Page 64 of It's Only Love

Their ragged breathing filled the room as they tried to catch their breath. She felt amazing, she looked at him out the corner of her eye and saw he was already watching her. He wrapped an arm around her, grinning wickedly and pulled her on top of him. She squealed and sat up, so she straddled his thighs.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He looked at her through lowered eyelids.

“Oh yeah?” she replied, planting her hands on her rounded hips.

“Yeah, my little Marilyn,” he said softly. Her pulse thudded.

“What did you call me?” she asked, she can’t have heard him right.

“Uh, it’s just a silly nickname I had for you years ago.” His cheeks flushed.

“You started that?”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly, and a wave of tenderness rushed through her. She couldn’t believe it had come from him. She always assumed Taylor started it, but she must have heard it from Dean. He had always found her attractive, just as she always wanted him and tried to hide it.

She looked down at this amazing man she lov-liked. The word tried to form but she brushed it aside. She watched his eyes roving over her and felt wanted and desired. She felt him hardening against her thigh and a wicked smile played over her lips and she bent down, finding his mouth with hers.

A long time and lots of orgasms later they were exhausted. She lay half on him, her head resting on his chest, and staring up at him while he watched her, running his fingers through her hair. They laid like this for a while, just watching, taking in the details, and memorizing each other. She had never felt like this before and never had this kind of connection. It was intoxicating, she wanted to burrow into him, become one with him, but it would never feel enough. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, frowning.

“What?” she asked, drawing patterns across his chest with her fingers, he thought for a moment.

“I need to know. I need to know what happened and why you left. I need to know that he didn’t…hurt you,” he said raggedly. She held her breath, this wasn’t something she talked about with anyone, even Taylor. She didn’t like to be vulnerable ever, but Dean was different. He had been there for her, supported her in so many ways in such a short space of time, he helped her and knew her intimately. There was no one she was more vulnerable with and she realized that he had earned her trust, something very few people had done.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, brushing his thumb over her lips, her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of him. So, she told him. She told him all of it, held nothing back. It was hard, he tensed at certain parts, and she knew he was struggling to hold back his emotions. She couldn’t hold back hers, she stopped occasionally when it was too much. He let her take breaks, didn’t push her, and just listened all the while stroking her hair, keeping them connected. When she finished, he pulled her tight against him and buried his face in her hair and murmured comforting words in her ear. About how brave she was, how amazing she was, and how lucky he was to know her. Yet, she felt she was the one who was lucky.

He then told her about his father, how he abandoned Dean and his mom, and although it hurt, Dean was happy, it meant he didn’t get hit anymore. She felt sick at the thought of him as a young boy being hit by someone who was meant to love and protect him. He told her about his relationship with Taylor, how she had shown him love and the importance of family. They talked until their lips found each other again, and then he was showing her how he felt with his body, and they poured themselves into each other.

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