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  Normally, Creigh would have enjoyed nothing more than having all this attention paid to her sensitive mounds, but right now she was hungry for cock. She was so desperate, she found herself rubbing her pussy back and forth against his dick as he suckled and pinched her nipples roughly.

  Soon she had his cock so slick she was gliding across him, her clit on fire from the stimulation, but there just wasn’t enough pressure there to get her off. “Jesus, please, fuck me.” Creigh groaned. “Please, baby. Fuck me.”

  Dean released his grip on her breasts and moved a hand down to the flesh of her ass and delivered a well-aimed smack. Creigh gasped, and her pussy soaked his cock with the evidence of her desire. There was nothing that turned her on more than when Dean took charge in the bedroom. “Ahhh…fuck.”

  “Been so long you’ve forgotten your place?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “Never.”

  “Then where is it?” He delivered her twin cheek the same punishing smack he did the first.

  “Under you, over you, surrounding you. Wherever, whenever you say.”

  “Then why are you rushing me?”

  “Because I need you. So fucking bad.”

  “Need me.” He flexed his cock from beneath her. “Or my dick.”

  Creigh refused to lie. She was too desperate to have him in her to do that. “Right now, I need your dick.”

  “Such a greedy bitch.”

  “Your bitch.”

  “Damn straight.” Dean reached between them and pulled his cock back until it was poking up. He ran his thumb across his damp crown, then brought his finger up to her mouth. “Is this what you want?”

  Creigh parted her lips, licked off his salty essence, and moaned. “God. Yes. Please.”

  “My pretty baby knows what I want to hear, then?”

  Yes, she did. And she did it with pleasure. “Fuck me, caro. Fill me with your cock.”

  “Such a dirty little girl.”

  “And you love me.”

  “Every inch of you.”

  Creigh rose to her knees, grasped his cock, and with Dean’s help centered it against her slick slit. Carefully she lowered herself, taking much of the turgid length into her. It took a few attempts to get him in as deep as she liked, but when she did, it was golden.

  Pausing to take in the moment, Creigh dropped her head back and let out a deep breath. Dean held himself still inside her. His lack of movement allowed Creigh to relish the heady sensation of being joined with him once more. She was home. At last.

  Sitting up, she placed her hands on Dean’s shoulders and used him as an anchor to help her rise and fall on his well-slicked shaft. “Dean…” Creigh tightened her hold on him.

  “Cara…ride me.” He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and began to rock her back and forth on his cock.

  It had been so long since she’d been filled, she almost felt out of practice. But Dean was there with her every step of the way, supporting her, fucking her, giving her everything she needed and more.

  Creigh worked herself on his cock, fucking him with all the passion and love inside her. As she moved, Dean shifted one of his hands closer to the split of her ass until his fingers rested lightly between her cheeks. He ran them up and down her crack, seeking but not asking for more. After a few seconds of the maddening play, when she offered no resistance, he became bolder, dipping the tips of his questing digits into the crevice between her firm half globes.

  There had never been a part of her body Creigh had held back from Dean, and she wouldn’t start now. She welcomed his touch against her crinkled hole, welcomed it even more so when he slipped his hand underneath her as she rose, and coated his fingers with her dew.

  With his fingers now slick with her cream, Dean moved back to her rosette and began to lightly circle around her nether hole, alternating between light caresses and gentle presses until he had her moaning for more. “Do it,” Creigh pleaded, wanting to be filled any and every way by him. “Don’t stop now.”

  “Never.”

  Creigh leaned forward, which spread her ass apart a bit more and gave Dean all the leverage he needed to slowly and tenderly ease his middle finger partially inside her. Her downward thrust did the rest, sinking him even deeper into the recesses of her ass. And when she rose again, Dean pulled back but then pressed forward, filling her bottom as surely as he was filling her pussy.

  The addition sent her soaring. God, she’d missed this. Missed him.

  “That’s it, baby; take all of me.”

  There were no words to describe what it felt like being fucked so good and hard by him. Creigh pushed down, grinding herself harder on him as he pumped his cock inside her, finger fucking her ass all the while.

  After that, speaking became unimportant. Their groans and moans became their own personal love song as their voices grew louder and louder with every thrust. While she busied herself fucking Dean raw, he leaned forward and took a turgid nipple into his mouth, sucking it with the tight pressure Creigh craved.

  Creigh tossed her head back and cried out at the added pleasure. He was trying to kill her. From the breasts to the pussy to the ass, then back to the breasts. It was the kinky fucking circle of life, and it was driving her wild.

  “Oh oh oh oh.” She was in another world, her eyes shut tightly, her breath coming in little gasps. Creigh was coming undone, and she was so close to climaxing she could taste it.

  As if sensing her impending release, Dean released his grip on her hip and let his hand fly, sending one sharp smack into her plump cheek. The unsuspected slap sent Creigh over the edge, and she screamed her release, flooding his cock with the essence of her passion.

  Creigh collapsed on top of him, her body quaking with the aftershocks rocking through her. She didn’t have the strength to hold herself up so he could finish, but luckily for him, Dean did. Removing his finger from her ass, he took her hips in both hands and worked her up and down on his cock, one pump after another until he tossed his head back and came, releasing a torrent of seed inside her waiting sex.

  After several moments, Creigh turned her head so she could see Dean. He was looking at her too, with a look of tenderness she hadn’t seen in a while on his face.

  “You okay?” he whispered. Dean moved his hand from her hip to her hair and lovingly caressed it as he peered up into her upturned face.

  “I feel…as if I can fly.” A soft smile turned her lips upward at the corners. “I have to say, I’d forgotten how good in bed you were.”

  “I promise you won’t have the opportunity to forget again.”

  Creigh’s smile broadened and she closed her eyes, snuggling as close to him as she could. That was a promise she was going to make sure he kept.

  ———

  After resting for a bit, the two of them showered together, then ate the meal Creigh had prepared. Dean couldn’t help but notice it was his favorite, and he loved her even more for taking the time to make it for him. In fact, if he had to pick, there was only one thing about tonight’s little festivities he wasn’t enjoying. And that was Creigh’s desire to keep her body clothed.

  Yes, the outfit she wore earlier had been sexier than hell, but nothing in the world compared to Creigh nude. After their shower the only item of clothing he’d put back on was his jeans. Creigh, on the other hand, had changed into a royal blue strapless ankle-length maxi dress, which in his mind meant she was vastly overdressed.

  The truth of the matter was, this hidden shit wasn’t working for him. And although Dean was campaigning to bring his family back together on the “I’m no longer a dick” party, he could feel his asshole flag beginning to rise once more.

  She was hiding from him, and that just wouldn’t do. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to find a way around all her barriers. Making things right with her, really right with her, was the one thing besides their kids he was living for, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen. Well, anything but let her hide from him.

  D
espite being desperate to do whatever it took to get in her good graces, Dean could not be untrue to who he was either. Yes, there were parts of himself he was willing to change, no, willing to work on for her, but he would not and could not change who he was at the core. And that person wanted his woman to trust him enough to love her clothed as well as unclothed.

  Not willing to pick a fight just yet, Dean let it go for now and tried his best to just live in the moment. After cleaning the kitchen, they returned to the living room and settled down on the couch to watch a movie. Dean arranged himself behind a lounging Creigh, with one leg against the back of the sofa and the other slightly bent with his foot on the floor. It was a position they’d taken up on the couch many, many times in the past, and it held a ring of familiarity that made Dean smile. It was as if their routine had never been broken. As if they’d never been apart.

  Nostalgia wasn’t the only emotion filling Dean. So was arousal, as it normally did when Creigh was pressed against him. The familiar scent of her skin, her hair, her body tantalized Dean’s senses. Despite making love just a couple of hours earlier, he was as aroused as ever. The very idea of sliding his cock into her liquid heat had his balls aching and his dick growing hard.

  Dean inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet fragrance and letting it fill his lungs and soul. Hungry for the taste of her again, he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against her neck.

  Creigh gasped at his touch and tilted her head, allowing him better access to her. Smiling, Dean peppered her neck with his kisses, stopping only to pull up and whisper in her ear. “Do something for me?”

  She turned her head and looked up at him at an angle. “Anything.”

  “Pull your dress up and play with your pussy for me.”

  Her face flushed. “Wow, so not what I thought you were going to ask.”

  “But you’ll do it just the same, won’t you?” Dean reached down and grasped a handful of the blue material on her thigh and began to pull the dress up slowly, exposing inch after inch of sexy brown skin. “You’ll make yourself come for me just because I ask.”

  Creigh took hold of her dress and pulled it passed her knees, then butterflied her thighs. “What do you think?”

  “I think you’re a dirty little girl.”

  “Who likes to please her man.”

  Her man. He liked the sound of that. “One of your best qualities, hands down.” His voice grew husky. “Now touch your pussy and make yourself come.”

  Creigh released her dress and slipped her hand between the juncture of her thighs. She didn’t bother to pull anything out of the way which only meant one thing. “No panties, baby?”

  “No.”

  Fuck, she’s hot. “Hmmm.” He closed his eyes, briefly picturing the thought. “I like that.”

  “I knew…” She paused, breath halted as if she’d touched on something worth touching. “Knew you would. I kept them off for you.” From his position behind her, he couldn’t see exactly what it was she was doing with her hands, but if her moans were anything to go by, it was something good.

  “Are you wet, baby?”

  Her eyes were dark and heavy lidded. “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”

  “Because if I touch you, I’ll fuck you. Now answer me,” he ordered, his voice rough and thick with his arousal.

  “Yes. Soaking wet. My fingers are slipping and sliding all around my pussy.”

  Dean groaned at the image she brought forth and cursed their positions. He wished he could watch her brown fingers slip deep inside her warm pink flesh. He wanted to watch her tickle her clit firsthand, but since that was impossible because of the way they were sitting, he would settle for the next best thing. “Paint me a picture with your words, cara. Tell me what you’re doing. Talk dirty to me.”

  “I…I’m caressing my clit. It’s slick from my cream and so erect. Sensitive to the touch.”

  “Are you pressing on it lightly?”

  She shook her head. “No. Rubbing with hard strokes. So turned on, it won’t take me much to come.”

  He knew that feeling well. “What will it take?”

  “Fingers,” she gasped, moving her hand lower. “Fingers in my cunt.”

  “Then do that. Fuck your juicy pussy.” Her nipples showed like pencil erasers through the thin fabric of the dress. The small beads called to him, and he couldn’t, in all good conscience, ignore them. Tugging on the mesh material of her dress, he pulled it down and freed her luscious breasts to his waiting hands. And while she fingered her pussy, Dean toyed with her nipples, squeezing and pinching the pebbled peaks.

  Aroused and intrigued, he watched her hand move and her firm thighs flex as she pleasured herself. The dainty little moans she let slip from between her half-parted lips let him know it wouldn’t be long before she came.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered in her ear, squeezing her nipples even tighter. “Finger that sweet snatch of yours and pretend like it’s my dick buried in you again. If you come like a good girl for me, I’ll bend you over and fuck you so hard. Make you scream so loud. Would you like that? Would you like my dick inside you again?”

  “Yes.” She whimpered. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

  God, so did he. His cock was hard enough to bust through steel. It was taking everything out of Dean not to rub himself off against her delectable ass, but he refused to go out like a callow youth. He wouldn’t come until he was buried deep inside her. “Then come for me, cara, and give us what we both want.”

  The words had barely left his lips before Creigh arched her back and cried out his name, shaking and trembling against him as she came. But she wasn’t the only one affected by round two. Dean was breathing roughly and ready to pop like the fucking weasel. He was so close to coming he feared one quick move on her part and he’d be spraying his load on her back. And that was in no way how he planned to end the night. Not at all.

  Taking her hands from between her legs, he brought her slippery, dew-coated fingers up to his mouth and cleansed them one at a time with his tongue, licking up the creamy evidence of her desire.

  Damn, she tastes good.

  “Something tells me we’re not going to see the end of the movie.” Creigh panted.

  “What movie?”

  She laughed. “Exactly.” Sitting up, she turned around and ran her hand across the turgid length pressing against his jeans. “Want help with that?”

  His cock jerked beneath her hand. Yes, he did. The thick, rigid proof was right there for the world to see. “Do you even have to ask?”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” Creigh moved her hand to the button, but Dean gently pushed her hand away.

  “Not out here.” He picked up the remote and turned the television off. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I’ll lock up, then join you.”

  Creigh stood and sent him a sultry look. “Don’t be long.”

  “I won’t.” Hell, he was half tempted to say fuck it and take her on the couch again, but Dean wanted a little more room to maneuver this time. “Be ready for me when I get in there.”

  “Oh I will be.”

  He was counting on it.

  It took only a few minutes for Dean to pull his car into the driveway and lock it, then lock the house down for the night. On his way to the bedroom, he couldn’t help but think about how right this was. The only way it could have felt any better was if he was checking on the kids real quick before slipping down the hall to take his rightful place beside Creigh once more. But that was coming. Never had he seen the truth of that fact more than he did right now.

  Unbuckling his pants, Dean entered the bedroom with only one thing on his mind. Fucking Creigh into the mattress. But the second he saw her propped up on the pillows with the quilt tucked under her armpits, he grew aggravated.

  Normally seeing her on the king-size slat bed would have made him excited, but the way she had the covers wrapped around her like a mummy had him seeing red. She might feel the need to be wrapped up
, but he didn’t feel the same necessity. Dean unzipped, then pushed his pants down to the floor, stepping out of them when they puddled on the floor at this feet. His erection was pointing away from his body. “I thought I told you to be ready for me.”

  “I am.” Creigh pulled back the covers on what used to be his spot and patted the mattress. “Get in.”

  “No. How about you get out”—Dean walked over to her side of the bed, then reached for the blanket and pulled it, along with the sheet, off her body—“from under the quilt so I can see the woman I’m making love too.”

  “Dean.” She sat up and grabbed for the sheet. “You can see me just fine.”

  “I don’t think so.” With a flick of his wrist, he sent the covers flying to the foot of the bed, beyond her reach and out of his way. “I like them better down there.”

  Creigh rose to her knees and grabbed a pillow from behind her and turned it horizontally in front of her stomach, using it as a shield to cover her waist. Her large brown breasts lay on top of the pillow, and her eyes were alight with anger. Man, she was beautiful, but she was still going the right way for a spanking.

  “Stop it,” he ordered, irritated she felt the need to cover herself in his presence. Dean was willing to bet he knew her body better than she did. He’d seen parts of it before she had, been more intimate, more personal with her body, so much so, he arrogantly considered her body his. He was smart enough not to tell her that, of course. He was sexist, not stupid.

  “Stop what?”

  As if she didn’t know. “Hiding yourself from me.” Dean snatched the pillow away from her and dropped it on the floor. “If you’re serious about us moving forward, you have to get over this.”

  Creigh placed her hands over her belly, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I wasn’t… I just…” She stumbled over the lie, too honest for her own good.

  “You were just hiding.” He pushed her hands gently away and replaced them with his own. “Don’t you know, cara? This is as familiar to me as that scar on your leg you received from falling on glass when we were kids.” Dean began to rub her belly gently in circular motions. “As familiar to me as the tiny mole above your lip and the way you hum just before you drift into a deep sleep.”