Chapter 11 #2
“I need you,” she said, softly, pulling at the bottom of his shirt.
“But it’s so soon, are you sure you’re ready?”
“Dean…I know my body. I want my husband…now,” Yasmine said, firmly. Dean’s eyes lit up.
“Who am I to argue with the needs of my wife,” he teased, but nipped at her bottom lip. Stepping away he walked over to the large sheer they used as a curtain and drew it across to separate their portion of the room from the boys.
Dean stalked back across the room and her stomach did little flips and turns.
Her breath caught as she peeled off his dress shirt and tossed it aside.
The dim lighting enhanced the dark tattoos that lined his arms and chest, making her mouth water.
From the first moment he’d stepped foot in her small town, she wanted him. He was perfection.
“I will never grow tired of you looking at me like that,” he said, stopping in front of her. Yasmine’s body trembled as she placed her hands on his muscled chest. “My fierce wife, ready to rip women apart for me…” Dean cupped Yasmine’s cheek. “Fuck, I love you so much. I would never betray you.”
“I know, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and watch someone be disrespectful to you, me, us, and the kids. This is our family, and I’ll always defend it with ferocity.”
The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up. “Turn around,” he ordered and Yasmine slowly did, giving him her back. Goosebumps rose and chased the contact of his fingers as he unzipped the dress. The gold material slipped to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
“Sweet Jesus…were you like this all night?”
Yasmine glanced over her shoulder, savoring the desire in Dean’s eyes. “And what if I was,” she teased again, and his eyes snapped up from her bare ass to lock with hers.
“When did you get to be so naughty?”
Yasmine turned and wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck. “I always have been when it comes to you,” she said, and loved how his eyes grew darker. “Now get out of these pants…and laydown.” She grabbed the leather and pulled the buckle free. “You’re mine tonight.”
Dean smiled, warming her right to the tips of her toes. “I’m yours, forever.”
He quickly stripped and laid down and soaked in the look in his eyes as she crawled up his body. She hated that she had stretch marks, curvy hips, and heavy breasts. But Dean always looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Straddling his body, she looked down into his eyes and sighed as his hand ran up her legs and gripped her hips.
“Do you have any idea how incredible you are? What you do to me? How lucky you make me feel?”
Yasmine blushed from his compliments, and then sighed as he pulled her hips forward, forcing her to slide along his cock.
“You feel that?” She nodded, biting her lip. “That’s what you do to me. No one else has ever or will ever captivate me the same way. You never have to worry about what I’m doing when I’m not here with you.”
The overwhelming emotion he evoked had tears pricking her eyes. She couldn’t find the words to express how much she loved him, and despite all the insanity, their life together. So instead, she chose to show him and lifted her hips to take him into her.
Dean’s fingers tightened on her hips as he slowly sank deeper into her body. She took a moment to adjust and braced her hands on his defined abs that always made her mouth water.
“God, you feel incredible,” he said and then groaned as she began to move.
There was no rush, and if Dean cared, he didn’t show it. He let Yasmine take control of what she could handle. It was just another reason why she loved him so much. He always knew exactly what she needed like he could read her mind.
Dean’s hands traveled up her body, skimming under her breasts, and then following the lines of her sides down again. For a man that killed with his bare hands, he was always so tender with her.
She bounced faster, the orgasm quickly closing in. A moan escaped her as he rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“There is no sexier sight in the world then this right here,” Dean growled as she began to bounce erratically. “That’s it…come for me.”
Yasmine gasped as Dean grabbed her ass and helped her keep rhythm, her arms shaking and sweat trickling down her back. “Fuck…yes. Come for me now, I can’t hold back any longer,” Dean groaned.
She locked eyes with her husband, her soulmate, the man that had claimed her with a single look years ago, and still held her heart just as tight.
The climax slammed into her, and she froze, mouth agape as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Dean kept moving, fucking up into her, and making her gasp as he groaned louder.
“Fuck…oh fuck yes.” He grunted, his hips jacking upward and his back arching as he came.
She could feel his cock jerking inside of her.
And every hot jet of his release only enhanced her own orgasm.
Maybe it was the all the hyped-up baby hormones running rampant through her system, but she hoped she got pregnant again tonight.
Panting hard, Yasmine collapsed forward onto Dean’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. When she shivered, he shifted her to the side of his body, reached down, and grabbed the blanket, pulling it up and covering them.
She snuggled in close, and whispered, “they can take everything else. But not this. Not our family.”
Dean kissed her hair, voice rough. “Never us.”
And in the quiet that followed, for one fragile moment, the world outside their door ceased to exist.