Page 28 of Unwrapped
“Don’t stop,” I beg, reeling from the ecstasy and desperate for more.
Rearing up, he removes the stethoscope and places it in my ears. “Listen to your heart race.”
“I don’t need to hear it. I know it’s fucking racing.”
“Listen anyway.” He holds the diaphragm to my chest and lowers himself between my thighs once more. Instead of resuming with my clit, he eases a long finger inside me.
My heartbeat thunders in my ears. “Dean,please.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“So good.” The words leave my lips on a moan.
Watching his movements, he slowly pumps his finger in and out. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.” He presses my legs wider apart and adds a second finger, thrusting with the same agonizingly slow pace. “So tight. Can you handle one more?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He slides a third finger inside me, curving them to rub my G-spot. My body clenches around him as he continues to stroke them in and out. Then he mercifully returns his attention to my clit, sealing his mouth over it.
“Oh, yes,” I hiss when he gives me a hard suck. My heart thumps its approval. My hips thrust to meet his movements as he unravels me. I dig my heels into the mattress and struggle against the leather binding my wrists. “Dean, your tongue feels so good.”
He doubles down on his efforts, groaning when I squeeze his head between my thighs. I’m literally fucking his face now. One more swirling flick, and I’m gone.
I wail his name as I fall apart, writhing on the bed. My pussy spasms around his fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t ease up on my clit either.
“Dean, I can’t take—” My second climax steals my words.
He keeps moving like he’ll die if he stops. The tension builds and crests in under a minute.
“Oh, God, Dean.”
“Give me another,” he growls, pulling my body closer to his mouth.
I thrash my legs. “It’s too much. I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. And youwill.” He holds me in place. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
Another orgasm seizes me, and I cry out, unable to keep quiet if I tried. Hudson’s downstairs, but I stopped caring if he—or anyone else—hears me. I’ve never orgasmed this many times in a row. I’ve never had anyone show my body this kind of attention. The pleasure is too much for me to handle.
“I can’t take anymore.”
Dean sucks my clit harder, making me comeagain. I’m a sweaty, writhing mess and he shows no sign of stopping. My heartbeat echoes over my wailing moans. I’m going to disintegrate. The intensity has moved beyond a level I’m comfortable with.
“You’ve gotta stop,” I plead.
He meets my gaze and raises his eyebrow like I’m supposed to be doing something, but he doesn’t stop licking me.
“Dean!”
He raises his head. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
“Not exactly, but I’m getting there. I need things to slow down.”
“I can do that.” He resumes at a much slower pace, licking and kissing with a gentle tenderness he lacked before, but I’m already too sensitive. My body quivers and clenches as the pleasure coils tighter. Before I can catch my breath, yet another climax rockets through me.
I squeeze his head between my legs. “Politician!”
Dean immediately rises to his knees and reaches for the belt, quickly untying my hands. Massaging my wrists, he stares into my eyes and lowers my stiffened arms. “Are you OK, sweetheart?”
