Page 89 of The Equation of Us
The tension builds quickly, coiling tighter with each precise stroke of his fingers. He watches my face intently, learning what makes my breath catch, what makes me moan.
“Dean,” I gasp as the pressure builds. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he says, withdrawing his hand despite my sound of protest. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
He reaches over to grab the condom, cock bobbing against my thigh. He rolls on the condom with practiced efficiency before rejoining me on the bed.
The sight makes my mouth go dry.
“Ready?” he asks, positioning himself between my thighs.
“Yes.”
He holds my gaze as he brings his hand to his mouth, wetting his palm deliberately. He reaches down, stroking himself and then me, spreading the moisture where our bodies will join. It’s raw, and hot. And… I don’t know what else because Dean is moving now.
He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The sensation of being filled, of being connected so intimately, draws a moan from deep in my throat.
“Okay?” he checks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes.”
Fun fact—it’s been a very long time since I’ve had sex. More than a year.
And Dean’s, well…Dean. He’s huge and very hard, and…
I make an unintelligible sound.
He pauses, retreats an inch. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s just… a lot.”
The hint of a smile. “Can you handle a little more?”
“I think so?” I’m not sure why that sounded like a question, but Dean just kisses me.
“That’s my good girl”—kiss—“So perfect for me.”—kiss—“Exactly how I knew you’d be,” he says, voice faltering.
He presses in, two more inches and I gasp.
“Almost there, baby,” he says, voice tight.
“Dean…” I groan and grip his shoulders.
Another inch and I feel his body pressed snugly to me—he’s finally buried deep inside me, and then he starts to move.
I feel it everywhere.
Sex has never been like this before.
This hot.
This explosive.
This real.
“You want someone to tell you what to do?” he murmurs, pressing his face against my throat. “Want to turn off that big brain of yours for a little while?”
A soft whimper is the only sound that escapes me.
