“Are you sure?”
“I’ve lived more in the last twenty-four hours than I have the last twenty years.”
“Then let’s keep living.”
His fingers untie my shirt and he shoves it down my arms. My tank top does nothing to hide my body’s reaction to him. His hands slide up my sides to just cup the outside as his thumbs thrum over my peaked nipples, sending lightning bolts between my legs.
There are moments in time when a person wonders the right road, but no matter the mud, the snow, the rain, the potholes, I want to be on the ride with him. It’s something so deep inside of me that I wonder if we are made of the same universe matter. Heisthe match to my fire, and the heart to my soul.
I lift his t-shirt over his chest and my hands explore every bump and mogul of man as he removes it. He’s not beefy. He’s toned. His stomach is flat with taut abs and I trace a route through all of them.
He backs me to the bed as I continue my journey up to his chest. A sprinkle of brown hair between his pecs curls into tight ringlets.
“You’re so hard,” I say and clamp my eyes closed hearing what I actually said.
Dean lifts my chin. “Open your eyes.” He’s smiling when I do. “Kenz, hey, you know what? I am hard everywhere… foryou. I want you to stop worrying about what you say and I want to see that strong woman that made me hard enough to drive nails when I was behind bars. She’s the real you, right?”
He’s right. My mother has raised me to be self-sufficient, to know who I am, and to not back down from a challenge.
He’s not a challenge. He’s the one.
I turn us around and work his belt buckle. My lips press a road down the middle of his abs and when I push his jeansand boxers to the ground, I’m face to face with something more impressive than I could ever have imagined.
Thick. Veiny. Purple mushroom head.
“Wow.”
He grabs my hand and wraps it around, showing me his desired touch. “Rock it with a tight fist.”
“I can’t get my hand around it.”
“Then concentrate on the head. That’s where it’s most sensitive and…” He moans when I jack the skin near his head, just brushing over the head as my hand moves. “Fuck, like that, yes.”
I love making him feel and react. His cock swells in my hand and he grunts, his hips pulling the hardness from my grasp.
“Now you.” He lifts my tank top. His hands round to my back and he frees my breasts. “Damn, you’re perfect.”
“No, no one is.”
He stills. “You’re right, but you’re fucking close, Kenz.”
Warm hands cradle my breasts and I work my jeans down my legs. I’m starting to pulse in my core and my thighs start to tighten uncomfortably. I’m going to go off like a firecracker at this rate.
Lips caress my nipple and my knees buckle.
“To the bed, baby.” He pulls back the covers. “We’re going to go slow and you have the say, always.”
I scoot back on the bed, my bare body in full view. “I want you. My body is vibrating for you, Dean. It almost feels like I’m going to explode into a million pieces.”
“That is the idea.” He stares at me.
“What?”
“Touch yourself, Kenz. Show me how you pleasure yourself, so I know what you like.”
I swallow down fears. Spreading my dewy lips, I grab some of my juices and bring two fingers to my clit, pressing down androtating over the hard nub. My breath starts to quicken and I squirm in the bed as my body tingles from the inside out.
“God, that’s beautiful.” He licks his lips. “I need to taste you. Just keep going.”