Her Secret Wish (10 page)

Incredible euphoria stole her breath as he touched her, tongued her, in a place no one ever had before. The hours of arousal watching him, listening to him, smelling him, avalanched over her. With just a couple of strokes from his talented tongue, Dean gave her more pleasure than she’d ever felt in her life.

Rachel screamed, then slammed a hand against her mouth, some inner sense of caution warning her that Mrs. Lightner would call the cops if she thought she was in trouble.

Dean pulled away from her quivering flesh, giving her a grin, and stood up to remove his clothes. Rachel watched dazedly as he shucked everything to the floor, then ripped open a condom to sheathe his extraordinary erection. Rachel had a moment of worry as she caught sight of his incredible body, muscles delineated after many hundreds of hours in gyms. The man could probably bench press a car, but he used incredible care as he settled between her thighs. “Should I let you ride me,” he asked.

Rachel gave the question serious thought. “No, I want you inside me just like this. If I’m uncomfortable, I’ll let you know.”

He needed no further encouragement. Using one hand to guide the head of his cock inside her, he used the other to brace his body over top of her. Rachel lifted her thighs to rest outside his lean hips and she felt the stretch in her back and hips, but no pain.

Dean slid inside her slowly, carefully, as if afraid she were made of glass. “You’re not hurting me, Dean. I promise.”

Nuzzling his lips into her ear, he sighed. “Okay. Good. I’m just savoring the feel of you. I want to remember everything about our first time together.”

She choked out a laugh, her heart shuddering all over again. He knew exactly what to say to her to make her emotions go haywire.

Dean sighed as he reached the edge of her cervix, as deep inside her as he could get. Rachel pulsed around him, still recovering from her initial orgasm. Another quivered deep in her body as he began to move. That nebulous feeling began to build again. “Oh, Dean, you feel so damn good.”

He bowed his head and kissed her, nibbling softly at her lips, then up her cheeks to her temple. When he reached the bruise at her hairline he skimmed a gentle kiss there as well. “You do too, sweetheart. You fit me as if we were made for each other.”

They did. Hip to hip, chest to ribs, he was just big enough that she would curl perfectly beneath his chin.

After the sex.

He seemed to realize there was more fun to be had because he started flexing his hips into her, then retreating. The long glide of his dick over her sensitive tissues made her frantic to reach that next pinnacle. She clutched at his ass, trying to bring him ever closer.

Dean’s movements took on a determination that she could feel to the depths of her being. He planned on making her come again, she could tell, because he was kissing her mouth, then plumping her breasts with one hand. Dean’s pleasure soon began to drive the bus, though. She could tell by the way he had begun to shudder, his hips shoving convulsively as if he were unable to curb their movements.

Then he lifted up onto his arms and looked down at her, his stunning eyes half-lidded, hips surging, face slack with pleasure, and she watched and felt him orgasm. His face turned fierce with gratification. The pumping of his hips reached a frenzy, then dramatically slowed as he arched into her.

Rachel thrilled at the look on his face, the enjoyment he was taking from her body. And that satisfaction stoked her own fire and pushed her over the edge. It was as if she had needed him to find release so that she could find her own. The room around them faded away as her world went supernova.

*     *     *

Dean knew he
had to move. He needed to dispose of the condom and they needed to get situated on the bed a little better. Rallying his strength, he pushed up on quivering arms. Rachel stared up at him, a fuzzy, warm, and maybe even loving expression on her face. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as if she was reluctant to release him. Leaning down he kissed her plump lips, unwilling to break the connection they had. “Are you okay? I know I kind of lost control there at the end.”

She blinked at him, brows pulling together. “You can lose control like that anytime. My neck is completely fine. You didn’t hurt me at all.”

Dean grinned, replete, as he began to pull out of her. Even that felt incredible. He sighed as he pushed himself up from her, then he had to pause to etch the way she looked in his memory. Her hair was rumpled but it told him exactly how much he’d pleasured her. Her caramel colored eyes were slumberous and the smile on her lips told him she was as replete as he was. But her spanking hot body drew his gaze.

Rachel drew her thighs together and laid them to the side, creating an elegant curve to her lean frame, one hard-nippled breast pointed toward the ceiling. There were certain things guys just didn’t do, especially right after sex. Dropping to the floor in front of her and telling her that he’d just had the best orgasm ever, hands down, would not impress her with his manliness… but that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

Instead, he turned for the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

When he returned a few minutes later her eyes had drifted shut. Crawling onto the mattress behind her, he pulled her into the curve of his body, one arm going under her head and the other across her hips.

“Mm,” she sighed.

Dean took a deep breath, emotion damn near choking him. “You are incredible, Rachel. I’m sorry you crashed but I’m so thankful I’ve met you. My heart is fuller than it’s ever been. Now that I have you, I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

Her breath stalled in her chest for a moment, then eased out of her. Her body relaxed against his. “
That
is my secret wish,” she whispered, and he felt tears drip onto his arm. His own eyes blurring, he pulled her tighter against his heart, vowing to be more than she’d ever hoped for.

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I
t was very
strange waking the next morning. There seemed to be a heater behind her. A very large, lightly snoring heater.

Rachel needed to pee. It had to be about six a.m. Even years after leaving the military, she still got up at the same time every morning. She glanced toward the nightstand but her vision was obscured by a big arm. Well, there was no help for it. She had to go.

Wriggling and pushing, she managed to get Dean’s heavy arm away from her shoulders. She was laying on his other arm. As quietly as she could she maneuvered her way out of the cocoon of her bed and padded to the bathroom.

When she returned, there was just enough light to see Dean’s sleepy face, smiling softly at her. He propped himself up on an elbow and watched her enter the room.

Rachel hadn’t thought he’d be awake yet, so she hadn’t bothered covering herself. Now she wished she had. When she reached for a t-shirt lying on the dresser, he sat up. “Please don’t. Just let me look at you.”

She was so thankful for the weak light coming in the bedroom window. It gave her some semblance of coverage. Dean seemed to see everything, though.

Without being self-conscious of his own stunning nudity he left the bed and crossed the room to her. Rachel held perfectly still, though her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. When he reached her, Dean stopped inches away. “You look like a seductress. Shadows and light playing across your skin.” He stroked the very tip of her nipple. “Are you trying to wake me up?”

Rachel glanced down the length of their bodies. “I think you already woke up,” she said softly, leaning into his hardness.

Dean chuckled and wrapped his arms around her back, backing her carefully against the edge of the bed. “Maybe…” he drawled as he lowered her to the mattress and rolled on the condom that he’d palmed from the bedside table.

Rachel shivered in the cool of the room. Or was it him making her shiver? Probably both. As he shifted his big body over hers and he became all she could see and feel and smell, she decided it was definitely Dean that made her body react like this.

When he pressed into her ready heat, Rachel moaned, unable to keep her body from tightening around him. And as he rocked into her, lean hips surging beneath her hands, she allowed herself to languish in the decadent nature of his arousal. He was massive in body and heart. Though she had some experience, she’d never warmed physically or emotionally to another man like she had with Dean. It was overwhelming, and just a little scary.

Already, she could tell that her heart was irretrievably wrecked.

Dean reached down, cupping her thighs and lifting her knees. Arching above her he looked down at her in the dim light. “Are you okay?”

Rachel nodded, panting. “Oh, yes. That feels incredible,” she sighed.

Dean seemed to think so as well because his movements began to speed up. His rhythm lost a little of its perfection, being overwhelmed by excitement. Rachel arched her hips, needing contact a little to the right.
Oh, yes, right there
. Her breath caught in her throat as the welling heat of her orgasm rolled over her. “Oh,
Dean
,” she cried out. Then she couldn’t say anything else.

Keeping the rhythm, he waited until her euphoria had eased before pulling out of her. Rachel blinked up at him in surprise, but he grinned at her. “Trust me.”

His broad hands carefully gripped her hips and turned her over, then he pulled her up onto her knees. Rachel would have been embarrassed if she could have seen herself, but the eroticism of the position supplanted her embarrassment. She felt Dean behind her, looking at her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Rachel nodded immediately. “I am. Just didn’t expect this.”

Dean ran a hand from her shoulders to her ass, pausing to draw a circle on the skin of her butt cheek. “You have a beautiful shape. I’ve thought about it way too much.”

Rachel snorted. “Really?”

Without answer he wedged his hips tight against her, his cock nestled between them. He rocked them up, spreading the moisture from her release. Rachel sighed as he shifted, the flared head of his dick slipping into her entrance.

Dean felt even harder in this position. More potent. Rachel braced her arms against the mattress, then one against the brown padded headboard for extra leverage. Oh, hell… he was stroking over her G-spot with every stroke. Rachel arched, shifting her hips slightly so that he was in a better groove. Yeah, he’d probably flipped her over for him, but she planned to enjoy the position as well.

Behind her, Dean began huffing out breaths in time to his pumping. Rachel wiggled her ass, teasing him, until he clamped his heavy hands around her hips to hold her still. “I can’t look at you like this very long without coming. You have such a beautiful ass.”

Rachel laughed, then gasped as he reached forward to cup her breasts in his hands. The bed creaked as he plunged into her, but Rachel could only arch back into him because he felt so good. As he surged deeper than he had before she cried out, making him pause. “No, it’s all good. Keep going, damn it!”

Dean picked up the rhythm and it began to change. The tension in his body leached into hers and Rachel felt her orgasm dancing just out of reach. Dean seemed to sense it because he managed to reach a hand down around to between her thighs. One thick finger glided between her soaked folds to lightly tap her clit. Rachel cried out and tightened around him. That was all it took for them both to plunge over the cliff.

Dean growled something against her but she couldn’t tell what. She was too busy trying to stay up on her arms as his full weight rested on her hips and his orgasm crashed over him.

Rachel moaned as the aftershocks consumed her. Dean’s head rested against the back of her own for a moment before he pulled away. Her body tried to keep him close but it didn’t work.

They both collapsed to the bed, sweaty but replete. Rachel couldn’t remember ever feeling so boneless yet satisfied. Her body thrummed with pleasure and her stomach twitched with aftershocks. The morning had lightened enough that when she looked at Dean, she could see the satisfied grin on his face.

“You rock my world, woman.”