Chapter 10 - Kara
Kara
“I’ve got no protection, Kara. Didn’t think I’d be coming over to do more than eat you,” Dean murmurs against my lips.
I didn’t think I’d have this much energy after the epic orgasm he delivered, but here I am, ready and willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.
I can feel his cock nudging at my clit. My core tightens, my breathing hitches, and my body shudders.
I’m an achy, needy mess, built with desire and soaking wet.
“I’ve got some in the drawer.” I rub my chest against his, the hair rasping against my nipples, causing me to shiver.
“I don’t know if I should be pissed or thrilled at the notion of you having condoms.” He doesn’t sound too upset; in fact, there’s a tilt of his lips with the slightest smirk as he reaches behind him to pull at the knob.
“Impressed. Very impressed.” I’d had the forethought after meeting Dean in the parking lot, foreshadowing or manifesting this into existence.
Whatever I did, it obviously worked. While he’s busy pilfering through the drawer, it leaves me ample opportunity to go after what I want and need most. My hand wraps around his shaft, pulling the fabric beneath.
I scoot back just as I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and I make my move.
My lips brush the head of his cock in a featherlight touch, tongue darting out to catch the drop of precum at the tip. “Yum,” I say after I swallow it down. Dean’s fist tightens in my hair when I swirl my tongue before sinking the head into my mouth.
I’m greedy and ravenous all at once.
I want to make him feel just as good as he did for me, only I want him deep inside me, too. It’s a conundrum and luckily one I don’t have to decipher for the time being.
“Love your mouth on me, sweetheart, but it’ll have to wait till next time. Want my cock in your pussy the first time I blow for you.” When he puts it like that, who am I to be upset?
He pulls me off by using my hair. I’m more than willing, and when he runs his hand through the long locks, holding it like a ponytail, I notice why.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Dean bites the edge of the condom wrapper, tears it with his teeth, spits out the trash, and pulls out the rubber.
My eyes skim down the length of his body, tracking his movements with his hand and watching as he sheaths his cock.
In one fluid motion, it’s on, and his eyes never left mine.
“Not as hot as you, naked, dripping wet, and ready for me.” The husk of his voice skates along my skin. He crawls over me, caging me in with his warmth and spicy scent surrounding me. I’m tempted to lick a path from his neck to his chest.
“Maybe, maybe not,” I say, licking my lips.
“You good with this?” His hand glides to my leg, which took the brunt of the injury in the accident. I noticed the way he caressed each scar when he was going down on me, not enough to pull me out of the moment, and it definitely didn’t bother me then, or now.
“I am.” My breath hitches when his cock nudges my entrance.
“Son of a bitch, not sure how long I’ll last, but I’ll make this good for you,” he promises, and I know he will without question.
“You’ve already made it good for me once,” I say in a teasing tone.
“I’ll make it twice, then.” He glides in another inch.
I look from his eyes that are molten lava to his hand on my thigh, to where his other hand is at the juncture of my hip, where his thumb sweeps over my clit.
I inch down, taking more of him and hearing his sharp intake of breath, “Fuck, this is better than I ever imagined.”
“It’s definitely better in the flesh than listening through a wall,” I say on a groan when he slips in deeper.
When I look down, he’s halfway inside, and the reason I’m feeling a burn in the best way possible is because he’s thick, he’s long, and he definitely knows how to work his cock.
I mean, I knew this when I came face to face with his length.
The tips of my fingers barely touched when I had my hand wrapped around him.
“Fuck yeah, it is. Can’t wait to hear and see more.” He drops to his forearms, hands diving into my hair, and locks his eyes on mine. And as much as I hate that I can no longer see him tunnel in and out of me, I have to say this feels pretty freaking amazing.
“Me too.” Never have I been or thought I might be a talker during intimate times, yet with Dean, we’re able to communicate freely, even if mine comes with a lot of groaning and moaning.
“You ready?” he asks.
“Ready?” I question him, wondering what’s going on.
“Things are about to get better, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to hold on, ankles wrapped around my back, hands on my shoulders. I’m taking over and doing all the work.”
“Oh, well, then, yes, I am.” I’ve read about this before: a man who wants to take care of his woman, doesn’t want her to so much as move an inch. She’s called a pillow princess. I guess I’m in for an experience I’ve never had before.
“Fuck yeah, you are.” He slams all the way inside me.
My eyes close, and I bite my lower lip and let out a whimper.
“Need your eyes, Kara. Wanna make sure you’re good taking me, sweetheart.
” I open them, and droplets of sweat form around his temples.
His muscles ripple with each thrust, and I’m caught in a whirlwind with all of my senses coming alive.
Dean’s scent.
Dean’s voice.
Dean’s taste.
Dean’s touch.
“I’m good, so, so good.” The tips of my fingers dig into the muscles in his back when he swivels his hips, grinding his pelvis along my clit.
I come alive.
My body has a mind of its own, undulating to each plunge of his hips.
“Fuck.” I clamp down on his length when the edges of my orgasm attempt to pull me under before I’m ready.
“Close.” I don’t get any other words out. Dean’s mouth slams onto mine, tongue diving in, and he swallows my moans. My world goes dark right before bright lights flash behind my eyelids.
“Look at you,” he grunts when I rip my mouth away. “All hot for me.” A forward glide, then he continues pulling back. “And coming around my cock.” He plunges into the hilt, holding still as my pussy ripples around him.
“Dean!” I call out, my voice hoarse and my body shaking as I try to form an intelligible response, but nothing comes.
“Goddamn, Kara. You’re taking me with you.
” He doesn’t stop. What he does do is change the momentum at which he was going to short and deep, hard and fast. His body locks up, and I open my eyes at the right time.
Dean’s head tips back, his muscles straining, and I’m caught in the crosshairs of another orgasm rolling off the last one.
My eyes close no matter how hard I try to hold them open, and I come again right along with him.