Chapter 6
Charlotte
“As far asfirst dates go, this one is my favorite and the best I’ve ever had.” Diner was incredible. Dean surprised me with a picnic in the most beautiful field of wildflowers. We had burgers and milkshakes from the diner in town.
“I’m glad to hear it, sunflower. This has been the best date of my life.” He leans in and kisses me. I wish we could have had this night six years ago.
“I wish I could go back in time and get back the years we lost together.” It pains my heart with how much time we lost because of Tony. My gaze flickers down to my hands, feeling sadness creeping in.
Dean’s fingers slip under my chin, tilting my head until we are eye to eye, and he says, “I think this is how it was always meant to be.” After my dad passed, I was in no state to be the man you deserved. We both had to go on our separate journeys to get to this moment right here.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah, I do Charlotte. We were always in the cards. Just because it didn’t happen when we wanted it to. Doesn’t mean it would never happen. You and me are forever and always.” I nod, feeling the sadness melt away. Maybe he is right. No matter what happened, we were destined to get together. “Now let’s have some of this pie you made.”
I grab the pie and the knife from the basket and serves us up a slice of pie. Dean looks giddy as a schoolboy waiting for his slice. This man and his love for pie is adorable. I knew I had to make Dean a pie. I couldn’t decide between my grandmother’s cherry pie and apple pie, so I made both in one glorious pie.
Dean takes the plate from me and dives into his slice. Groaning as the first bite hits his tongue. “This pie is incredible,” he mumbles around his bite of food.
“Thank you. It was my grandmother’s recipe. Just wait,” my words off cut off by a fit of giggles at the sight of Dean. His plate is empty and his face it covered in cherry sauce and crumbs.
“You have some pie on your face.” I circle my face with my finger. His tongue peeks out, licking around his lips. Missing a majority of the mess.
“Did I get it?”
“Not even a little bit.” I giggle and put my plate down to find him a napkin. Next thing I know, I’m on my back and Dean is above me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“I think I know a better way to clean up.” He buried his face between my cleavage and rubs his face clean between my cleavage. His beard tickles my skin.
“You better clean that up, cowboy.” I tell him between giggles.
“I plan on it.” My giggles turn to a moan when his tongue makes contact with my skin. Heat blooms between my thighs as I watch Dean lick the cherry syrup from the tops of my breasts.
Dean works the straps of my dress down my arms until my breasts are free. He sucks in a sharp breath as he gazes down at my bare breasts. My nipples are hard and begging for his mouth. He softly rubs my nipple with his thumb. Sending a shiver through me.
“So perfect.” He says, dipping his head down and taking my nipple in his mouth. Massaging the tight bud with his tongue until I’m squirming with need.
“Dean, I need you.” I sob with need.
“Don’t worry, sunflower, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he says, sliding a hand between my legs. Fingers teasing my pussy lips through my soaked panties. “So wet for me. I need a taste.”
He sits back on his haunches and flips my skirt up. Exposing my drenched panties. Licking his lips, he reaches for the waistband and slides them down and tucks them into his pants pocket. I love the wild, desperate look on his face as he stares at my dripping core.
“Please,” I moan, feeling like I might burst if he doesn’t make me come soon.
His hungry mouth descends on my mound. He licks and sucks my clit until my back is arching off the blanket and my screams of pleasure echo across the valley. I can’t believe this is happening. The man of my dreams is between my thighs, devouring my pussy like it’s the best dessert he’s ever had.
His tongue slides down my sex and pushes inside. I feel myself clenching around his greedy tongue. He fucks me with his tongue until I am a wild, needy mess beneath him. He replaces his tongue with his fingers. Thrusting them in and out of me while his tongue flicks back and forth over my clit. My orgasm builds from deep within. He keeps devouring me. My legs begin to shake as the pleasure courses through me. He thrusts another finger inside me and I go off like fireworks. Screaming his name.
He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me, building me up again. “Give me another one, sunflower.” He growls against my clit. He hooks his fingers inside of me and I go off again.
“Dean!”
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. When my orgasm finally subsides, my eyes open to find Dean looking at me with lust and desire in his eyes. “Take me home and make love to me.”