Chapter 57

57

SARAH

T he moment we hit the bed, a shiver of anticipation rippled through me, electrifying every nerve in my body. His kisses were intoxicating. His hands were creating waves of desire that were almost impossible to ignore. I was keenly aware of the fact that I was wearing very little and wrapped around a man who was managing to arouse and tantalize me with just his mouth and hands.

His fingers trailed down my side, sending goosebumps in their wake. He broke our kiss, pulling back slightly to give me a look. I loved the way he admired me and made me feel beautiful without using words. He pushed up the shirt that was now damp.

The smile he gave me heated my blood. We fumbled for a second with his shorts before he was finally able to kick them off. Completely bare before me now, his eyes never left mine. He carefully moved over me again, capturing my lips in another heated kiss while his hand roamed my body.

Lost in the electric connection and feeling bold, I ran my hands along his broad shoulders and down his back. Feeling his muscles tense under my touch sent a thrill through me that ended up being vocalized between our shared breaths. He groaned into our kiss. Everything seemed to heat up exponentially.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured against me. "I want to touch you everywhere."

"Then do it."

He smiled and pulled back. "I want to touch you with my tongue everywhere."

I shuddered with anticipation. "Okay, then stopping talking and show me."

"I'm going to need you naked," he said and slid his hand under me to unhook my bikini top. He quickly pulled it away before pulling off my bottoms, leaving me exposed.

The way his eyes drank in my body made me feel sexy and cherished. I took in deep, ragged breaths. Things felt different, more intimate. Nothing and no one would stop us. We were completely free to be a couple.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at you," he said reverently.

My heart swelled, the sincerity in his voice leaving no room for doubt. His eyes roamed over my bare body, a look of pure adoration in them that I basked in. This was beyond anything I'd ever felt before.

His fingers traced patterns on my skin, eliciting gasps from me when he found a particularly sensitive spot. Every goosebump, every shudder, was followed by a soft, smoldering kiss. He kissed his way down my body, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing every inch of me. My heart pounded in anticipation, and when he finally landed between my thighs, every nerve in my body seemed to come alive.

The second his mouth met the most intimate part of me, I gasped out loud. It felt so right, so perfect. His tongue lapped over my folds while his fingers slowly parted me, opening me to his exploration. I writhed under his touch, the pleasure spiraling me toward a precipice I had never scaled before. Not with this intensity.

My hand tangled in his hair, and I guided him to all the places that made me gasp and whimper. He didn't rush, instead taking his time to get me going.

His tongue lapped over my clit, teasing me close to climax before he backed off. I groaned and thrashed my head. "I need it," I begged. "Please."

He slipped a second finger inside me, teasing and pleasuring me.

"Dean!"

He looked up at me with a smirk before he bent down again to continue where he'd left off. His fingers worked in tandem with his tongue, driving me toward an edge that I was more than ready to tumble over. His strokes grew insistent, faster and deeper with every passing second until I was nothing but a ball of sensation pulsing beneath his touch.

With a strangled cry, I came undone under him, waves of pleasure crashing over me and stealing my breath away. He didn't relent though, coaxing every last bit of ecstasy from me until I was weak and spent below him. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode out the euphoria that shook me to my very core. As the sensations ebbed away, I was left panting, a sheen of sweat covering my body.

He kissed his way back up to me, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps in his wake. As he met my lips again, he looked at me with such adoration it took my breath away. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.

"More than okay," I said breathlessly, pulling him into another deep kiss. "That was incredible."

He kissed me once again before his mouth slid down my jaw. He found his way to my breasts, teasing with tongue and teeth.

His touch was like fire, setting my senses aflame again, making me crave for more. Even after such an intense climax, I found myself wanting him again. His hands roamed freely over my body while he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Dean." His name slipped out as a breathy moan.

He looked up at me, his gaze smoky and filled with a hunger that mirrored my own feelings. He pressed his body against mine, his hardness evident against my thigh.

His movements were tender and slow as if he was worshiping every part of me. "My turn," I murmured and shoved at his shoulder. He fell onto his back with a goofy grin on his face. I crawled over him, pinning his hands down with my own.

"Be gentle," he said with a laugh.

"Oh no." I shook my head. "Not after what you did to me."

His laughter echoed around the room as my hands traveled down his body. I traced the taut muscles of his chest, the ripple of his abdomen, then grazed over his hip bones before pausing at the top of his thighs.

His breath hitched in anticipation. He squirmed under my touch, an anxious look dancing in his eyes which made my heart flutter. "You can't just leave me hanging," he teased, a playful grin on his face.

I leaned down to capture his lips in another fierce kiss. "Oh, I intend to take my sweet time." His eyes showed surprise for a moment. Then he nodded, surrendering himself completely to me.

Slowly, I began my descent. My lips left a trail from his neck to his chest. His fingers tangled in my wet hair as I trailed kisses down his hard abdomen. His breath hitched when I reached the sensitive spot on his hip. An involuntary shudder ran through him as I kissed him there.

"Sarah." He groaned out my name like he was in pain. My fingers slowly wrapped around him, pulling a gasp from him. I looked up at him, watching his reaction as I started moving my hand, slow at first but gradually increasing the pace with every stroke. It resulted in a chorus of throaty moans escaping from his lips. His eyes were shut tight as he rode the wave of pleasure. I was completely mesmerized by him, his raw masculinity, his vulnerability, and the trust he had in me.

"Don't stop," he begged through gritted teeth, a plea that I was more than willing to oblige as I continued, maintaining the rhythm that appeared to drive him crazy.

I slid down his body and bent down to pull his cock into my mouth. His body jerked, nearly coming off the bed.

"Sarah," he gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair. My tongue traced the veins under the hardened skin, my lips wrapping around him while my hand continued to move in sync with my mouth. His body trembled harder with each passing second. His breath became ragged and uneven.

I increased the pace of my movements, taking him deeper into my mouth. His hips jerked off the bed as he tried to push himself even deeper into me. I held on to his thighs tightly, keeping him pinned down. With every lift of his hips, a groan escaped him that made me feel powerful and desired.

His body tensed up suddenly and he let out a loud groan. I stayed with him through his high, drawing out each wave of pleasure until he was completely spent, trembling under my touch. I licked him clean before crawling back up his body to lie beside him.

He pulled me against him, holding me close as our heartbeats returned to normal. His fingers ran through my hair as he nuzzled my neck, kissing me softly there.

"You're…" He was breathless still, struggling for words. "Incredible."

I felt pretty damn powerful. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I'm going to need a minute. You just sucked my soul through my cock."

I laughed at his reaction, the sound echoing through the room. He joined in, his own laughter mingling with mine. It was moments like these when I felt so close to him, so connected that it was almost surreal. I couldn't wait to have lots more with him. We lay there just laughing and catching our breath, our naked bodies tangled together.

After some time, he exhaled deeply and turned to me, his dark eyes sparkling with an intensity I rarely saw—a mix of satisfaction, fondness, and an undeniable passion that never failed to send waves of desire through me. His hand found its way to my cheek, and his thumb gently caressed my face.

"You're not going anywhere tonight," he murmured softly.

"I wouldn't dare," I replied earnestly, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

His lips met mine again in a gentle kiss that lasted for endless moments before we finally broke apart. "I hate to talk shop, but how do I get through the rest of UPT without you as my mentor? I have another eight months. I thought I was going to be learning from you."

"You don't need me," he said. "Not as your official trainer. You'll still have me. You can still ask me questions. I just won't be sitting behind you in the cockpit anymore. I know you'll be fine. You've got the skills. There are some good trainers at Columbus."

"Will you be there?"

"Honestly, I haven't really thought much about it. I suppose I could rent an apartment near base. Jude would probably be happy if I was around to help out at the Fly Trap."

"I'd like that," I said. "I want to be able to see you."

"You will," he assured me. "But make as many friends as you can. Stay true to yourself. The rest will take care of itself. This part of your training is about learning and making connections. You need both."

I took a deep breath. "As long as you'll be nearby, I'll be fine. I don't think I can go eight months without sex."

He chuckled and rolled over to cover me with his body. "Are you saying you need me?"

I nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Let me get a condom."

He rolled off me and rummaged through the nightstand drawer, his back muscles rippling with each movement. Pulling out the small packet, he glanced back at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes smoldering with desire.

"I am going to buy stock in condoms," he teased with a smirk as he ripped open the packet.

"I just can't get enough of you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," he murmured, settling back between my thighs. "Because I have a lot to give."

Slowly, he pushed inside me. Both of us released simultaneous gasps at the sensation. He stilled for a moment, allowing us both to adjust, his forehead resting against mine. Then, he pulled almost completely out before pushing back in, setting a slow rhythm that had me writhing beneath him.

The room filled with our soft moans and the rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together. Our gazes remained locked, neither of us willing to break the intimate connection. My hands roamed his back and shoulders, tracing his muscles and relishing in the feel of being with him.

With any luck, it would last forever.