Chapter 13 #3
She scratched her nails over his shoulders and upper arms, savoring his hissed intake of breath. He loved it when she marked him, called them his badges of honor.
Dean took her harder then, lowering himself to his elbows, his fingers weaving their way through her hair. It stung when he closed his fists around her tresses in such a horny, kinky, wonderful way, her pussy clenched in response.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips tickling her ear as he spoke.
“More,” she half pleaded, half demanded.
Dean twisted slightly, releasing her hair so that he could slide one hand down her body. She shivered as his fingers danced down her side until he reached between them, seeking and finding her clit—the ultimate turn-on.
She gasped when he stroked it, doubling down on his pace, taking her with the roughness and passion she now needed as much as air and water.
“Yes,” she hissed, when he sank his teeth into that small space between her shoulder and throat, leaving a mark of his own. Looked like she had more teasing to look forward to tomorrow from Belle, who was getting a kick out of Vivian’s “new fashion style”—endless turtlenecks.
The bite, combined with his magic stroking of her clit and relentless, incredible thrusts, pushed her over the cliff, straight into the deep end. Vivian slapped her own hand over her mouth, fighting to mute her cries, lest they wake Pip.
Dean helped her by pushing her hand away, covering her mouth with his, drinking down every one of her moans and cries.
She had only just landed when Dean withdrew, gripping her arm to turn her to her stomach. He wasted no time grasping her hips and lifting them in the air. Vivian barely had time to part her legs before Dean was there, pounding inside her once more.
Her second orgasm struck in under a minute, because holy fuck was she a fan of doggie style. Dean was as well, so when she came again, he was right there with her. He grunted her name and enough curse words to give Victor a run for his money.
“Fuck me, Viv. So fucking good! Jesus, sunshine. I love you so fucking much.”
Vivian had collapsed onto her stomach, fucked to exhaustion, too breathless for words.
They lay there for a few minutes, his body blanketing hers as they pulled themselves together.
As he withdrew, he pushed himself to his knees between her outstretched legs. She trembled when he drew his fingers along her slit, circling her opening with the tip of one. It was the first time he’d come inside her with no barrier between them.
“Is it crazy that I’m sorry you went on birth control?” he asked in a quiet voice.
She shook her head. “I hope not, because I was lying here feeling sorry about the same thing. You planted that baby seed, and now…”
He leaned forward, kissing her shoulder softly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our baby. I swear to you, Viv, I’ll be a good father…to the baby, to Pip.”
She turned beneath him, wanting him to see her face as she replied, “I know you will, Dean. I’ve never doubted that for a moment.”
Vivian frowned when he climbed out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
He reached for her hand, dragging her up, even as her fucked-boneless, satiated body resisted.
“I want to help clean you,” he said. “Then we need to brush our teeth because holy shit, we ate a lot of sugar tonight. And then, we need to put on pajamas and unlock the door. You said Pip comes over sometimes if she wets the bed. I want to be decent if that happens.”
Vivian was touched by how careful and caring he was toward Pip.
So, she dug deep and found the strength to follow him to the bathroom.
Of course, their ablutions took some time, because neither of them was able to hold back after Dean gently ran the washcloth between her legs, initiating round two, which involved her bent over the sink as he took her from behind again.
This time, they were able to see each other’s faces reflected in the mirror as they came.
After that, she was completely spent, so Dean cleaned her once more, then guided her back to the bedroom, where he helped her put on her pajamas before pulling on a T-shirt and lounge pants of his own.
Once they were settled, Dean wrapped his arm around her, as she rested her head on his chest, the steady thumping of his heart the perfect white noise.
“Merry Christmas, sunshine,” he said sleepily. “I love you.”
“Merry Christmas.”
As she listened to Dean drift to sleep, Vivian lay there, counting her blessings, aware she hadn’t just found the love of her life once.
She’d found him twice.