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so good,” he murmured against my lips. His body slid down mine, trailing kisses over my breasts, my ribs, my stomach. Finally, his mouth found my pussy, and he thrust his tongue inside of me.
    My hips bucked up into his face making him move up, the stubble on his chin scraping across my clit. I shuddered at the harsh feeling of it, and my fingers tangled in his hair, urging to him to stay where he was as I rubbed myself against him.
    I looked down to see him gazing up at me, a smile playing across his lips as he let me writhe against his face. It felt too good to be embarrassed about the pleasure his chin was giving me. Over and over, I rubbed my sensitive clit over that stubbled skin until the climax tore through me.
    He thrust two fingers inside my drenched pussy as I cried out his name, my orgasm making my muscles grip and release his insistent digits as he continued to finger fuck my cunt. I wanted him. I needed to feel his enormous cock inside of me again.
    “Please,” I moaned, pulling at his arms to urge him back up my body.
    “Please what?” he teased.
    “Please fuck me.”
    He climbed over me again, his hips forcing my thighs further apart as he positioned the tip of his erection against my opening. Very slowly, he pushed inside of me, entering me an inch at a time until he was finally fully encased inside my pussy.
    “Jesus Jo, you’re so tight,” he growled into my ear.
    “You’re fucking huge,” I replied honestly. I loved the way he filled me. I’d only ever had sex with two other men before my husband, and neither of them had come close to making me feel the way Dean was doing right then.
    He started moving and my brain focused on pleasure and need and something that felt dangerously close to love. I forced myself to concentrate on the pleasure part, hoping to shove that other pesky emotion aside. Telling myself that I was just confusing lust with that other four letter word, I tried to relax into Dean and give my body over to the orgasm that was building in my muscles again.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, pausing to look down at me, concern etched on his rugged features.
    “Don’t stop,” I urged him. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I used my ankles to push down, trying to remind him that he was in the middle of something here.
    “You’re awfully demanding for someone who hasn’t done this in a while,” he teased.
    “Yeah, it’s been like an hour.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever asked for what I wanted before,” I admitted, clenching my muscles around his member. “You make me feel safe enough to do that.”
    “I’m glad.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “I want to give you everything. You can trust me.”
    “Promise?” The word came out choked as tears burned in my eyes. The emotion surprised me, but he didn’t say anything about my watery gaze.
    “I promise.”
    “Make love to me,” I whispered, swallowing hard in an attempt to force the emotions back into my gut.
    Dean kissed me again as he pushed his hips forward. I sighed into his mouth, reveling in the feel of him sliding slowly but firmly in and out of my wet body. He kept his pace steady. Over and over again, he pressed his cock inside me, paused, then pulled back just to repeat the process.
    I tilted my hips up, struggling to shift into a position that would allow his tip to find that sweet spot inside of me. My breath caught as he figured out what I was doing and turned his hip, his cock finding my button and applying quicker pressure against it.
    My fingers clawed into his back as he sped up, pleasure becoming more important than timing. I felt the orgasm build inside my abdomen, the tightness spreading outward from my core until finally it burst, bringing my back off the floor as I shuddered and screamed my release, my teeth sinking into Dean’s shoulder.
    That bit of pain seemed to resonate for him as he came too, crying out as his cock twitched and spilled his seed