Page 86 of On the Ropes
“Don’t stop what you’re doing either,” I sighed, holding his head as he pulled on my nipple with his lips. He kept the speed of his fingers frustratingly slow. I whined, snapping my hips, urging him to do what I wanted.
With one hand, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from touching him. With the other, he curled his fingers deeper until he caressed a bundle of nerves that made my entire body shake.
“Oh my God, Dean,” I panted. I was gently, but firmly, flat on my back not a second later, with Dean holding my knees open with an expression so ravenous I almost came from the force of it. He sat back on his heels, his powerful body naked and thrumming with a quiet intensity. Eyes locked on mine, he curled his hands around my ass and lifted me up so he could drop his mouth to my sex.
He replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking deep inside my pussy and sending me arching on the bed, hands gripping the edge of the mattress. I whined. I whimpered. At one point, I begged as he refused to speed up or intensify his movements. His tongue curled through my folds, close to my clit but always avoiding it. I was boneless and mindless, hair stuck to my forehead as I thrashed beneath the wonder of Dean’s mouth.
“We’re not in a rush, are we?” he asked, eyes glittering.
I laughed raggedly, the sound ending on a desperate moan. “Please, Dean. Please, let me come. Let me…let me…”
I was released, but one hand splayed on my stomach, holding me still. Dean reached for the condom on the bedside table, and I could tell he was hanging by a thread—sweat on his brow, muscle ticking in his jaw, throat working as he rolled the condom down his cock. He roamed up my body, hips settling between my thighs. With a bruising kiss, he thrust all the way in, and I flew off the precipice he’d kept me on all morning. I came with a cry, filled with ecstasy, but Dean didn’t stop. He entwined our fingers in the iron of the headboard and fucked me fast and thoroughly through every aftershock until I was moments from orgasm again.
His talented mouth hovered at my ear. “When I was a pro, do you know what I was known for, Tabitha?” He tilted his hips, grinding against my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my own body rising to meet his. Urging him faster. “I don’t know…multiple orgasms?”
His laughter was a dangerous vibration. “Patience.”
I was close. So close.
“Focus.”
His name fell freely from my lips now, my second climax beckoning.
“Dedication.”
He crashed his mouth over mine, and I came again, brilliant and dazzling in the morning light as Dean shuddered and released with me.
I held him against my body as our breathing eventually slowed and the sweat dried on our skin, wishing I could freeze this moment in time and enjoy it forever.
“I still think you should be known as a purveyor of multiple orgasms,” I said sleepily. I felt him smile against my skin. “But patience, focus, and dedication are all pretty cool too, I guess.”
He propped himself up on his elbow with a crooked grin, his curls in disarray. It was funny that Dean called me a troublemaker. I’d never been more in trouble than when I was around him.
“Are you doubting my professional reputation?” he asked.
“Surely only time will tell.” I winked at him. Color rose in his cheeks, even after what we’d done.
So much trouble.
He dipped his head and brushed our lips together. “Then it’s a good thing you’re all mine today.”
