Page 46 of Take Me, Sir

“Is that a yes?”

Dean's fingers disappeared, leaving me feeling oddly empty. The thumb on my clit kept moving though, spiraling me higher with quick, deliberate movements.

“Perhaps,” he said. “Now, love, I want you to come so I can fuck your ass.”

I nodded, as if my agreement was really needed to let the pleasure wash over me. I rode it out with a new sort of abandon, knowing that Dean would be there to catch me at the end. I could simply let go and fly.

He waited until my body had stilled, and then I felt the head of his cock between my cheeks. I closed my eyes as he began to push, whimpering at the stretch and burn. He was wider than three fingers, and the muscles in my legs started to quiver as he eased his way inside.

His hand rested on the small of my back, thumb making small soothing circles against my skin even as he held me still.

“Let me in, Kyndall.” His voice took on a calm, gentle tone. “Accept it, love. All of it. Let yourself feel all of it. Let me make you feel good.”

I bit my bottom lip, let his words flow over me. I concentrated on each one, on the lilt of his accent, the way he pronounced things, how it thickened the more aroused he was.

My world narrowed down to him. To his voice. To the heat of his hand on my back. The hard muscles of his legs. The feel of his thick shaft filling me in a way I'd never been filled before. The pain was there, but in the background, almost an afterthought to everything else.

“Kyndall,” he groaned my name as he leaned over me, his chest against my back. “Fuck, love, that's so tight.” He pushed my hair back from my face and kissed my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I had too much going on in my head, too many sensations my brain was trying to process all at once. But I didn't want him to stop. That much was clear.

So he didn't. He moved slowly at first, letting my muscles get used to the new way my body was being used. His hand moved underneath me, fingers brushing over my clit, the touch almost too light to register. He pulled my hips up until I rested on my knees and elbows, his thrusts coming deeper and faster, his fingers pressing harder against my clit. I rocked back against him, the pain becoming something else, something almost too intense to be called pleasure, but definitely no longer unpleasant.

The orgasm caught me off-guard, ripping through me with a strength I hadn't imagined possible. My head dropped to the blanket, and I screamed, the thick fabric muffling the sound. Vaguely, I was aware of Dean shouting my name, along with a few curses. He slammed into me hard enough to make me scream again, pushing my climax higher until I blacked out.

When I came to, I was under my covers, Dean's body practically wrapped around me. I could feel the ache of muscles that weren't happy with me, and I knew sitting would be a bitch tomorrow, but I didn't regret it. Dean's slow, even breathing told me he was asleep, and I knew that should've made me nervous. I should have woken him up, maybe made some excuse to move around, let him excuse himself.

But I liked having his arms around me, his leg over mine. It wasn't claustrophobic or too warm. It felt safe. He felt safe.

So I didn't wake him up or even move. I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me again.

The next time I woke, he was gone, and I had a moment of disappointment before I smelled bacon. He'd stayed, and he was making breakfast. My stomach twisted, and I forced myself to go to the bathroom for a shower to give him the opportunity to sneak out if that was what he wanted to do. I didn't want to make any assumptions about where things were with us.

Or where I wanted them to be.

When I pulled on my robe and walked out to find him leaning against the counter with a plateful of bacon next to him, I couldn't deny the sharp longing that went through me. It might've been too much, too fast, but I had to admit that I'd fallen for him. Not just in a let's see where this goes kind of way, but the sort of falling that meant I wanted a future with this man.

The sort of falling that meant he had the ability to break my heart.

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