Page 23 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Then he’s on me.
Dean kisses me as if he’s seconds away from drowning and I’m the air his lungs desperately need.
His arm wraps around my lower back, stepping between my legs and pinning me in place, all while never breaking our kiss. The feel of his hard length pressing against my inner thigh, only inches away from where I desperately want him, has me groaning into the kiss. Dean responds to the sound, grabbing both my thighs in his hands and lifting me from my seat.
My legs wrap around him on instinct, and I cling to him as he moves. He only takes a few steps before setting me down on my kitchen table. Dean wedges himself back between my thighs, only this time, when he grinds against me, his cock brushes beautifully against my clit. I’m practically panting when he finally breaks the kiss, but his lips never leave my skin. He trails down my neck, nipping, sucking, and teasing every spot his mouth touches and making my skin erupt in goose bumps. When he makes it to my collarbone, he releases his hold on one of my thighs. With a gentle touch, he traces a finger along the edge of my bra.
I finally open my eyes and am two seconds away from ripping the fabric off myself and begging him to stop playing with me when movement over his shoulder catches my eye.
Cora is sitting in the doorway to my kitchen, staring directly at us. I laugh and lightly push Dean away. I can see the protest and question in his eyes, so I point behind him.
“As much as I would love to keep going, having an audience is not my thing.”
Dean glances over his shoulder, groaning at the sight of his pup watching us without a care in the world.
“Girl, with everything I do for you, don’t you dare cockblock me now,” he tells her while placing his hands back on my thighs. They rub up and down, even as his attention is elsewhere.
I peek at Cora, who yawns in response to Dean before lying down with her front paws and head on my discarded shirt.
“Would it be rude to go to the bedroom and shut her?—”
My words are cut off by Dean bending forward, pressing his shoulder into my stomach, and in one swift movement, my world is turned upside down. He bands one arm around my thighs and another at my hip to hold me in place. Planting my hands just above his ass so my face doesn’t bounce around and hit him, I laugh. Cora immediately perks up, running over and jumping on Dean’s legs to get to me.
“Sorry, Cora. All you had to do was not be a peeping Tom,” Dean tells her, crossing through my living room to my stairs. When he reaches the bottom, he pauses long enough to tell his dog to sit and stay. She must hear the same seriousness in his tone that I do because she doesn’t even try to nudge forward to sneak after us.
“Good girl.” Dean praises the dog before starting up my stairs with me tossed over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“I could have walked, you know,” I say, words airy and strained as he heads down the hallway to my room.
“Then I wouldn’t have this beautiful ass so close to my face,” he says. He pushes my gym shorts up and out of the way a bit so he can rub a palm over my butt cheek.
Entering my room, he beelines for my bed and tosses me down. I bounce a bit but manage to steady myself. Dean doesn’t linger, turning back to the door and shutting it. While he prowls toward me, I reach behind my back to unclip my bra hooks. As the straps fall down my shoulders, his hungry gaze drops to my breasts.
“Fucking beautiful.” His voice is gravelly and my stomach swoops in anticipation.
He makes it to the end of the bed and sinks to his knees, then wraps his hand around my ankle. Tugging me forward with an ease that somehow surprises me, Dean doesn’t stop until I’m positioned with my pussy directly in front of him. He finds the waistband of my shorts and removes them and my underwear in one swift movement.
Dean kisses the inside of my thigh while guiding my leg over his shoulder before looking up at me with a smile that practically turns me into a puddle.
“I missed you.”
My cheeks flush at his admission, but before I can respond, he dives forward, and all words leave my brain. His tongue gets right to work, delving inside me. He groans at the contact and the light vibration of the sound adds to the sensations spreading through my body. My hips move of their own accord, grinding against his face as I chase after the building orgasm.
The sounds that escape my lips don’t fully register. I’m pretty sure I say his name, almost positive that I repeat it over and over as his fingers find my clit.
“That’s it, beautiful. Let me hear you as you come all over my face.”
He switches tactics, flattening his tongue over my clit and thrusting two fingers into my pussy. I’m briefly aware of my head nodding, the sound of my begging filling the air, but I can’tstop. Can’t think of anything but the way he drags my body higher and higher.
“Come, Ari,” Dean demands, curling his fingers and finding the bundle of nerves inside me that he knows will set me off.
Black spots dance at the corner of my visions as my release washes over me. Time could stop, could slow, or even move at warp speed, and I would be none the wiser. Dean doesn’t stop. He gentles his touch but continues his ministrations and never removes his attention from my clit until it all becomes too much.
My hand is still tingling when I reach for his head and try to push him away. He places a gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh, then repeats the action on the other before kissing his way up my stomach and chest. All I can do is lie there, a puddle of unmovable bones and light giggles as he makes his way up my body.
Only when he’s sprawled out above me, his mouth hovering inches from my lips, do I realize that he’s still fully dressed.
Dean cups my cheek in his palm, his thumb lightly moving back and forth as he smiles down at me.
