Page 59 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Dean nods, finally looking around while rubbing his chin. “Where’s Cora?”
I point to the open screen door just as she starts barking. “Telling the squirrels to go fuck off.”
He turns to me, eyes dropping to the exposed skin of my baby bump since I’d been too lazy to pull my shirt down once we sat. His palm finds my stomach, the warmth of his skin sending a thrill down my spine. One single touch from this man and he effectively scrambles my thoughts until all I can focus on is how to get him naked.
Pregnancy hormones are insane. One minute, you’re craving a specific food so bad that you’ll cry if you can’t have it, and the next, you’re desperate to be fucked into oblivion from one simple touch.
Which is something Dean is all too happy and willing to help with.
He pushes my shirt up, revealing more of the bump before he bends forward and starts showering my skin with kisses. When he reaches as far as he can without lying on top of me, I’m squirming and practically panting.
“Dean,” I murmur. “I need…”
His fingers push beneath the hem of my shorts, only to tease along my waist.
Not in the mood for a torturously slow pace, I shove Dean away by the shoulder, moving with him until I’m straddling his lap. His hands grip my hips tightly, steadying me from grinding over his crotch.
Peering down at him through hazy eyes, I brace my hands on his shoulders.
“If you try to take things slow right now, I will leave you hanging while my toy gets me off.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, raising a brow at me in challenge. “That is a tempting thought and something we will be circling back to later. Right now, though…”
He lifts me off him effortlessly, helping me stand long enough to unbutton my shorts and remove them with my underwear in one easy tug. I kick them off to the side while he leans back, raising his hips to take off his shorts and boxers. His already hard cock springs free and my thighs clench at the sight, anticipation coiling tightly.
“Now who’s taking their time with things?” Dean taunts, wrapping his fist around his dick and slowly pumping his hand up and down.
It’s a tempting sight, Dean sprawled out, holding his length as if he’s offering it to me on a silver platter. I almost want to drop to my knees and savor every taste or sound I could draw from him.
Like I said, though, I don’t want slow right now. There will be time for havingmyway withhimlater.
I move to straddle his lap once more, kneeling with his thighs trapped beneath me. He’s forced to stop stroking himself when I continue to lower myself, and the head of his cock rests against my entrance. We both groan at the contact, him moving on instinct as he rubs himself against me, coating himself in my arousal. After a few more passes, my patience snaps.
Giving him no warning, I wait until he’s lined back up and drop onto him, taking as much of his length in one movement as possible since his hand is still at the base.
“Holy shit, Freckles. Maybe warn a guy before making him see stars.” Dean pants and I grin, pushing back up on my knees until only an inch or two of him remains.
He moves quickly, releasing his cock to hold on to my waist as I slide back down, taking all of him this time.
“Fuck no.” I moan, gripping his shoulders while dropping my head back. There are no thoughts as I find my pace. The only thing on my mind is the white-hot need to come.
His fingers dig into my hips, and when he sits up to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, my rhythm stutters. He bites down carefully, causing a burst of pleasure to pool before his tongue lashes out to soothe the sting.
“Dean.” His name is a plea, though I have no idea what I’m asking for.
He understands, though. Repeating the movement while releasing his hold so deft fingers can find my clit. How he manages to sync up the patterns of his tongue with his fingers is a mystery to me, one I’m grateful for as he pushes me back slightly, changing the angle as I slide back down his cock.
There’s no holding back the sounds that leave my lips. It’s perfectly overwhelming. The new spot his dick hits on each thrust. His mouth on my breasts. His fingers dragging me to the edge while I frantically ride him.
He perfects his timing, pinching my clit between his fingers at the same time his teeth clamp down on my nipple, all as I lower myself. And when he does it for a second time, there’s no warning. My orgasm slams through me, shocking us both as I come.
“That’s it, baby, choke my dick. Fuck, you feel so good falling apart on me.”
Dean’s words drag out the sensations rocking through my body, and I’m so lost in my own high, I almost miss the way he slams up into me as he chases his own orgasm. Somehow, Imanage to hold myself up, rocking my hips to meet him until he shouts my name and finds his release. He jerks inside me, causing me to groan at the feeling as little tremors of my orgasm linger.
I let my weight drop, resting my head on his shoulder while I catch my breath. Dean wraps his arms around me, kissing my shoulder, then my neck before chuckling. I turn my head just enough to glance up at his side profile.
“What?”
