Chapter 3 #2
As he sucked on her nipples, Vivian urged him on with quiet squeaks and moans and panting breaths, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“So good,” she praised, when he teased the tip of one nipple with his teeth. Her response encouraged him to push her further. Increasing the suction on one nipple, he pinched the other, loving the way she cried out his name.
“Dean! God. Yes!”
He kissed, licked, sucked, and bit her breasts and nipples until she was breathless.
That was when Vivian pressed on his shoulder blades, pushing him back so that she could treat his chest to the same kind of attention.
She ran the tip of her tongue around his brown nipples in a way that tickled.
It was almost playful—until she sank her teeth into one of his pecs.
Dean groaned, giving her a dose of her own encouragement as he kept steady pressure on her head, holding her against him, an unspoken demand for her to keep going.
After God only knew how long, the hunger became too great. That was when Dean rose from the bed, his ego growing three sizes when Vivian reached out to pull him back, frowning at the sudden distance.
“Shh.” He hushed her when she started to demand he come back. Dean cupped her cheek, bending at the waist to give her a hard, quick kiss. Then he straightened and grasped the waistband of his lounge pants.
Vivian stopped complaining instantly. In fact, she did him one better, shifting to sit on the edge of the mattress right in front of him.
Dean shoved his pants down, kicking them off, feeling the weight of her gaze taking in every single part of him.
Her oh-so-appreciative look was deadly to his libido. He’d never had any woman look at him with such naked desire. Her longing was almost tangible, and it matched his own.
Maybe later, he’d be able to give her time to look her fill, but for now, he was reaching critical mass.
Grasping her hand, he urged her to rise, then he stripped her pajama pants off.
She hadn’t been wearing panties, and he found himself wondering exactly when she’d made the decision to…
well, seduce was probably the wrong word.
Because all she’d essentially implied was “do you wanna?” and he’d come at her like a horny fucking teenager with his first hard-on.
Vivian stood before him completely naked, with a confidence that told Dean her husband had been just as incredible as he sounded.
This woman knew her worth, knew she was beautiful, and while he was sure part of that came from her own self-assuredness, there was almost certainly a part born from being with a man who never failed to tell her just how incredible she was.
“Viv,” he murmured, running his hand down her side, loving the way she shivered in response. “Get back on that bed.”
He’d meant that to be a request, but it had come out as pure command, and Vivian responded to it perfectly, her pupils blown wide, her body flushed, her movements hasty in a way that told him she wanted this every bit as much as he did.
When she turned away from him, bending over to crawl onto the bed, his hands shot out and stopped her, grabbing her hips to hold her right there, in that position.
“This ass,” he muttered.
“So you’re a T and A guy,” she joked.
Dean shook his head, unsure where the words came from when he corrected her. “No. I’m a Vivian guy.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, pure delight in her eyes at his compliment. “Sweet talker,” she said, though he didn’t get the sense she was trying to diminish or dismiss his words.
Vivian didn’t seek to return to the bed, but Dean figured that was because he still had a firm grip on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
Then, she let out a gasp when he lifted one hand and smacked her ass.
“Oh!” she cried, her tone a mix of surprise and pleasure. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, a second later.
Dean took that as permission, placing a second smack to her other ass cheek. Vivian’s second gasp gave way to pleasure as she lowered her upper body, resting her weight on her elbows. Then the gorgeous minx wiggled her ass, daring him to keep going.
If she knew him better, she would have known not to dare him.
Dean peppered her ass and upper thighs with a dozen smacks, some light, some with more force behind them. Vivian responded to each one like it was a Christmas present, her groans and moans and demands for more the only sounds in the room besides that of his hand landing on her skin.
When he finished the spanking, he rubbed her reddened cheeks, unable to resist bending forward himself and kissing the heated flesh all better.
She giggled. “Your beard tickles.”
Dean had been toying with the idea of shaving it lately, but now he was glad he hadn’t. He gave her another kiss, followed by a tiny nip, then he pushed her flat to the mattress.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, quickly grabbing his wallet from the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Vivian watched his progress, glancing over her shoulder at him with bedroom eyes that were seductive as fuck.
Dean wasted no time pulling on the condom, then he shifted into position.
Vivian parted her legs, her feet now on the floor next to his. When she wiggled that damn ass again, he was a goner.
He ran his fingers through her slit. She was wet and hot and oh so ready. Unwilling to rush things, he stroked her again, then teased his fingertips over her clit, loving the way she lifted on her tiptoes, gasping in delight as he increased the pressure and the speed.
While he typically prided himself on his staying power, he knew it wasn’t going to take him long once he got inside Vivian. So he needed to make sure she was just as close.
Her long, wavy hair fell forward, blocking all view of her profile. Not that he needed to see her face. Her cries and pleas for more were enough.
“Dean!” she said. “Please. So close.”
More arousal coated his fingers as he pushed two inside her.
Holy. Fuck.
She was tight—almost too tight—and her pussy was roughly the temperature of the surface of the sun. She was going to burn him alive, and he was going to willingly step onto the pyre.
He thrust his fingers inside her several more times, waiting until he felt that telltale quivering of her inner muscles. She was right there, on the cusp.
She hissed when he pulled his fingers out, but he didn’t leave her empty for long.
Guiding his cock to her opening, he pushed in roughly with one hard, quick thrust.
Vivian’s orgasm struck before he was fully seated, her upper body crashing to the mattress, her fists clenching the sheets.
Dean stilled as she came apart around him. Movement wasn’t possible because Jesus. He was perilously close to following her over.
So he closed his eyes and started reciting the times tables, fighting like the devil not to come.
He refused to let her think he was a three-pump chump…but that wasn’t the reason he was holding back. It was the fact that he’d only had a couple condoms in his wallet, and he didn’t want to waste one by coming so fucking fast. Because there was no way he wasn’t going back for seconds.
When her orgasm began to fade, he bent over her body, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. “You okay?” he asked, grinning when she huffed out a breathy laugh in response.
“So okay,” she said.
“Okay enough to go for another orgasm?” He tugged her hair away from her face, her cheeks flushed as bright red as her ass was a minute ago.
Given the heat they were generating, it was no wonder she was flushed.
Her hair was damp, and Dean felt a bead of sweat roll down his own back.
He was going to need another shower after this.
“A second might kill me,” she confessed in a deep, hoarse voice. “But I’m willing to risk it.”
He laughed, kissing the side of her head. “Brave woman.”
After that, words fell away. Dean pulled out of her, gently guiding her to her back in the middle of the bed.
“I want to see that pretty face the next time you come.”
She widened her eyes, feigning fear, though the effect was muted when she followed it up with a wide grin.
Dean settled between her outstretched thighs, gliding back inside her once more. As God was his witness, he would swear she was even tighter this time.
This woman would be the death of him.
Placing his palms flat on the bed next to her head, he drew his hips back, then slammed in again. And again. And again.
Vivian’s hands grasped his shoulders, holding on to him as she wrapped those shapely legs around his waist, tilting her hips just so. His cock slipped in even deeper, and they groaned in unison.
Dean bent down, giving her another kiss. Ordinarily, kissing wasn’t a big part of sex for him, but there was something very inviting about Vivian’s plump red lips.
Her hands drifted from his shoulders to the back of his neck, her fingers toying with the nape, her nails scratching him there in a way that he found incredibly erotic.
“Mark me up, Viv. I want to feel those scratches tomorrow.”
She paused momentarily, her eyelids heavy. “You are so damn sexy.”
Before he could respond to that, her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching him deep enough to sting and burn, the bite of pain driving him crazy.
Whatever leash he’d been on loosened and gave way as he took Vivian even harder.
Less than three minutes later, she was there again, coming around his dick. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He was a man possessed. He fucked her through that orgasm and straight into a third.
It was that one that took him down, as well, his balls constricting tight as he shot load after load into the condom.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come this hard or this much.
They’d be lucky if the condom could hold it all.
His body jerked like he’d been struck by lightning, then he went rigid as he fought to hold himself above her.
He locked his elbows tight, not wanting to crush her beneath his weight.