Page 21 of Can't Take Moore
I held my hand out for the shirt, and he passed it to me, his warm fingers stroking against mine for a moment before I headed to the laundry room. I tossed the shirt in the dryer, grabbing a dryer sheet and chucking it in, too. I was so darn nervous that I was focusing on the task at hand in an attempt to short-circuit my tendency to babble. I dialed in a speed dry cycle and pressed start.
When I turned, Dean was leaning one shoulder against the doorframe, his intense gaze still locked on me, caressing every inch of my body from head to toe with nothing but a look. My blood heated.
“Inexperience isn’t a bad thing, princess. It’s an opportunity to explore and figure out what you like. What turns you on. Whenever you feel ready, just know I’m more than willing to help you discover exactly what you like and want in this department.” His silky voice sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, and I instinctively pressed my thighs together, enjoying the friction as I moved to join him in the doorway.
“What if I’m ready right now?” My heart pounded so hard that all I could hear was the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Biting my lip, I laid my hand over his heart, enjoying the fact that it pounded out a quick, erratic rhythm that matched my racing heart beat for beat.
Dean hummed his appreciation and dipped his head, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. Heat flooded my body, turning my blood to lava, and I pressed closer to him, shivering with pleasure as his arms looped around me, pulling me tight against his muscled chest. His hands skimmed from my waist down to cup my ass, giving both cheeks a firm, appreciative squeeze.
I bucked my hips against his, shuddering with pleasure at the feel of his growing erection pressed against my flat stomach as his hard length strained against the fabric of his pants. With a growl of pleasure, he gripped my hips, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around him, grinding his cock against my pussy through our clothes. Clinging to his shoulders, I let out an involuntary mewl of pleasure.
“Want to take this to your bedroom?”
“Yes, please.”
The moment he set me down on the edge of the mattress, I gripped the hem of my shirt and peeled the material over my head, tossing it aside.
With a fiendish smile, Dean kneeled on the floor between my legs and reached up to help me tug off my yoga pants and panties, all in one fluid motion.
I moved to squeeze my thighs together, instinct urging me to be shy, but Dean caught my knees and gently urged me to open my legs wider. He pressed a kiss against my inner thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against my soft skin.
“Let me see that pretty pussy, princess.”
Gasping, I did as he asked, lying back and spreading my legs to give him better access. He trailed kisses up the inside of my thigh, and my breath hitched in my chest. When his lips closed around my clit, I arched so high that the only things left touching the bed were my head and my ass.
“Yes!” I hissed the word through clenched teeth, writhing with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He dragged his tongue lower, plunging it inside my dripping wet pussy, his stubble scraping against my oh-so-sensitive lower lips. Like a woman possessed, I buried my fingers in his hair and gripped it tight, panting and whimpering as I bucked against his tongue, loving the feel of him eating me out.
“Dean…oh, my gosh. I’m going to come.” I panted the words around ragged breaths as wave upon wave of pleasure built inside me. I teetered on the precipice of that pleasure until he licked his way back up to my clit and captured it between his teeth, then sucked hard. My whole universe exploded, and a scream of pleasure ripped out of my throat as my body bowed under the barrage of pleasure that overtook me.
The orgasm left me shattered and shaking but still craving more of his touch. I tugged gently on his hair. “I need more. I need to feel you inside me.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He stood, offering me a wicked grin as he popped the button on his pants and unzipped them.
My breath caught in my throat, and I held it as he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips, freeing his hard cock. He let his pants and underwear crumple to the floor as he stepped out of them, then bent low to yank his wallet out of one of the pockets. Flipping it open, he heaved a sigh of relief as he pulled out a condom. “Thank fuck. We would’ve had a hell of a problem if this hadn’t still been in there.”
My gaze dropped to his hard-on, and I licked my lips as I wondered what he’d taste like. “I’m sure we would’ve figured something out.”
“Next time,” he promised, flashing me a knowing look as he ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom over his hard shaft.
I scooted toward the center of the mattress and held my arms out, wordlessly urging him to join me on the bed. I needed to feel his weight pressing me into the softness of the mattress, his lips trailing kisses along the column of my throat, and him filling me as badly as I needed to breathe.
Dean joined me on the bed, resting his hips against mine so his cock brushed against my dripping wet pussy, teasing me with its feather-light touch as he nuzzled and kissed my neck. In one fluid motion, I wrapped my arms and my legs around him to pull him closer.
Dean moaned his approval and bucked his hips, making the head of his cock rub gently against my entrance. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” Panting, I rolled my hips, grinding against him. With his lips pressed against my throat, Dean rumbled out a growl of approval. Adjusting his position ever so slightly, he thrust his hips, his cock pushing into my tight channel deliciously slow. Once he was fully inside me, we lay there for a moment, and he kissed me as I adjusted to the feel of him inside me.
I lost myself in the feel of his tongue stroking against mine, his cock slowly moving in and out of me, building me toward that delicious precipice of orgasm once again, stroke by deliberate stroke.
I clung to Dean, hungrily meeting every kiss, loving the taste of him as our tongues danced and swirled around one another in perfect rhythm with every stroke of his cock. After a minute, I rolled us so I was on top, riding his cock.
I swiveled my hips, gliding up and down the length of his shaft with a single-minded purpose. Dean gripped my hips in response, guiding me, urging me to keep going. He panted and groaned, his face contorting with focus and pleasure in equal measure. His head tipped back, and his hands spasmed on my hips. “You’re going to make me come, princess. You feel so damn good without anything between us.”
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode him harder, faster, ready to push us both over the edge. I loved seeing how much I affected him. Seeing his pupils dilated until his eyes were black with pleasure made me shiver. He reached up, palming my small breasts and gently tweaking my pert, deliciously sensitive nipples. Knowing that I could please him, feeling the way his cock throbbed inside me as I slid up and down its length, sent a thrill through me from the top of my head down to the tips of my already tingling toes.
That I could make Dean feel as good as he had made me feel when he was eating me out gave me a whole new level of confidence. With renewed focus and intensity, I rode him until we both cried out with pleasure, and my pussy spasmed around his cock.
