Page 79 of Remember (Symbols of Love 2)

“Dean . . . ,” I say, not sure whether it’s a plea for mercy or for more.

“Yes, baby, tell me what you want,” Dean says, his mouth hovering a mere inch from my pussy.

“I want your mouth, I want you.” And before I even finish he’s on me, his mouth so gentle, so soft, that my legs fall open even farther on their own.

He holds my legs open, eating me slowly, softly. His hands come up to grab my breasts, he kneads them. And just as I start to pant from the building orgasm, he moves his mouth from me, slides up my body and in one smooth move, slides inside, burying himself to the hilt.

While the oral he has given me was soft and almost reverent, his fucking isn't. He's unrestrained. His hands hold my knees up so that I'm folded in half and he pounds into me.

It’s amazing. Every single thrust is like the swipe of flint against stone, and soon a fire is raging inside of me. I match him, thrust for thrust. Soon we are both sweating; the sweat from his hair drips onto my chest and he dips his head to lick it off and captures my nipple at the same time.

His thrusts slow down, but their intensity increases and soon, I'm falling off the edge of the world.

My orgasm leaves me senseless. I cannot hear, or see, or taste. All I can do is feel. My entire body, every single nerve ending, is on fire. And I never want this to stop. I never want Dean to leave my body. I didn’t even know sex could be like this. I didn’t know any of this was possible.

And as Dean chases his orgasm, he grabs my headboard and uses it for leverage as he thrusts home. Each thrust is punctuated by a word.

“This. Is. A. Fucking. Dream. I. Don’t. Ever. Want. To Wake. Up. From.” And then he collapses on top of me, for a second letting me bear his full weight, and it feels incredible.

I wrap my tired arms around him, and he rolls to his side bringing me with him. My hair is a tangled mess and we are coated in sweat.

I have never been more content than I am now.

Dean is breathing hard next to me. When he catches his breath, he swings his legs off the bed and reaches out a hand to grab me.

“Come on, let’s get ready for bed. I’m fucking exhausted.”

I get up to join him. As we stand in the shower and then at the sink brushing our teeth, I know with a certainty I’ve only ever had about being a mother that I want this for the rest of my life.

33

May 2015

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The party is off to a great start. Milly has really outdone herself. There are so many details I would never have considered that she’s put into place, which are making the party a stress-free evening for our guests.

She rented out the entire parking lot next door so that guests had a place to park—easy and free. She chose a location with a huge open space that was already beautifully decorated. She hired an amazing caterer and sought-after bartender.

Music is wafting softly through the room. There is plenty of seating and we have a great view of the White House’s South Lawn and The Jefferson Memorial.

I haven’t heard from my mother, but I know she arrived last night. I had a car pick her up to bring her here tonight. I'm expecting her here any minute.

I look around for Milly, and see her talking to the woman who is manning the buffet. She looks stunning. Her dress, a stunning red thing, sits completely off her shoulders, showing the caramel colored span of silk that is the skin of her neck, her chest, her shoulders, and her upper arms. It fits her like it was made for her. It shows off her incredibly tiny waist and her generous hips and ass. Her hair is straight, parted in the middle and pulled back into a low ponytail. She has the thin gold chain with her heart pendant and my ring around her neck. And she's wearing the sexiest strappy high-heeled sandals I have ever seen in my life. I can’t wait to have them up over my shoulders when I fuck her tonight. I can’t believe this gorgeous woman is mine.

I start to make my way over to her when I hear a familiar voice call my name. It halts me dead in my tracks and prickles dread down my spine.

Nicola. What the hell is she doing here?

I turn around slowly. And what greets me is even more shocking than hearing Nicola’s voice. It’s Nicola and my mother. Together.

I don’t say anything as I watch them walk toward me. I'm completely lost for words, it’s clear that they walked in together.

“Dean, aren’t you going to say hello?” Nicola purrs. Her flinty expression contradicts the smile that curves her mouth. I look at my mother who is smiling at me like she's daring me to say what I think.

“Mother. Good evening.” She's a true beauty. All blond hair, dark eyes, and perfect features. She was always the subject of my classmates’ “MILF” lists. And she loved it. Much to mine and my father’s dismay.

“Dean, hello.” Her smile slips a little. She walks toward me and I press a light kiss on her offered cheek. I straighten up and look from her to Nicola.

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