Shelter for Adeline (17 page)

Leaving his finger under her panties, he slowly walked around her. And gasped. The underwear she was wearing was a skimpy thong. The small piece of lace was between the globes of her ass, leaving her butt completely bare.

Dean kneeled down behind her and Adeline unlaced her fingers and brought them down in front of her. Unsure.

“Arms back up, beautiful. Please.”

She reluctantly did as he asked, saying, “I think thongs are better in theory than real life. I’ve had a wedgie all night and with my size butt, I’m not sure it’s all that—”

Her words stopped abruptly as the finger that had been still at her hip moved. It followed the line of the thong to the small of her back, then down. Adeline felt Dean’s touch all along her butt until it reached her folds and pulled the crotch of her undies away from her soaking-wet slit.

“Jesus, beautiful. Perfect.”

Adeline couldn’t even get out her usual response. She could only stand in front of him, arms laced behind her neck, and moan in lust. She could picture in her mind his finger moving from the gusset of the thong up and inside her. Fucking her. Her legs shifted apart an inch.

“You want me to touch you?” Dean asked, leaning forward and nuzzling her right butt cheek.

“Mmmmm.”

With his free hand, Dean pushed her left thigh out until she moved her foot, giving him more room between her legs. His hand moved up to her front and rested on her mons, his palm on her clit and his fingers reaching up to almost her belly button. He held her firmly as his other finger brushed back and forth over her drenched pussy lips.

“You smell delicious. Fuck, you’re soaked, beautiful. Every night I jerked off thinking about this. Every time I woke up with a hard-on. Every time I said good night to your beautiful face and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning with the most erotic fantasies of you in my bed, of my cock inside you. It was all worth it for this moment right here. Feeling how much you want me. How excited you are to have me. For me to have you.”

He kissed each ass cheek again.

“This is why I took things as slow as I did. I wanted you to want me as much as I wanted you. To be so worked up you’d literally be dripping for me.” He pushed the small line of material covering her to the side and leaned down. “And make no mistake, beautiful. You. Are. Dripping.”

“Dean,” Adeline moaned. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“No,” he admonished immediately. “This is not embarrassing. Not in the least. Me waking up in a station full of men and Penelope, trying to put my gear on over a hard-on, is embarrassing. Me groaning out my release as I lay on my bunk after waking up and remembering my dream where you were going down on me, and knowing the walls in the station are thin as fuck and not even caring who heard me…that’s embarrassing. But your body, so fucking ready for me your pussy is dripping in anticipation, is not one fucking bit embarrassing. It’s hot as hell. I could sit here all night and watch you.”

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” Adeline managed to grit out between her clenched teeth. Her arms started shaking and she pleaded, “Dean. Please.”

At that, he moved his hands to her waist and pulled the lace thong down her hips to her ankles. He held her steady as she kicked them to the side even as Dean stood. He moved in front of her and took her wrists in his, bringing them down to the waistband of his own underwear.

“Take ’em off.”

Without hesitation, Adeline did as he requested, pushing the cotton over his hips and down his thighs. His heavy erection bobbed, now free from the confining material. It curved up toward his belly and was definitely bigger than that of any man she’d slept with in her life. Granted, that number of men wasn’t huge, but she’d thought of herself as pretty experienced. But one look at Dean’s cock and she suddenly wasn’t so sure.

He didn’t give her a chance to do anything more than look, before he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Adeline immediately dropped her arms and shrugged her shoulders, letting the lace bra easily fall to the carpet at their feet.

She felt his dick brush up against her, and pre-come smear over her belly as he moved. Feeling and seeing the evidence that he was just as aroused as she was went a long way toward calming the jitters she’d had.

Dean took both her hands in his, intertwining their fingers and bringing them together to rest at the small of his back. He then took a step, forcing her to do the same. He walked them, him going forward, her walking backwards, to his mattress. When the backs of her knees hit it, he let go, saying in a guttural tone, “Climb up, beautiful. I want to see you spread out on my sheets.”

Without losing eye contact, she did as he asked, putting her butt on the edge and scooting backward. She pushed the comforter down with her legs and settled in the middle of the big bed. Not knowing where her inner shameless hussy was coming from, she fluffed out her hair and spread it wide on his pillow. Then she lifted one leg and put her foot flat on the mattress. One hand went to her nipple and played with it, and she reached out to Dean with the other.

“Make love to me, Dean.”

C
rash looked
down at the woman splayed on his bed and curled his hands into fists. He would not,
could
not, pounce on her as if he was a starving man presented with a feast. Even if that’s what he felt like.

Adeline on his bed was more erotic, more beautiful, than anything he’d pictured in his head. And he’d imagined it a lot in the last month or so. Her black hair spread out on his pillow, her legs open and glistening with her excitement for him, and her hand out in invitation, letting him know she wanted him, was almost more than he could take.

He moved a hand to his cock and squeezed the base, hard. Good God, he’d almost lost it without even touching her. The last month had been hell on his libido, but he’d wanted to make sure she was ready. Because he knew deep in his gut that once he had her, she was his. If she decided she didn’t want him back, he’d never find another woman who made him feel like this.

Like he was put on this earth to protect her.

Like he could do anything,
be
anyone.

He needed her.

And thank fuck, it looked like she needed him too. At least for this. He’d do everything in his power to make her understand she was the center of his world. That he would always put her first in his life and he’d be there no matter what happened with her health. But first she’d understand that she came first when it came to pleasure. He’d make sure she came first, and second, and last. Her needs would always come before his. She was that important to him.

Her standing in front of him in nothing but those blood-red pieces of lingerie had tested his control. But seeing her juices drip from her swollen and eager pussy lips had done him in.

Slowly, in an effort to try to control himself, Dean put one knee on the mattress, then the other. He crawled to her and crouched over her.

Adeline turned full on her back as he put his knees inside hers and inched upward, spreading her legs around his hips as he moved. Her hands came to his thighs and gripped him tightly.

She looked nervous and excited at the same time. She was spread open under him, her pussy glistening in excitement, her nipples hard, a flush on her chest and cheeks.

“Dean,” she whispered.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

She bit her lip. “This is…weird.”

“What is?”

“The lights are on. You’re…looking at me.”

“Fuck yeah I am. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And you’re finally here. In my bed. Under me. Open for me. I wish I could take a picture and memorialize it forever.”

He saw the panic flare in her eyes and hurried to reassure her.

“Relax, Adeline. No cameras are allowed in our bedroom. It’s just you and me and will always be just you and me. No way in hell I’m gonna allow even a smidgeon of a chance for someone else to see what’s mine.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m ready.”

One side of his lips quirked up. “You are.”

“Well?” she demanded, digging her fingernails lightly into his thighs. “Get on with it.”

Fuck she was cute.

“Right. Get on with it. Yes, ma’am,” Crash told her, still grinning. Knowing she expected him to fill her with his cock, he held back the chuckle that wanted to escape. He’d get to that, but he had more important things to do first. Namely, making her come on his fingers, then his tongue. Then he’d get around to making her explode around his dick.

Crash leaned forward, making sure his cock brushed against her clit, but not giving her the pressure she’d need to get off. He braced himself over her, only touching her with his cock and his lips. He pulled a nipple between his lips, pushing it up against the roof of his mouth and sucking.

She bucked against him, throwing her head back and grabbing onto his sides and moaning. He kept up the sensual torture, switching from sucking, to licking, to flicking his tongue roughly over her tight bud. Letting go with a loud pop, he then blew on the wet tip, watching in fascination as it tightened even further. Adeline’s hips bucked again, searching for something to fill her, and Crash pulled back, refusing to give her more than a light touch of his cock.

“Dean,” she whined, pulling at him. “I need you.”

“And you’ll get me, beautiful. Let me play first.”

She grumbled, but settled under him.

Crash proceeded to drive her other nipple crazy the same way he had the first, until she was squirming again. Loving that he could make her lose her mind, and knowing it was only the beginning, he settled on his side next to her. He wrapped one of his legs around hers at the ankle, pulling it toward him, immobilizing it. He used his other leg to keep her open to him, propping his knee against her inner thigh.

His cock lay stiff and hard against her thigh, but he ignored it for now. He held himself up on one elbow, using his fingers to tease the nipple closest to him, and his free hand to brush up and down her body.

“Keep your eyes closed, beautiful. Just feel.”

Of course, at his words, her eyes popped open. “What are you gonna do?”

“Remember how I told you I was gonna make you come with just my fingers?”

“Yeah,” she said in a long, drawn-out drawl.

“That’s what I’m gonna do. Then I’m gonna do it again, but with my tongue. Then when you’re still trembling from your second orgasm, I’m gonna make love to you. Long and slow, and hopefully make you come one more time, around my cock.”

“Oh.”

He smiled and ran his fingertip over her brows. “Yeah, oh. Close your eyes. You’re gonna like this.”

She smiled at him then, lifting her head off his pillow to kiss him. Crash allowed it, wanting to feel her lips on his. He’d never deny her that. Ever.

“Okay. Get to it then. I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

“Me too, beautiful. Me too.” Crash knew he was talking about more than getting her in bed. He’d waited a hell of a long time to find a woman like her. A woman who completed him. He’d waited a long time for
her
.

The moment she closed her eyes, Crash moved his hand down her body. Not stopping at her taut nipple, not stopping to play with her belly button. He didn’t even stop at her clit this first time. No, he wanted inside her.

His finger brushed between her lips and pushed inside her without preamble. He felt her squeeze him with her Kegel muscles and groaned deep in his throat, imaging exactly how that would feel when she did it around his cock.

He pulled his finger out slowly, then pushed back in. He did it again and again, loving how she squirmed and gasped at his touch. His other hand played with her nipple as he pushed another finger inside. Her back arched at that, and Crash felt his mouth water. He couldn’t wait to taste her. But he wanted her first orgasm out of the way before he made her come with his lips and tongue.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, using his words as much as his fingers to push her over the edge. He twisted his hand, using his thumb to push against her clit every time his fingers bottomed out inside her. He kept his movements slow and gentle, getting her used to his touch.

“You’re soaked, dripping. I wish you could see this. How you open to my fingers and how you’re clenching against me. You want something bigger inside you, beautiful? You need more?”

She whimpered, and he increased his pace.

“I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life. The first time I saw your pink, beautiful cunt. The first time you came all over me. The first time I smelled how turned on you are as I finger you. Yeah, that’s it, fuck my fingers, Adeline. God, that’s so fucking hot.”

And it was. Her hips dropped as he withdrew his fingers, but canted upward as he pushed them back in. She was desperately pressing against him, her fingers gripping the sheets next to her, not verbally urging him to hurry; the movement of her hips was doing the begging for her.

Crash began to pinch her nipple harder, in time to the actions of his hand between her thighs. Every time he pushed inside, he squeezed; when he moved his fingers out of her cunt, he’d let go of her nipple. Over and over he continued the sexual torment, continuing to praise her as he did.

When she moaned and pleaded, “Dean…God…yeah…I’m almost there,” he increased the speed of his fingers and put more pressure on her clit with each thrust.

The watery sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her body were loud in the room, and Crash knew Adeline would be embarrassed if she was coherent enough to understand what they were.

“That’s it, beautiful. Let go. Come for me. Show me how good this feels.”

Her hips lifted and she stayed that way, suspended, as her legs and belly shuddered. Finally, with a wail, she burst. Crash kept up the pace of his fingers as she shook and shuddered around him. Her body tried to hold his fingers inside, but he ruthlessly pulled them out, then pushed them back in through her spasming tightness. Her body’s lubrication allowed him to easily slide in and out even as she squeezed him.

Letting her ease down from the orgasm, Crash shifted until he was lying between her legs. He pushed her thighs farther apart, until she was completely spread open in front of him. Her juices ran down her body to her ass and dripped onto his sheets.

Crash smiled, loving that his bed would smell like her long after he was done. Adeline was breathing hard and still hadn’t opened her eyes. Her hands had come up and were caressing his head though, so she knew he was there.

He leaned down and ran his tongue lightly from her ass up between her pussy lips and farther, to her clit. He gathered up the copious amounts of fluid leaking from her body and groaned at the taste.

“Jesus, beautiful. You taste so fucking good.”

There was so much more he wanted to say, but the words would have to wait. He had heaven in front of him and Crash couldn’t wait to get another taste. He opened his mouth wide and placed it over her opening and kept his eyes on her face as he feasted. His tongue pushed inside her as far as it could go and he sucked.

Adeline’s eyes popped open and she lifted her head to look down at him in shock.

“What are you… Oh God, Dean.” Her head fell back on his pillow with a thump and her hands dug into his scalp.

Oh yeah, she liked this.

It was a good thing because he fucking loved it.

In the past, he’d done this because it was expected. He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t get off on it either. But with Adeline he knew he could spend the rest of his life doing this, and only this, and he’d be satisfied. Even now he could feel the pre-come oozing out the tip of his cock. But he wasn’t ready to give it up yet. His dick would just have to wait.

He broke the seal over her opening and licked again. From bottom to top. Once there, he paid attention to her clit. It was fully engorged, poking out of its protective hood, hard and pink. He flicked it once and Adeline twitched in his grip.

Crash smiled. Fuck this was fun.

He eased one hand from her thigh up to her opening and pushed two fingers inside her slowly. At the same time, he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently. Her hips jolted that time, bucking up against him. Moving his other hand to her belly, he used it to hold her still. As still as he could.

As he continued to fuck her with his finger and suck on her clit gently, she writhed and twisted in his grasp. Crash felt her juices start flowing again. It was almost unnatural how much he wanted her scent all over his bed.

Recognizing the signs that she was close to coming, and ready to make love to her, Crash moved his finger faster and sucked harder on her clit. As he sucked, he quickly flicked his tongue faster and faster over her clit, loving how it got harder and swelled under his ministrations.

Finally, Adeline let out a wail and, gripping his head so hard Crash wasn’t sure she didn’t pull out some of his hair, she came. He kept licking at her and she kept coming. The juices literally pouring from inside her. His entire hand was wet and all he could smell was her arousal.

Almost blind with lust, Crash pulled back, watching as Adeline still twitched and spasmed. He came to his knees, reached over to the table next to his bed and grabbed the condom he’d put there earlier. It was ripped open and rolled down his cock even as Adeline continued to whimper under him.

He notched the head of his cock against her opening and braced himself on his arms over her.

“Look at me, Adeline.”

Her eyes slowly opened and he felt her hands grip his biceps tightly.

“I want to look into your eyes as I take you for the first time.”

He pushed into her an inch and stopped.

“You’re mine.”

Adeline didn’t say anything, but her mouth opened and closed as she gasped for breath and her hands tightened on him.

“Mine,” Crash repeated as he pushed in another inch. He was gritting his own teeth now to keep from sinking into her balls deep.

“And you’re mine,” Adeline said, even as he pushed in farther.

Crash grinned. He had no problem with that. “Damn straight.” He pulled out then pushed in again, trying to go slow. To let her adjust to him.

“You’re so hot and wet,” he told her.

“Yeah, well, you made me that way.”

“Fuck yeah I did. You’re so beautiful when you come apart. I want you to do it again when I’m inside you. I want to feel all those muscles clamp down on my cock and squeeze.”

“I’m not sure it’s gonna happen again, honey,” she told him, biting her lip. “I haven’t…haven’t come like this before.”

“Then I’ll be your first.”

“Dean…”

Her voice trailed off as he sank all the way inside her. Pushing past muscles that weren’t used to being penetrated. He pulled out halfway, then pushed in again, pressing his balls up against her ass.

“Lift your knees,” he ordered.

She did, and groaned as he gained even more ground.

“You’re primed, beautiful. You can come this way. It might take more than my cock moving inside you, but I promise you’ll come.”

“Okay, Dean.”

He liked that easy acquiescence.

Knowing he was on the verge of coming—it’d been a long time, and he’d been imagining how perfect it would feel when he got inside Adeline for too many weeks now—Crash knew he had to move this along.