“Love you, want my mouth on you, mo chuisle,” he rasps and lifts me into his arms. I gasp and wrap my arms around his neck.
“What about your stitches?” I ask, not wanting to hurt him by accident.
“Sweetness, if they were bothering me, I wouldn’t have taken you in the shower this morning the way I did. I’m good,” he chuckles and starts up the stairs. His lips pressing kisses against my skin which sends tingles all along my body.
My nipples harden, and my core weeps for his attention. He turns into our room and sets me on my feet. Releasing me, Dean takes a step back, reaches his hands up, and starts to unbutton his shirt. I lick my lips at the sight of him doing this.
“Take your clothes off, Bridget,” he commands.
Slowly I remove my own shirt leaving my bra on while bending at the waist and slide the zipper of my boots down. I step out of them and look at Dean. His eyes were locked on me and I thought he’d be nearly undressed as well but he still had his pants and belt in place. His arms are now crossed over his chest.
“Aren’t you going to finish getting undressed?” I ask him.
“Eventually,” he smirks and nods his head. “Finish taking your clothes off, sweetness.”
A shiver of anticipation fills me at the command.
I do as he says and remove my bra first and then slide out of my jeans to stand before Dean naked. It takes a lot for me not to try and cover myself under his gaze. I still have a hard time excepting him liking the way I look, especially after seeing the beautiful women who work for him.
Such as Kit-Kat.
She is more than beautiful, the woman is exquisite.
“You trust me, mo chuisle?” he asks, his arms falling to his side and he steps forward.
“Yes.” I nod without hesitation. I know he’d never hurt me. He’s proved this already.
“Good, I want you to climb up onto the middle of the bed and lie on your back with your arms above your head,” he states. Oh my, does the baritone in his voice have to sound so amazingly sexy.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and do as he demands. With slow movements, I crawl up on the bed and lay as he says, placing my arms right over my head. In this position I feel even more vulnerable. Yet as I meet his gaze, I also feel beautiful. The way his eyes seem heated.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous, Bridget,” he rasps, prowling toward me. I’m more than ready to have him and want him to take me here and now.
Dean doesn’t say another word. I don’t ask him what he’s doing when he places a knee on the side of the bed and reaches up over my head. The cool silk wraps around my wrists and a thrill of excitement rushes over me. Leaning back, my husband meets my gaze as his fingers trail along my arms down to my collar bone and between my breasts.
“Seeing you like this is magnificent,” he murmurs, never taking his eyes away from mine. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I do you. Until you, mo chuisle, I refused to allow anyone in this house or in my bed. I knew when I got the chance to tie you to our bed, I’d do it.”
Um.
There has got to be something wrong with me to think it’s hot how he’s speaking to me right now.
Dean leans in and presses his mouth to mine, capturing my heart within his tender touch. I don’t know how or if it were even possible but in this very moment as this man continues to not only kiss me but consume me do I feel my heart fusing with his. Strange as it may be, and I want more of him. I need more of him. When he breaks the kiss, he makes his way down my body and then lies on his stomach between my legs and places his nose against my apex.
“I love the way you taste, sweetness. I could get drunk on how intoxicating you are to me,” he murmurs and swipes his tongue through my slit.
“Dean,” I moan already ready for more.
My body arches and I can feel my orgasm coming. Dean must sense it too as he pulls away keeping me from going over the edge into a euphoric bliss. Eyes locking with mine, he grins and undoes his belt then his pants and slides them down his waist. Soon as he removes them, he’s back to touching my body and kissing my inner thighs. He then swipes his tongue through my slit once more causing me to cry out in frustration of wanting him to keep going.
Kissing his way up my body, he lines himself up and thrusts his shaft within my walls. Dean groans and my entire being reacts to his movements. I focus on his features, loving the way he seems to clench his jaw together as if he were trying to keep control of himself.
“I need more,” I whimper, wanting to feel him taking me, to ravage my body.
“I know what you need, mo chuisle,” he growls and continues his movements. “But you’re gonna take what I give you when I give it.”
Dean reaches down between our bodies and flicks his fingers across my clit. Erupting under him, I come apart. He proceeds to pick up speed with each thrust sending me soaring into the abyss of my orgasm. Groaning, Dean joins me, his dick twitching deep inside me as his cum fills me with everything he has.
It takes me a minute to regain my breath but when I do, I find myself released from my restraints and pulled into my husband’s arms. I snuggle further into his embrace loving the warmth I get from his body.
“You are fuckin’ beautiful, Bridget,” he rasps.
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