That's as far as I can get them without taking off my boots, but it's enough.
He presses his palm against me, over my panties.
The soft cotton fabric makes for perfect friction.
I'm already on fire.
I stare at our reflection as Dean teases me. He rubs me over my panties. He toys with my nipple. He rocks his hips, grinding his hard-on against my ass.
Anticipation and need overtake every last thought. I forget that it's been two years. That I have new tits. That the test results are waiting for me.
I forget everything but how badly I need him.
I rock my hips to grind against him. "Fuck me. Please."
"Here?" He motions to the mirror. His pupils dilate as he stares at our reflection. His breath hitches. His fingers curl into my skin.
He looks as needy as I feel.
And I want that more than I want to come. More than I want to forget. More than anything.
I want to drive him out of his mind.
Only…
How the hell do I do that?
I'm not a blushing virgin anymore, but I'm not some kind of sex goddess either.
I'm out of my element.
I make eye contact through the mirror. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you groaning my name like it's your favorite thing in the world."
My sex clenches. He's good at this.
He runs his fingertips over the waistband of my panties. "I want you coming on my cock."
Yes. My nod is heavy. Needy. Achy. Or maybe that's my everything.
"Turn around."
I try, but my jeans are at my calves. It's hard to move.
Dean wraps his arms around me. In one swift motion, he lifts me and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down flat on my back then drops between my knees.
Slowly, he undoes the laces of my boot and peels it off my foot.
Then the sock.
The other foot.
He rolls my jeans off my ankles and drops them on the ground in front of him.
Then he does the same with my underwear.