If Sheri died right then, she was sure she’d go straight to paradise. My, oh my. Her sexy white lover was really a freaky freak and she loved it. She loved his tongue feathering her folds while his fingers stroked deeply in and out. If she got any hotter or wetter, she’d need a surfboard to stay afloat on the bed.
Pulling his fingers from her body, Dean leaned down and sucked off her dripping juices. He then lifted his hand to her mouth and Sheri gripped his wrist, not even thinking before she licked his fingers clean, while moaning at the exhilarating flavor.
“From now on, I never want to miss this taste even for a day,” rasped Dean, looking up with hooded eyes at the writhing Sheri. She hummed in agreement and watched as he dropped his head to her sex and attacked. His tongue was like a wild animal thrashing within her opening. Then he clamped his mouth on her clit and pushed two long, thick digits inside her heat, then three, making Sheri feel pleasurably spread.
“Scream my name, Sheri. Don’t hold back,” he ordered.
He picked up the pace, blurring his fingers inside her. Her spine arched off the bed, her hips jerking out to meet his thrusting hand. Her moans rose higher, white sparkles overtaking her vision. His breath hit her opening and he nipped her clit, sending his name bursting from her lips as she shattered through the ceiling of her mind-blowing orgasm.
Her hips had never moved at such a hazardous pace, till he pinned her lower body down with his strong arms and licked all the hot come leaking from her sex.
Dean’s lovemaking did crazy things to her body and Sheri knew it would always be like this – like being consumed whole, in ways that was both agony and pleasure.
And even though he had stretched and moistened her beforehand, when he slid his member inside her, it still felt so incredibly full.
He moaned into her neck as her tight walls rippled around him. She was coming on the first few rugged thrusts. Nothing like that had ever happened before. Dean sucking roughly on the skin at her throat clashed with the piston-like charge of his thrusts.
Sheri felt Dean thicken inside her and she sent deep groves of nails scratches up and down his back. He hissed in pain and continually slammed into her with equal savagery. Sheri shook uncontrollably and came again, repeatedly streaming around Dean’s shaft till he could no longer take it and exploded inside her.
Sheri was so…high. Everything felt so hazy, and her body so weightless. If Dean didn’t keep her flattened beneath him, she could have floated away. Christ, it feels amazing. She never wanted to lose this feeling.
“Come back down, princess,” chuckled Dean softly.
He sounded too far in the distance. Was this the subspace she kept reading and hearing about? Because she felt like she was looking down at the small specks of the world beneath. But then Dean’s warm kisses and caresses reeled her back down to the ground.
Her disconnect from time, space and her physical body slowly faded and she stared into his eyes with awe. “How soon can we do that again?”
He laughed and gathered her shivering body against his as he rested on his back. “Right now is bedtime. We don’t need you exhausted. You and the baby need sleep, princess.”
She straightened on one elbow and gazed down innocently into his face. “At least, let’s change the sheets. I squirted everywhere. I definitely need a quick shower and then we can go to bed.”
“Shower, huh?” he said huskily, letting her slip from his arms and go to stand beside the bed. Her legs felt wobbly, but she managed to stay upright. Her sex felt like it turned to jelly as he took in her naked, chocolate lushness from head to toe.
“I guess I’ll remind myself to take things more gently and slowly this time,” he mused, lifting off the bed like the sexiest jungle cat, while she licked on her lip and thought, hmm, the last thing I want was Dean ever slow or gentle. Maybe much later during the pregnancy. But for now, they had a long night of reunion sex ahead of them.
They stood face to face and he held her head in place and kissed her deeply. Then, he lowered a hand and placed it over her stomach. Entranced by the love and emotion that shone in his eyes and warmed her in his touch, Sheri closed her eyes and simply felt resonance.
“I love you,” said Dean, gaze locked unwavering with hers. “Both of you.”
Sheri felt hostage to his will, as he made perfectly clear she was his. His eyes were baptized in colors of light silver and deep gray, and they’d never felt so warm or alive. “I love you, too,” she said, and let him pick her into his arms as easily as if she weighed a feather, her face buried in his shoulder, and her heart forever cloaked in such peace and joy.
