Chapter 25
DEAN
“ M mmm…”
My eyes snap open from a dead sleep as the soft, familiar sound emanating from my wife calls to my libido like a siren.
Propping myself up on an elbow, I stare at her intently in the near dark.
There’s a bit of moonlight glowing through the sheer curtains, and I can make out enough of her features to tell she’s sleeping.
Another little moan escapes her lips. Her head tilts back into the pillow, and one of her arms lifts and drops back down behind her pillow.
Despite her knuckles clunking against the headboard, she doesn’t wake up.
I watch her breasts rise and fall with every breath.
Those pebbled peeks pressing against her satin nightie as she moans again.
My insatiable little peony. I fucked her to sleep earlier tonight, though, by the way her teeth are sinking into that plump bottom lip again, it seems round three is happening in dreamland.
Not fair.
“Mmmm…yess…” another prurient little groan escapes her, then a sharp gasp as if she was pleasantly surprised by something. I can’t help but wonder what, and I want in on this.
Grabbing the comforter, I shove it further down, off of us both, and move closer to her sleeping form.
Though I’ve reminded her of my consent in this area on multiple occasions, Vanna has never definitively granted hers, and I respect that.
But my cock is rock-fucking-hard, knowing my wife needs to be serviced again, and I’m missing out.
I slide my hand softly up her smooth, bare thigh to her hip, gently gripping her.
“ Vanna…” I growl, kissing along her shoulder. Her body squirms beneath my hand on her lower stomach. “Doll…don’t leave me behind…” Her head tilts to the side, granting me more access to her neck, and I kiss those sweet spots of hers that really get her going. “Can I touch you, baby?”
I’m met by another dick tugging groan, but that’s not a yes or a no.
“ Vanna, baby…”
Her fingers brush gently over my wrist before they clamp around it and push my hand further south. A smile pulls at my mouth. I love that she loves my touch so much. That these hands bring her so much pleasure.
This seems like a yes to me.
I groan at the moisture my fingers meet as I slide them between her thighs, rubbing her pussy over her panties. She rolls her hips, seeking more friction, and lets out another wanton moan.
I want to go down on her so badly.
Moving over her body, I kiss across her clavicle, then across the swells of her breasts and down between them.
Shoving the hem of her nightie up, I place kisses over her abdomen, her cesarean scar, and both hips.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I’m about to pull them down when she bolts upright in bed, wide-eyed in surprise.
“ Shit, I thought you were awake!” I immediately say, a wave of shame, guilt, and fear crashing into me all at once.
Feeling all kinds of wrong, I attempt to move away from her, but she grabs my shoulders, tugging me toward her, and plants a reassuring kiss against my lips, her tongue already seeking mine.
My anxiety melts away as her arms circle my neck, pulling me down on top of her, and I settle between her parted legs. She rolls her hips beneath me, managing to rub herself against my rigid shaft, and swallows down the primal growl rumbling up my throat. Her kiss is fierce and all-consuming.
“ Fuck me ,” she demands, a moment before capturing my bottom lip between her teeth. She gives it a quick, sharp suck. “ Fuck me, Dean. I want you.”
I slide my hands roughly down her body, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties once again as I reposition to divest her of this barrier between us.
I pull them down and chuck them over my shoulder before mounting her again.
She bends her knees and brings her smooth legs up to brush against the sides of my body, then wraps them around me.
I rock my hips, slicking my cock with her arousal, and she tilts her pelvis up, guiding the head of my cock to bump up against her entrance.
Sliding my arms underneath her, I push my hands up her back to curl my fingers over her shoulders, gripping them and anchoring her beneath me.
She lifts her head from the pillow to press her open mouth to mine once more, enticing me with her tongue.
She swirls it around my own as I steadily push myself inside her.
A shuddering breath brushes past my lips at the glorious sensation of her body enveloping me in her hot, slick heat.
She moves as best she can beneath my weight, fucking me back while our tongues move against each other just as fervently.
“Fuck, deeper…harder…” she pleads, and I drive myself into her with a bit more force.
Apparently not enough force, though, because she’s tugging my neck, wanting me on my back. I roll with her to give her what she wants, and she quickly positions herself to ride me, grinding down on me until I can’t get any deeper.
“ Fuck, doll…” I grunt as she squeezes her inner walls and begins to do that swiveling move with her hips that always drags me to the edge of restraint.
“God…damn it, baby… You know just what to do to me… Fuck , doll, fuck!” I grip her hips, thrusting up in a desperate attempt to keep time with her.
She’s so fucking wet and tight, and I’m not gonna last much longer.
Biting into my own lip now, trying to distract myself with a bit of pain, I watch her body move on me in the moonlight.
One of her hands is planted firmly against my abs.
I can barely feel her nails digging into the tense muscles.
The other is up somewhere, buried in her wild, long hair.
She’s a fucking goddess, and she’s gonna drain me again if I don’t switch this up immediately.
She spreads her legs slightly wider, leaning forward just a bit further, and lets out the faintest little “Ah,” the moment I feel the head of my cock bottom out.
That’s all I can take.
I sit up, sliding a hand to the back of her neck, snaking my other arm around her waist to twist her back down to the mattress. Our mouths crash together once again, our tongues wrestling before I pull out of her and reposition myself to my knees between her parted thighs.
Before she can voice her demand that I put it back in, I’m already there.
Gripping her hips, I pull her up against the front of my thighs and sink back inside her.
She plants her feet into the mattress on either side of my legs, attempting to regain some leverage, but I press my hand against her chest, pinning her top half back down against the mattress.
Now that I have her positioned how I want her, my hands grip her ass, and I resume pounding into her, watching her tits bounce with every thrust, escaping the top of her nightie.
Her teeth sink into that bottom lip as she continues to moan.
Her hands reach up the bed to push against the headboard for leverage, accentuating her hourglass figure, making her back arch and her body slope in such a way I can’t help but drill her as deep as I can get.
Even in this position, she’s figure-eighting my cock as best she can.
I’m relieved when her slick walls begin to pulse and spasm around me, the muscles in her ass tensing in my firm grip, she begins to chant my fucking name in high-pitched, gasping little chirps.
Though I can tell she’s restraining herself so as not to wake Ace, asleep in his room only a few feet down the hall.
I know I’m about to lose myself in her pleasure, the rhythmic pulsing of her wet heat wrapped tightly around me, coaxing my own release.
“ Fuck, Vanna… Fuck!” I hiss through gritted teeth in an attempt to stifle the sounds of ecstasy radiating through my body. Every muscle tightens, my cock pulses and jerks one last time, shooting another hot load into her perfect pussy.
That’s round three tonight, and exhaustion hits me like a tidal wave. I pull out and crash down against the mattress beside her, both of us breathing heavily. She turns her head on her pillow to gaze at me, a sated little smile on her lips.
“I honestly thought you were awake.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers. “We’re married.”
“I don’t have a problem hitting you up for sex, baby. But I want your consent. I thought I had it before.”
She moves from her pillow to rest her cheek against my chest and drapes her arm across my abdomen. “You did. I was already fucking you in my dream.”
Expelling a little sigh of relief, I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m relieved you wanted it this time, but I really thought you were consciously consenting.
It felt fifty shades of wrong when I realized you hadn’t.
Technically speaking, that’s sexual assault, married or not.
I’d love to wake you up with my tongue between your legs, but after this scare, I don’t know how we navigate this, as hot as the idea is. ”
A soft snore is the only response I get now.
Chuckling to myself, I press one more kiss to the top of her sleeping head and close my eyes to join her.
A ce is in the living room watching Saturday morning cartoons while I scramble up some eggs for breakfast. I can’t seem to shake the naughty dream I had last night, and I can feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. The vivid images Dean woke me up from play on a dirty little reel in my mind.
“You okay?” Dean asks, “You look a little… flushed.”
“Hot stuff,” I quickly reply. “The eggs, I mean. I’m cooking.” He quirks an inquisitive and very skeptical brow at me. The eggs are just about done, so I turn off the flame and reach into the cabinet for a couple of plates. “Do you want toast, too?”
“You’re being weird.”
“I’m just making breakfast.”
“You look… stressed .” His inquisitive expression quickly slides to one of concern. “Is this about last night?”