Page 135 of My All American Girl

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SARAH

The 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.