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Brinley
I slept nightmare-free that night as it seemed to be the case now that my life was coming together. Let's be real, it may have been the orgasms, but I'm pretty sure it was because my heart knew I'd found my home, wherever Dean was. The dark nightmares couldn't reach me anymore. My present was too bright.
I woke up with a smile on my face and a hard body at my back. A hand was rubbing down my leg, then up past my hips to cup my bare breast. Given the steel rod that was nudging my backside, I think this was what they said happened to guys in the morning. If he was bringing out his play toys, I was all too happy to play.
I was about to turn in his arms when his hand came between my legs and parted my lips. His finger found my clit with remarkable speed. My breathing picked up and, like a light switch, I was turned on. I ground my hips back onto his cock, loving the evidence of his arousal.
Dean growled behind me and lifted my leg. He braced his leg between mine and then fitted his cock between my legs. With one big thrust, he was inside.
I found I was a little sore, but not so much that I would put a stop to the morning wake-up. Dean kept thrusting while his arm stayed wrapped around my waist and his fingers tapped on my clit. I was almost ready to tip over the edge when he pulled out and lifted me up with him.
"I gotta see your beautiful face, sweetheart," Dean said as he pushed my hair back from my face. He sat on the bed with the headboard up against his back and pulled me on his lap so I was straddling him, my legs criss-crossed behind him.
"Ride me, baby," he ordered while his hands played with my breasts.
"I don't know how." I was embarrassed to admit it, but I didn't know how to do what he wanted.
He lifted me up and with one hand on his cock, he guided me back down until he was fully seated inside me. "Just do what feels good. There's no wrong way to do it."
I wasn't so sure about that, but used my legs to grind on his lap, anyway. I didn't know if it was right, but it felt damn good, so I kept going. My hands left his shoulders and grabbed the headboard behind him for better leverage.
I looked down and saw my breasts rubbing across his smiling face. I smiled down at him and teased him by never letting my nipples get close enough to his mouth. When he'd had enough, he grabbed my breasts and pushed them together on his face, attacking both nipples with his tongue, one after the other.
I was beginning to feel that tingly feeling again, and I picked up my pace.
"You wanna come, sweetheart?" he asked me, his mouth full of my breast.
"Yes--yes I do," I groaned.
"Do it, baby," he commanded as he pinched my clit with his fingers.
The pleasure-pain felt so good. So good it rocketed me straight to my orgasm. My eyes squeezed shut and my head drooped to Dean's shoulder.
"Hang on," I heard him grunt at me.
His hands grabbed my hips and moved me up and down his length even though my legs were limp. Thank God the man had muscles on top of muscles. I couldn't have kept up that pace, even if I hadn't just had the best orgasm ever. Well, at least the best one so far today.
He finally slammed home and breathed my name, his fingers digging into my hips. We lay there, me on top of him, slumped down the headboard for quite a while. He trailed his fingers up and down my back, smoothing the hair from my face. When my legs went numb, I lifted my head from his shoulder and awkwardly climbed off of him.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to take a shower when he pulled me back, an arm around my waist.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear.
I turned and kissed his nose. "I love you too."
The party was in full swing and I was breathing my way through it. I was facing my fear, but I definitely wasn't over it yet. This many people, all in my apartment, expecting me to be a normal host, was a lot of pressure. We were even serving alcohol, and I hadn't had a panic attack yet, so I counted that a victory over my phobias.
I was dressed in a short skirt and a tight top that left two to three inches of midriff showing. I had no issue showing skin, I mean come on. I wore a bikini at my job. But I was for sure out of my comfort zone with the three inch heels Bailey had insisted I wear. Shasta had done my makeup in her usual flair. Then when she was preoccupied with the food set-up situation, Esa took me into the bathroom and took half the make-up off.
I didn't really care what I looked like, except for the fact that Dean choked on his beer when he saw me all dressed up. He'd come over and kissed me, whispering I'd need to wear the heels later tonight. Something about flipping my skirt up and bending me over the bed. I wasn't sure of the logistics, but I was up for trying anything with him.
Everyone was super nice, and I met a lot of the other volleyball players that I'd only briefly talked to on the court. They all seemed happy to be on a more casual, friendly basis with me. Lots of balloons and flowers covered the surfaces of my furniture. I found out it's a big deal to the whole volleyball community when someone makes Pro and joins the "big kid" ranks.
I went to check on the food supply and walked in on Dean and Esa whispering to each other in the kitchen. "Uh oh, you two plotting something?" I raised my eyebrow at them.
Esa just smiled. "Dean owes me one from a favor I did for him a while back. I've just come to collect."
