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I sigh.
“So, dear.” My mother whispers. “When do you think he’ll propose?”
My mouth drops open, my sister's head swivels, and my father shushes her and points at the screen.
I groan and lean my head back against the couch. Not the type of questions that I need to be asked.
* * *
I sneak into the bedroom a few hours later. After the movie ended, I feigned exhaustion and that I needed to hit the hay. I slide under the covers and Dean’s hands pull me to him once my head hit the pillow. He lazily kisses my lips and then trails down the slope of my neck.
“Fuck. I never thought they’d leave. You should have just let me kick them out.” He mumbles against my skin.
“I was wishing that I did, right after you came in here.”
“I didn’t hear your answer to your mom’s question.” He says, taking me by surprise.
“What question?” I ask, hoping that he heard something different.
“About proposing.”
“Oh, yeah, well you know as well as I do that there're no plans for that soon.”
“Mmmmm.” He hums against my collarbone as his rough hand palms my breast.
“I propose.” He kisses my skin. “I propose that I fuck you, long and hard. Hard and soft. Soft and slow. To where your legs tremble, your heart palpitates and you forget your name while you are moaning mine. That’s what I want to propose right now.” His hand moves down my hip and cups my center. His fingertips tease my folds and he pushes one finger in, causing my back to arch off the bed, and a breath to escape from my lips.
He adds another finger and moves in and out as my hips move with his rhythm. I inhale and let out a strangled moan as the palm of his hand rubs against my clit.
“Fuck!” he hisses. “Baby, you’re driving me crazy with how wet you are. My cock is aching for you right now.”
I roam my free hand down the planes of his chest. And rotating my wrist to grab him. He wasn’t kidding, he is hard and his dick is pointing at me, zeroing in on what it wants, me.
I push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back, I push up to my knees, and sit astride him. I grab his dick again and stroke him a few times before lifting and pulling the panel of my panties aside. I line him up and slowly sink down on him, inch by delicious inch.
He’s stopped breathing, his eyes are wide, concentrated on where we’re joined and his fingertips are gripping the top of my thighs. When I’m fully seated, I begin to move and his wide eyes come to mine.
He halts me and with a strangled breath says. “Don’t move.”
He nods his head and evens out his breathing as I start to move on top of him. I lift as his hips thrust up. He grunts, squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. My hands are on his chest, my fingertips grazing over his skin. I lean down and continue to lift up and down on him, and brush my lips against his. He moans loudly when our lips touch and his fist comes up to my hair as he ruthlessly kisses me. We’re lost in the movement of our bodies, in the fierceness of our kisses when climax hits us both. A blinding light, a multitude of colors erupting as I feel euphoric and pure happiness. Dean’s hips push and hold as he moans into my mouth. My body feels heavy, yet sated.
I don’t want to move, but I know that since we didn’t use a condom that it would be wise to clean up. I lean down, my head nestled on Dean’s shoulder. His hands slowly lift me off of him and slides out of the bed. He puts on a pair of sweats as I drape the comforter over me.
Dean exits the room and returns a moment later with a washcloth.
I hold my hand out to accept when he shakes his head. “Let me.” He insists on sitting on the bed and lifting the covers as he takes his time.
This is intimate. I wasn’t expecting this. This is making me have more feelings for him than I was expecting.
Could I fall in love with Dean? Am I already in love with him?
He looks at me, smiles, and then retreats with the towel.
When he crawls back into bed, he pulls me again to him, kisses my shoulder and sighs.
“That was the first time for me, you know.” He whispers.
“Um?” What?
