Page 162 of Straight to Me

He runs his tongue over my lips, before pulling my jeans to the floor. I hold onto his shoulders as he drags them over my feet then sumptuously glides his hands up my legs, making me arch my body. His touch feels electrifying, hot sparks prickle every part of my skin.

I’ve missed him.

I close my eyes, rolling my head to my shoulder as he moves my leg and pulls my lace knickers to one side. His hot tongue licks up my centre making me weak. My grip on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into hard muscles as a small moan leaves my mouth.

Standing up, his body moves dangerously close to mine. I stare at his chest with my hands draped over his shoulders. Biting my bottom lip, he lifts my chin making me look at him. My heart then pounds like a beating drum as we share one breath, one sensation, one timeless moment of passion.

Dropping his lips from mine, his tongue licks up my neck, stopping near my ear where he places gentle kisses. He grips the bottom of my top and pulls it up over my head. The way he looks at my body when he steps back makes me feel unbelievably wanted and loved.

Standing in just my underwear, his chest rises and falls erratically. He pulls the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts. The tender kisses he places are long and soft, working his way down to my nipple. I can’t stop the moans escaping me as his tongue flicks and licks the sensitive tips. I run my fingers through his hair again, arching my back, pushing my body closer to him. Wanting more of him.

As my moans intensify, he grasps me under my bum, lifting me to wrap my legs around his waist. I smile at him, feeling back where I belong. He carries me upstairs easily, the whole way our eyes never leave each other’s.

Pushing his bedroom door open, he doesn’t stop until he’s laying me down on the bed. With his hands encasing my head, our lips move slowly, sliding together tenderly. He teases me with his tongue, gracefully pushing it in between my lips, his movements slow and seductive.

When I open my eyes, his are on me. His nose bumps mine lightly, taking in this moment between us. He manages to sweep away my vulnerabilities with one look. My soulmate is back.

Following my thoughts, Dean’s hand cups my cheek. “I’m nothing without you,” he whispers. My tummy twists, dancing on a tidal wave of emotion. Pulling his lips towards mine, I kiss him, keeping my eyes on his.

Moving his hand off my face, he sits back on his knees, pulling off my knickers as he goes. Then he stands off the bed to let his jeans hit the floor; his full body now exposed before me. My breathing quickens, the anticipation of wanting to touch him becoming unbearable. I want to enjoy him, to run my hands all over his body that I’ve missed so much.

Sitting up, I unclasp my bra, tossing it to the floor as he watches. Dean crawls back on the bed and my body slowly curls so that I’m resting on my elbows underneath him. His intoxicating smell cleanses my soul.

My eyes clasp shut in pleasure, my neck rolling back, giving my mouth to him above me. His tongue dips past my lips, a low throaty moan escaping me as he traces it over mine.

He lowers his mouth over my neck once more, kissing down to the centre of my chest, over both breasts, then towards my belly button. He’s gentle with his kisses the lower he moves. His hands worship my body as they caress over towards my hips.

I watch the protective, caring way he’s loving me. Tears tingle. The raw emotion of what he’s doing overcoming me. I let them flow, bending my legs as he moves his body flat to the bed. As he goes down on me, still my eyes watch him.

His eyes look up to me through his lashes, the green pools turning concerned at seeing me crying. “Do you want me to stop?”

Never. “I want you to be my VP again.” My voice breaks as I tell him I need him; in the way he understands best.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he smiles broadly. It brightens up his entire face. He licks up the centre of my parted legs, making me throw my head back, moaning loudly as he brings my body to life. Firm but affectionately, he grips my thighs, squeezing and pinching whilst my body writhes underneath his mouth.

Each time he sucks my clit, my hips lift to meet him, and long, hot breaths pour from my mouth. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy, the sensation leaving me barely able to conceal how good it feels. My legs widen further and I lay on my back, eyes closed, hands stretched above my head in sheer delight.

Forwards and backwards his fingers push, timed perfectly with his delicious licks and sucks. I can feel my orgasm building already. My hands grip the bedsheets with force as the pressure in my thighs deepens.

Like a rocket before it’s launch, the smoke rumbles from underneath me, readying to be sent out of this world. “Dean, I’m almost there!”

Panting uncontrollably, his fingers push deeper, keeping their steady rhythm. Curling them inside me, his tongue thrashes and he sucks my clit harder. Every part of my body being stimulated makes it feel like I’m going to explode.

And then it happens. He bites down on my clit and my body lets go with brutal force. I’ve never screamed as loud as I do now. “DEAN!” I cry over and over again.

My body shudders, my hands pulling the sheets to cover my face. Heat floods my lower body as my back arches higher while his mouth stays on me, my body pulsating on his still curling fingers. “Don’t stop!”

In between moaning and pleading with him, another orgasm starts to build. I’m completely overcome. Letting out another cry of his name, I come again, this time it feels more intense. The waves of desire come in thicker and faster, each one making my body jerk and my legs close tight around his head.

I take small intakes of air, burying my face in the sheets. I’m riding on cloud nine and there’s no way I’m ever coming down.

He crawls back over my body and I peer past the sheets to see him. The tip of his cock stops at my entrance, before slowly pushing forwards and sinking inside.

Opening my mouth wide, I’m suddenly gasping for breath at how deep he pushes. His fingers interlock with mine, pushing my arms above my head. His movements are slow but purposeful, the depth he reaches pins my body to the bed with each steady drive.

With every kiss we make, my heart grows bigger. I’ve missed him, missed this closeness that we share. “Do you know how much you mean to me?” he asks, hips slowing to a stop. I search his eyes, knowing exactly what I mean to him.

“Everything,” I breathe.

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