Page 36 of Don't Speak
“I told you not to move, and you disobeyed, little lioness. So that’s one orgasm you don’t get to have.” I put the shower head back on its holder and place her hands back on the wall. I grab my cock, stroking it a few times before I grab her hips and pull them back a little.
“Now, be a good fucking girl, and don’t move this time,” I growl before lining myself up with her entrance and sliding in slowly. She’s drenched for me, just like I knew she would be. Once I’m all the way inside her, I take my hands and place them on top of hers. I begin to slowly thrust in and out, drawing pleasure from her achingly slow. Her moans echo off the tile, my own escaping me at the sound of her. I lean down and bite her shoulder, following it up with my tongue to soothe the sting. This feeling of being inside her is pure ecstasy. At this moment, that ache in my chest returns, gripping my heart like a vice and squeezing it. She’s fully succumbed to me, putting all of her trust in me. That foreign feeling oflovemakes my heart pound, and in this moment, I know there’s nothing that could tear me apart from her. Even if she doesn’t want anything to do with me after she finds out who I am, I will fight for her until she has no other choice but to let me back in.
“Fuck, Dean. You feel so fucking good,” she groans, and I feel her pussy clench around me. I remove my right hand from hers and lightly trail my fingers down her spine before reaching her perky ass. Taking my thumb, I circle it around her hole. She tenses a bit, but I continue fucking her slowly, thrusting deep inside her before pulling out and doing it again. I know she’s going to go crazy soon and want me to fuck her harder, but I love drawing it out of her this way first. I love slowly bringing her to a climax and watching her tumble over the edge. She looks so beautiful when she comes undone around me.
After a couple more circles, I breach her tight hole just slightly. She moans at my actions, giving me all the permissionI need to move forward. I ease into her some more, my pace matching that of my dick. She loses it, and I have to fight back everything inside me not to come at the immense amount of trust she is giving me with her body.
“Dean, faster, please. I need you to go faster,” she begs.
“As you wish, baby,” I say, and I do as she asks. My pace increases, and the sound of my hips pounding against her ass fills the room. My thumb is now inside her ass to the knuckle, and I just keep it there, having no intentions of going further for what I can only assume is her first time.
“Y-yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop,” she breathes.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” It’s at this moment that I realize my own sense of safety. I feel safe with her, too. She completes the missing parts of me I’ve so desperately wanted to feel again.
I feel the tingle in my spine start to form, and I know I am going to come soon. With my thumb in her ass, I take my left hand and reach around to her clit, beginning my assault on her clit once more. Her pussy immediately clenches tighter around my dick before she exclaims, “I’m gonna come!”
And she does immediately. Her pussy spasms, and she lets go around me, still being the good girl I asked her to be by keeping her hands on the wall. Watching her fall apart like this sends me over the edge, and I pick up more speed. “I’m gonna come inside you, baby. I’m gonna fill this pussy up,” I grunt. I pull my thumb from her ass and place both hands on her hips, slamming into her one-two-three more times before I fall off the edge with her.
We stay connected for a few moments, breathing heavily before I slide out of her, a mix of both of our cum falling to the shower floor. When I spin her to face me, she looks up at me with a grin, looking utterly satiated.
“Thanks for that,” she tells me, and I chuckle at her bluntness.
“Anytime, baby.” I grin back.
We finish our showers and get out, getting dressed for our day. At this point, it’s almost noon.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” she asks, as if I’d be anywhere else.
“I’ll be here,” I assure her. She kisses me on the lips before she walks over to Simba. “Be a good boy for Dean. Dean is good. Don’t scare him away,” she tells him before giving him a few under-the-chin scratches.
I walk her to the door before giving her one last kiss. “Y’all be careful today.”
“We will. I’ll be home mid-morning tomorrow.”
“Sounds good, baby. See you then. Have fun,” I tell her, and she walks out to her car. I stand there, waving at her as she backs out of the driveway before returning to the house. I walk into the living room, meeting Simba’s gaze, who is sitting on the coffee table.
“Well, Simba. I’ve got some time to kill. How about watching Cats?” I chuckle, laughing at my own joke. I really can’t be becoming a cat person.
For now, I’ll hang around here. Once it gets dark, I’ll head to the cabin.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“What are you smiling about over there? Amelia asks from the nail salon chair beside me.
I look over at her, biting my lower lip and grinning. “Dean.” I blush.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you this happy. It looks good on you.”
“What does?” I ask.
“Happiness,” she responds.
I look at her, thankful to have her as my best friend. She’s always loved me for exactly who I am. Our girls’ day has been relaxing so far. We started the morning off by going to Thanks-a-Latte Cafè and getting breakfast and coffee. Then we came here first for a pedi. I think after this, we’re going to hit up that bookstore in town, maybe a few clothing stores, grab lunch, and then head back to her place. Her husband is at some car show in another state, so we have the house to ourselves.
“Thank you, buddy,” I whisper, smiling at her.
“Have you gotten any more of those pictures?”
