All the way back to the cabin my nerves get the best of me. Whether it’s due to excitement or the unknown, I’m not sure; all I know is that I desperately want this. Every time I glance at Dean, he looks deep in thought and those nerves inside me intensify, thinking he’s changed his mind. The possibility that he’s trying to think of a way to gently let me down also crosses my mind, and it’s making me sick to my stomach.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want me like that,” I assure him, my voice a whisper as I keep my gaze on the ground. I want to move forward, and the thought of him not wanting me tears something deep inside me.
Dean breaks through my thoughts as he grabs my hand, pulling me against him. Just his touch is sending sparks through me, but the moment I look up, I’m startled by the intensity in his eyes. The powerful look sends shivers racing through my body.
“I want you, Lola. I’ve always wanted you. I just don’t want to rush you. I can wait as long as you need me to. I’m not going anywhere. Please don’t push yourself to do something you aren’t ready for,” he says softly, taking care to not hurt my feelings.
“Dean, you’re not forcing me into anything I don’t want to do. I want this, and I want you. I’ve feared intimacy for so long and never thought I’d ever get to experience what every other woman out there has with their partners. They get the best parts of sex, whereas I’ve done nothing but fear it, dread the act. But whenever you touch or kiss me, I feel like my whole body is being set alight. You make me feel, make me want and need things I’ve never felt before. I want more,” I say, taking another step closer to him and lifting my head.
He growls deep in the back of his throat before slamming his lips against mine, picking me up by the backs of my thighs. I grab his shoulders, swinging my legs around his waist, his mouth swallowing my moan.
After a few attempts to open the door, Dean finally succeeds, stepping through and kicking it shut behind us. Leading us to the bedroom, he never once breaks apart from our kiss. My nerves have me shaking in anticipation, and I begin to worry if I’ll be good enough. Will he enjoy it?
Dean deepens the kiss, and I forget all about my insecurities and fears. The kiss turns hotter, more passionate, and desperate. Clinging to his hair, I pull him to me, needing him closer. He slides me down his body, and as my feet hit the floor, I immediately reach for his T-shirt. I only manage to lift it so far before Dean has to help me out, pulling it the rest of the way off in one fluid movement.
Never getting tired of seeing his incredible body, I step forward, my finger moving over each ridge of muscles, before inching lower, over his happy trail and towards that defined V I so desperately want to lick.
He sucks in a breath, and I’m surprised I’m having such a strong effect on him. His eyes darken, and his hands move towards my top.
Lifting my arms, he pulls the top over my head. He bends down, placing sweet kisses across my stomach, trailing them up my chest, all the way to my favourite spot behind my ear. God, I love it when he kisses me there, nibbling at the sensitive skin. Goosebumps trail down my spine, causing me to shiver.
Needing to see more of his skin, I move to the zipper on his jeans, thankful he left the button undone after getting dressed on the boat.
He reaches behind me to the clasp of my bra and my heart pounds. When my breasts come free, I can't help the moan that slips out, my nipples puckering from the cool air. Another shiver runs through me as he slowly slides the straps of my bra down my arms until it falls to the floor. A pained groan escapes me. I just want him to rip it off and ravage me. I need him so fucking much, my stomach tightening in anticipation.
Even though he’s causing me to lose my mind, I manage not to lose all my concentration and get the zipper down, revealing his boxers.
Dean pulls me against him, kissing me once again as he moves me backwards towards the bed. Laying me down, he presses kisses from my mouth, down my neck, nipping at my skin as he goes. When he reaches my breasts, he takes my erect nipple into his mouth, his fingers twisting and pulling the other, not wanting to leave it out. I don't even recognise the sound that comes out of my mouth. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I’m so overwhelmed with emotions that I could explode at any given moment. Static flows through me, the caress intoxicating.
Lying here half naked, pressed beneath Dean’s hard body, is the most pleasurable moment I’ve ever had. As soon as I feel his thick, erection through his jeans, I move. It’s like my body has a mind of its own, pushing and rubbing against him, seeking out the right amount of friction to give me what I need.
His touch seems to be everywhere at once, leaving sparks of electricity burning along my skin.. Grabbing the belt loops on my shorts, he pushes them down my legs, taking my red lace briefs with them. I can feel the cool air hit my hot, wet folds, and my breath catches, my chest swelling.
Dean lets out a ragged breath, his liquid gaze meeting mine. For minutes he just looks down at me, his gaze searing into mine, like he’s searching my soul.
We both react at the same time; him brushing his knuckles gently down my cheek as I caress his cheek with my thumb, palming his strong jaw lovingly.
“Are you sure?” he asks, a tremor coursing through his body. I don’t think I can speak with all the emotions knotting in my throat, so I just nod, watching his eyes flare with hunger.
Dean sits up, sliding off the bed and walking over to the dresser. At first, I think he’s changed his mind and is going to leave, but my heart pounds when he reaches for his jeans. He pulls them down his legs, along with his boxers, and his erection springs free, slapping against his hard stomach.
Oh. My. God!
Dean’s erection stands proud, and I lick my lips, wondering how he tastes. He rolls a condom along his length before walking back over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he settles between my thighs. He spreads my legs using his large thighs, leaving me vulnerable and open, my naked body on full display.
My emotions are scattered all over the place, jumping from excitement to lust, and then to desire and nervousness. I’m a little scared and worried too, but nothing is going to stop me from having him, from making love to him tonight.
I trust my feelings towards Dean. I know this isn’t me on the rebound or settling for the first person to be nice to me, what I feel for him is real and no one can tell me any different. I can’t explain or think of words good enough to describe the intensity of my feelings and over analysing everything isn't going to help anything.
One of his hands reaches behind my neck, guiding my lips to his as he gives me another earth-shattering kiss. The tip of his erection slides through my folds, never once entering me, but the sensation is just as breathtaking. I moan at the same time he growls into the kiss. He reaches for my hips, stopping me from rocking against him. I growl in frustration, wanting him inside me, yet all he does is chuckle.
“Lola, I need to hear you say that this is okay, baby,” he rasps out, his eyes darkening as he stares down at me.
“I’ve never wanted anything more or as desperately as I want you. I trust you with my life. I know if I need you to stop, you will. You’ll do it without hesitation and be okay with it, not once making me feel guilty. So please, Dean, make love to me,” I plead, trying to position my hips so he can enter me but he pulls back. I’m about to tear into him when the sight of him reaching between us stops me.
Dean circles his hand around his erection, pumping it once, twice before guiding himself into my wet heat, his eyes wild and filled with need. With shaky hands, I grip his shoulders, tears filling my eyes at how incredibly gentle he’s being, how different this is from what I’ve been used to.
I feel full, his length stretching me like I’ve never been stretched before. A slight sting lingers, but it soon disappears as he thrusts all the way to the hilt. Our breathing comes out ragged and fast, panting against each other.
His hands roam my backside, palming the globes as he rocks deep with slow, torturous thrusts. Moaning, I lean up and sweep my tongue into his mouth before turning it into a kiss.
My back bows off the bed when he lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking the tight bud till he has me in a withering mess.
“Yes! More,” I beg, arching my breasts to his mouth again. My eyes close as his tongue circling my nipple, flicking it once, twice before circling all over again.
His pace is torturous, and I need more. I want more, and I know he’s holding back on me.
Licking a path up his neck, I reach his ear, biting down on his earlobe before sucking the sting away. A growl rumbles from his chest, and I feel the sound down to my toes.
“Let go! God, please, let go. I need you, all of you,” I moan. I move my hips in rhythm to his thrusts, and when I don’t get the friction I need, a frustrated curse whispers from my lips.
A guttural growl rumbles from his chest, and whatever control he was holding onto snaps. He slams into me, hitting something deep inside me that causes an earthquake to erupt. My back arches and I scream out in pleasure, all the muscles in my body tightening. I scrape my fingers down his back, placing them on his firm, tight ass as I push up then slam back down onto his erection, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Dean throws his head back, his eyes closed as an animalistic sound erupts from his mouth. At first, I think I’ve hurt him, but when his eyes meet mine, they’re full of passion, a searing hunger and if I’m not mistaken, love.
“Dean, please.” I don’t even know what I’m pleading for; I just know I need… something.
“Jesus, Lo. I’m not going to last long. God, you’re so fucking tight, and so fucking beautiful. Fuck! You’re sexy, and you feel so fucking incredible,” he rasps out, and I smile up at him.
Feeling full and out of control, I drive my hips up before plunging down on him. The sounds of our flesh slapping together echoes around the room, our bodies slick with sweat as we move together.
His thrusts become punishing, and I wrap my legs around his waist, he goes deeper. I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t know my left to my right.
My head is spinning, and with each thrust, he manages to unleash another cry from me. With each cry, my muscles tingle. God, my entire core is tightening, waves of pleasure coursing through. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.
My tongue snakes out, licking his nipples before biting down gently, causing his abdominal muscles to tighten.
My moans grow louder, as do Dean’s, his thrusts deeper, harder. The intensity has my body heating all over.
He reaches down, rubbing his thumb against my clit in a circular motion. I scream out in pleasure, wanting to fall over the edge but I hold on, willing my body to last because I don’t want this to ever to end between us.
“Let go, Lo. Come for me. I want to feel you come apart around my cock. I want to hear you scream my name,” Dean rasps, his dick pulsing inside me at the same time his fingers press harder, moving faster on my clit.
With his dirty words and hard thrusts, I shatter, my core spasming as a million tiny volts shoot through it, a strangled cry echoing around the room.
I don’t have time to come down before Dean’s thrusts become harder, ragged. Even though I’m still shaking and sensitive from my first orgasm, he manages to bring me into another one, my voice hoarse from calling out his name.
Dean grunts into my neck as my body shakes with tremors. Seconds later he’s throwing his head back, releasing his own sound of pleasure as he releases inside me, his dick twitching with each spurt of cum.
He pulls out slowly, and I gasp at the sudden twinge of soreness between my legs. A part of me wishes he could stay inside me forever. He takes in a deep ragged breath before throwing the condom into the bin by the side of my bed.
My sex stings a little, feeling raw, but I like knowing that Dean is the reason it’s there, and it’s caused by pleasure instead of the pain that I’m used to.
He rolls to his side, pulling me to his chest, his breathing unsteady and heavy just like mine. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.
He lazily turns his head. “Lola, that was… fuck! I don’t even know what that was, but it felt incredible.”
I lean over to kiss his chest. “Yes, you were pretty incredible, Mr Salvatore,” I tease, and he smiles against my head.
“No, Lola, you were amazing. Nothing can compare to what we just shared. Thank you. Thank you for trusting me with your body and letting me make love to you.”
I inhale deeply, hearing him say those words doing funning things to my insides. I reach up to kiss his mouth quickly, not expecting him to deepen the kiss.
My eyes widen when he begins to stir, his erection pressing against my hip. I start laughing at how insatiable he is.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, lifting one eyebrow questioningly. God, he’s sexy when he does that. I can’t help but stare, still amazed at what this man did to my body.
“Um...,” I giggle, pointing down to his erection.
He laughs with me, rolling so he’s on top of me. The movement causes his erection to rub against my sensitive sex, making me moan once more.
“When it comes to you, my dick is always hard. And now that I’ve see you naked it’s going to a permanent fixture. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’re strong, passionate, caring, sexy, attractive, sensitive, funny, and most of all, you’re just… you. I love everything about you,” he says, a sexy grin tugging at his lips.
My heart starts beating rapidly against my chest as a realisation smacks me in the face. I’m in love with Dean Salvatore.
I can run from my past, but there’s no running from my feelings for him. I don’t want the only relationship I’ve ever had to be the one that defines my life. I won’t let Rick ruin my chances at future happiness when he’s already taken so much from me.
Dean makes me happy. Really happy.
Palming his jaw, I give his lips a light, soft kiss before lying back down, my eyes focusing on his chest so he can’t see the terror on my face for what I’m about to do. Before I can say those three words, he brings his lips back down to mine, hovering over them with just a breath separating us.
“I love you, Lola. I think I always have, and I always will,” Dean admits, and I gasp, my eyes shooting to his. My mind is spinning, screaming that he loves me. Me! I throw myself at him, not giving him a chance to blink before I’m kissing him, pouring everything inside me, all of my love, into that one kiss.
Pulling back, breathless, I look into his eyes, my own shining with unleashed tears. This night went from bad to unforgettable. It’s a day I’ll never forget.
“I love you too, Dean. I loved you as a child, but I love you more as an adult. It’s more now, means more, and I understand it,” I say through a watery smile. I watch as his face lights up, his eyes glowing with hunger as he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in for a soul-shattering kiss.
His erection presses against my opening, and I hiss from the soreness. He quickly lifts his weight off me, worry and concern sketched into his features.
“What? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks quickly, looking down at me and checking me over. He lifts his chin so his eyes meet mine once again, I give him a shy smile.
“Just a bit sore is all,” I tell him quietly, too embarrassed to say it’s from the giant anaconda he’s blessed with.
“Well, how about you take a shower and I’ll grab you some water with a couple pain-killers? I’m sorry I hurt you, Lola. I should’ve been more careful and took things a little bit slower. I just… I couldn’t control myself, not around you.”
I run my fingers over his eyebrows, smoothing out his frown lines.
“Dean, I wouldn’t change a thing that just happened between us. It was magical, everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more. Please don’t say you’re sorry, not when making love to you was… It was everything,” I whisper, fluttering my eyelashes shyly as I look up at him. “And I’ll only take a shower if you have one with me,” I whisper seductively, running my hand down his body and palming his erection in my hand, pumping it lazily. “After all, it’s you who got me all dirty, so it’s only fair that it’s you who cleans me down.”
His grin is huge when he looks up from where I’m pumping him with lazy strokes.
It takes my breath away at how shockingly beautiful he is, and knowing that it’s me he loves.
A squeal escapes me when I’m suddenly thrown over his shoulder, but it soon turns into a giggle when I smack his ass, and he growls, smacking my backside playfully as he carries me over to the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, he immediately turns the shower head on. He doesn’t bother to wait for the water to heat up before he pulls me under the cold spray. I squeal again as the cold water hits my back and Dean makes me suffer the agony for a few seconds before letting me down, my slick body sliding down his.
Water runs down my breasts and Dean notices, leaning down to lick the droplets off my breast. Stepping closer and feeling him harden against my stomach, I moan as my body lights up, needing him again.
Tugging at his hair, I pull his head closer so our eyes are level, our lips a mere breath away.
“Please. I need you again,” I say, staring into his deep penetrating eyes.
“You’re going to be the death of me, baby, but I’d do anything for you. It will be my fucking pleasure.” He leans in to kiss me again, but before his lips can touch mine he pulls away with a frown. “Shit! I don’t have a condom. Wait here,” he tells me―like I’m going to leave right now―before rushing out of the shower dripping wet. He heads into the bedroom on his tiptoes, careful not to slip, and I laugh while watching his fine ass bounce as he leaves the room.
Placing my head under the spray, I sigh, loving the feel of the water rushing down my body. My thoughts are overtaken by Dean and the way he felt when he was inside me, making love to me, and my core tingles. God, the way his kisses feel against my throat, across my breasts, but mostly the way they feel on my lips. I love how he’ll entwine his tongue with mine. There’s nothing in this world that feels better.
I’m so consumed with thoughts of us together that I don’t hear him enter the bathroom. My eyes snap open when I feel him moving towards me in the shower, and I stand straighter, spellbound, his eyes hypnotising me. Lust, love, and pure hunger reflects back at me, and with just that one look, he has me wet and ready for him once again. My legs feel like jelly, and when he makes no move to step towards me, I make the decision myself, leaving no space between us.
Suddenly he snaps out of his daze and reaches for me. His movements are fast, and before I know it, I’m being pushed against the cool tiles in the shower.
Lifting me so I’m at the right angle, he enters me in one fluid motion, and we both cry out in ecstasy.
He thrusts into me repeatedly, and we’re both screaming out our release. As he places me back down, we study one another lovingly before reaching around me for a washcloth. He takes his time washing me, cleaning every inch of my body and when it’s my turn, I take my time exploring every delicious hard ridge of his body.
Neither of us talk, taking the time to just be with one another as we dry off. It’s only when we get into bed that we exchange words, holding each other tightly.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, giving me a brief kiss.
I smile lazily, my body aching and sated in a good way. “I love you too,” I whisper back, my words filled with so much emotion.
“Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams,” he says, pulling me closer to his body, like he’s afraid I’ll run away during the night.
Fat chance of that. He’s stuck with me now.
“Night, Dean.” I yawn and close my eyes, exhausted from tonight’s sexual activities.