire.
It's so f.u.c.king hot-the burn in his eyes, the intensity of his expression, the way he looks as if he wants to devour me. I s.h.i.+ft my hips up and down, faster, my b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing and my whole body saturated with s.h.i.+vers.
”Dean, I'm going to... oh, G.o.d...”
”Yeah. Show me. f.u.c.king tell me.”
”I'm going to come,” I gasp, bracing my hands on his chest as our eyes clash through the l.u.s.t-drenched air. ”I feel you so deep inside me, so big. Oh, it's so good, I want more... more... oh!”
The instant I start to come, Dean grabs the length of my hair and pulls me down to him, our lips cras.h.i.+ng together. I moan into his mouth, still pumping up and down on his c.o.c.k as the o.r.g.a.s.m shudders through my body, waves flooding and peaking.
Before the vibrations have ebbed, I sit up and start moving faster again, my gaze on his face as the urgency builds inside me with increasing force. An intense, heady sense of power fills me as I work my husband to an o.r.g.a.s.m, feeling his muscles flexing and tensing, his hoa.r.s.e groans breaking through the air.
”Ah, f.u.c.k, Liv. So close... faster, baby... yeah, like that... ah!”
Hot splashes of seed fill me as his body arches upward, pus.h.i.+ng deeper inside me. I squeeze my inner walls, milking the final pulses from him as he crests the wave and slides down the other side. There are few things more beautiful in the world than making my husband come so hard that I'll feel him inside me for the next day.
I sink against him, and we fall into another light doze, our bodies wrapped together like the entwining vines of a plant. We wake again in early morning only to order a delectable room-service meal of coffee, eggs, a basketful of flaky croissants, and fresh strawberries, which Dean feeds to me in bed before we indulge in a hot, soapy shower together.
After another drowsy nap, I look at the clock and almost laugh when I see that it's past noon. Noon on a Sat.u.r.day, and Dean is still sleeping. My body feels delicious-warm, sated, and loose, like melted honey is running through my veins, like I've been soaking in bubbling hot springs and lying naked in the sun.
Or like I've been intensely and exquisitely f.u.c.ked by my gorgeous husband. I press a kiss to his smooth shoulder and slide out of bed carefully so as not to wake him.
The purple silk scarf falls to the floor. I pick it up and wind it around my neck before going in search of something to wear that isn't my crumpled lingerie or raincoat.
I use the bathroom and tug my hair into a ponytail. There's a travel bag on the bathroom counter. Inside, there's a clean pair of yoga pants, a T-s.h.i.+rt, and slip-on shoes. Of course Dean would have thought of everything.
I dress and go into the main room. The curtains are still drawn, revealing a bright, sunny sky and the glittering expanse of the lake. I find my purse on a chair near the front door and rummage around for my cell phone, which I haven't even looked at in close to twenty-four hours.
I hadn't even thought of checking it. Heck, I hadn't thought of anything except how incredible it was to be alone with my husband again.
A slew of texts runs across the screen of my phone. My heart stutters with fear in the instant before I remember Kelsey or Archer would have contacted Dean if anything had happened to Nicholas.