Excited didn’t even begin to describe what Charlotte was feeling. Dean’s command left no room to question or negotiate what was going to happen next. She just obeyed.
Grabbing the hem of her tank top, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing a lace see-through bra. The kind of garment a woman wore when she intended to be admired in it.
Dean stepped back enough to look down and take in the sight of her, and she stood there for a moment, hands at her sides, allowing him the time to appreciate what she had to offer. She’d never felt sexier than she did right now.
His right hand came up and cupped her breast, his thumb gently running over the rough lace that covered her nipple. It puckered beneath his touch, which had their eyes meeting once more.
“Keep going,” he whispered. He dropped his hand and watched as she locked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and then pushed them down her thighs. She kicked them to the side and then looked up at him.
His lips were parted and a slow—almost depraved—smile formed on his face. She wouldn’t have pegged Dean as a dominating or bossy sexual partner—he was usually so easygoing—but she was not going to complain. In fact, she was loving it.
“You are so much better than I imagined.” Before she could respond he grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa. When she could tell he was about to sit down, she pulled on their joined hands and stopped him.
“Not so fast. I want to see you.”
He looked in her eyes, waiting, and she used both of her hands to lift his T-shirt up and over his head, revealing his perfect chest and stomach. As soon as the shirt hit the floor he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him onto the soft cushion. She adjusted herself, legs straddling his, and their mouths met once again in another reckless kiss.
The feel of his warm hands on her butt penetrated through the lace of her panties down to her skin beneath as he gripped her hard, grinding her body against him. Her hands bracketed his face as she kissed him, their tongues sliding, lips sucking. He tasted like cinnamon and smelled fresh, like he’d also recently showered.
His chest was covered with short, coarse hairs, and when she recalled why—that she’d made him shave it—she could only feel amused and turned on, remembering how hot their kiss was that night. She’d spent so much time hating the thought that was all she’d ever have with him. And yet here they were, halfway to naked and no end in sight.
Dean’s fingers pressed against her back, urging her closer to his mouth as he lowered his head. The moment his lips touched her collarbone, she shivered. He continued down, to the upper swell of her breast, the outline of her bra, and then finally his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking hard. His tongue fondled the tip, the lace of her bra no match for the wetness of his mouth.
“Oh my G—” she gasped as he released her nipple only to follow lightly with a gentle scrape of his teeth. Her hands drove into his hair and she pushed her body down onto the bulge beneath his jeans, searching for friction.
His fingers went to her bra’s clasp, and when it fell away from her body, she waited in rapt anticipation. A heavy sigh escaped her lips when his mouth touched her bare skin. One breast, then the other, licking and sucking as if her body might be his last meal.
“You still have way too many clothes on,” Charlotte said, leaning back and angling her body away from him. She smiled as she watched his neck crane forward to chase her breasts with his mouth, like candy being pulled away from a child.
He took a deep breath and dropped his head back on the cushion, running his hands up and down her body. She did the same, letting her hands wander across his chest, loving the prickly feeling.
“That’s your fault,” he said, obviously aware of what she was thinking by the way she rubbed at him. “Regrowth is a bitch.”
“It was worth it for your shoot. But I have to say, I’m excited for when I can see you completely natural and hairy. The way you’re supposed to be.”
He huffed out a laugh that melted into a groan as he cupped her breast and then lightly pinched one of her nipples. It was as if their hands couldn’t help but explore the other’s body after being denied so long. “So my natural, hairy body wasn’t good enough for a book cover? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m not saying that at all. But I am saying that I’m glad I saved the most perfect version of you just for myself. I don’t want to share you.” She was teasing him again, as he had been her, but when their eyes met, his narrowed. He was contemplating what to say, she could tell, but without speaking he continued to stare at her as he scooted forward on the couch. Her body jerked with the motion. He did it again, his head sliding down a little more, and she knew what he was doing. Making it easier for her to remove his pants.
Charlotte didn’t hesitate, leaning back so she could reach between them and get her hands on the fly of his jeans. She shimmied back a little, trying to ignore the way his fingers traced a pattern on her inner thighs as she worked at his zipper. Her entire body was a ball of electric currents. So warm and glowy feeling, she wondered how she wasn’t putting off light.
Her hands fumbled with his pants and then finally she stood just long enough to tug at them. Dean lifted up his backside to help her pull them off. Once they were tossed aside, Charlotte was unable to help herself. She knelt on the floor between his legs and laid her fingers on the band of his boxer briefs. The outline of his hard erection through the cotton was so beautiful, she felt dizzy.
Stopping for a moment, she looked up at him. He watched her, waiting. She loved that his personality never wavered, even during sex. He was patient and observant, his reserve held just at the brink of breaking fully. She knew the way his nose flared with every breath that he was silently begging her to touch him. It was almost as if she could hear the words on his lips without him speaking them.
Their eyes held as she slid a palm up the length of him from base to tip. His jaw clenched, and when her fingers curled around the head and squeezed, he couldn’t hold back. His eyes darted down to where she held him, a muffled groan came from his closed mouth, and his pelvis arched up toward her the slightest bit.
Charlotte bit back a smile, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip as she began to pull his underwear down. This was better than Christmas, her birthday, and getting a new camera all in one.
This was Dean Troyer. The man of her fantasies. The man she loved to tease, hoping that he fantasized about her in return. How many time had she played this out in her mind?
“You know, sometimes when I’m alone…” The minute his penis was revealed, she took hold of it, the width and length just about as perfect as it could get. “I imagine a moment just like this. You here, naked, at my mercy.”
She gripped firmly, stroking up and down once. Did he shiver?
“Do you?” His eyes were dark. “And what do you do to me in those moments?”
“Everything I can imagine.”
His right hand came up and clamped down on top of hers, squeezing, causing her grip to tighten on him.
“Am I the only one of us who has thoughts like that?” she asked, coyly. She continued to stroke him, loving the way he kept his hand steadied over hers.
“You know you’re not. I’ve thought about you a thousand times.”
“Then how about you tell me what I do to you in those moments.”
“Charlotte—” He lifted his hand to touch her cheek softly.
“Tell me. Tell me what fantasy me does to you. Or maybe … show me.”
Dean swallowed. Maybe he wasn’t used to a woman being so forward. Quite honestly, Charlotte wasn’t always this way, especially during sex, but something about this man made her the most outrageous, wanton, playful version of herself. It was liberating, and it turned her on immensely.
She knew it turned him on, too, when his thumb brushed over her cheek, then her lips, before his fingers slid into her hair, gripping the back of her head. Her heart pounded and her body hummed, because she knew full well what he wanted, and knowing they were both about to bring their fantasies to life only made her hotter. Meeting his eyes, she urged him on with her gaze, and he gently pushed her head down.
* * *
Dean’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Charlotte go down on him. She’d asked what she did to him in his fantasy, and this was it only a million times better. He was pretty certain that nothing in his life had ever been this hot. He reached out to sweep her blond hair off her face, pulling it around to one side. Her hooded eyes shifted up to him, holding contact as she licked up the length of him.
That sight alone had him gripping the pillow beside him, trying to take this like a man and not a teenager in the backseat of a car getting head for the first time. But goddamn, that’s exactly how he felt.
After a few moments of sucking, he knew he couldn’t take anymore. He lifted his hand and caressed her face, his thumb touching her cheek once more until she pulled back. “Get up here.”
She didn’t ask any questions, just stood and pulled his briefs all the way off his legs. She then slid down her own panties, revealing the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. His mouth went dry as he took in the beauty of her soft skin, her full thighs, and the triangle of hair between them. She let him look at her for just a moment before she climbed back onto his lap.
“Condom?” she asked, once settled.
“Front pocket of my jeans.”
She leaned down, fumbled with his pants, and her smile was playful and sexy as she sat back upright with the packet between her fingers.
Dean watched, mesmerized, as she opened it, and then stroked him several times before finally rolling the condom down the length of him. Their eyes locked as she lifted and then slowly …
“Holy … damn…” Dean hissed out a long breath, his hands going to her face, one on each cheek, as she seated herself fully. “Oh God, you feel so good.”
Too good. Too tight, warm … and then she began to move, and Dean’s eyes slid closed as Charlotte let out a breathy moan. His hands still on her face, he could feel her lean forward and then her lips sought his.
The kiss was slow and wet, mimicking the movement of their bodies. They’d waited so long, and he didn’t want to rush this, but every movement of her body sent him closer to the edge. It didn’t take long for her to pick up the pace, her body rocking and pounding against his. The lust was too intense, and within moments they were both chasing after release like their lives depended on it.
“Touch me,” she said against his lips. “Please.”
Dean dropped a hand between them and his thumb instantly found its intended destination. She gripped his head in response and tilted her pelvis forward to give him better access. Her change in position altered the friction below and his mouth dropped open, his body trembling.
“Slow down, baby, or I’m gonna come.”
“Me too…” Instead of slowing down she picked up the pace, rocking her body against his, and within seconds they were coming together.