Page 70 of My All American Girl

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DEAN

Seeing her there, fragile yet incredibly strong, stirred something within me. I always admired Sarah’s resilience, but it was in moments like these that I felt the depth of my feelings for her. The way she leaned into my touch was all I needed to know what she wanted.

What we both wanted.

I kissed her neck again, tasting the unique scent of her. Sarah shivered under my touch. Each goosebump that rose on her flesh sent a jolt straight into my core.

Her soft sighs were music to my ears, the arch of her back under my hands a sight that ignited a fire deep within me. My hands roamed her body with a familiarity that only we shared.

“Dean,” she murmured, leaning her head against me as my hands moved lower, sliding around to rest on her stomach. Her breath hitched when I gently tugged at the towel wrapped around her, unfurling it inch by agonizing inch.

The sight of her bare skin was a vision that never failed to take my breath away. I slid my hands back up, letting them trail along the lines of her figure, tracing the delicate curves and contours of her body. Her breath hitched as my fingers danced along her bare skin.

How could anything that felt this good be wrong?

“Dean,” she whispered again, her voice filled with need and want. It was all the permission I needed.

My hands moved with a mind of their own, tracing invisible paths on her bare skin that sent shivers coursing through her body. I pulled her to her feet. She turned in my arms, looking up at me with those alluring eyes that spoke volumes. Words weren’t needed. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She lay down on top of the blanket staring up at me. I could see the trust in her eyes.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped it on the floor. I had to taste her. If this was my last chance to be with her, I wanted the full experience.

I pushed my pants down and left my underwear on. I crawled on the bed, my hand sliding over her naked body.

Her breath hitched as my fingers ghosted over her sensitive skin. I watched as a flush spread across her body, heat radiating from her and seeping into me. She was like a living flame under me, red hot and impossible to resist.

“Dean,” she whispered again. The need in her voice sent waves of heat over me. Her fingers found my hair, tangling in it as I leaned down to taste her. Her lips were soft and yielding under mine, her sighs of pleasure mixing with my own groans of desire.

I kissed down her neck, spending some time exploring her breasts with my tongue and teeth. She gasped, arching her back to meet me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scraping slightly against the skin. I gave a low groan against her skin, the sound vibrating through her. My hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her hip before moving inward to the soft warmth between her thighs. She parted willingly, a sigh escaping her lips as my fingers found their way inside.

I pressed my body closer to hers, using my other hand to prop myself up. I watched as she bit her lip, clearly trying to stifle a moan. Something wild sparked in me at that sight, something raw and untamed.

I pushed her legs open and positioned myself between them. I looked up at her, silently asking for permission. Her hand reached up to run through my hair. That was all the permission I needed.

I leaned down, kissing her sweetness first to gauge her reaction. Sarah’s body jolted under me, a soft gasp escaping her lips. I smiled up at her, my fingers tracing the contours of her face before I went back down to taste her again. Her hands found their way to my hair, holding me there as she writhed beneath me.

“Dean,” she whispered, making my heart pound in my chest.

The depth of her sweetness was intoxicating, and I could feel our connection building with each stroke of my tongue. This wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about intimacy and showing her how much I cared about her, even if I couldn’t find the right words to say it. I explored her, tasted her, worshiped her until she was squirming beneath me, a symphony of soft sounds spilling from her lips.

I slipped one finger inside her tight sheath, lapping at her wetness. Her loud moan told me she liked it. She wanted more.

I pushed another finger inside her. I lapped over her clit with rough strokes. Her body tightened around my fingers. Her hips lifted off the bed seeking more contact, more pleasure. I continued my assault on her senses, each flick of my tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her. She whispered my name again and again.

It felt like hours before she finally gave in to the pleasure. Her body shook and her eyes fluttered closed as waves of ecstasy overtook her. I felt her inner walls clench around my fingers, her gasps punctuating the silence of the room. I loved seeing her lose control under my touch. It was a sight to behold, one that I admired with reverence. She exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as her body slowly came down from the high of the orgasm.

“Dean,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. I removed my fingers slowly, pressing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs as I moved up along her body. Stopping at her breasts, I took each into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around her nipples. She moaned again, this time somewhat weakly, as she buried her hands in my hair. I moved upward again, tracing the line of her collarbone with my tongue, stopping to tease the sensitive hollow.

We were sweat-slicked and panting by the time I finally reached her lips once more. I kissed her deeply, parting her lips with mine and tangling our tongues together in a sultry dance that left both of us breathless. She tasted like passion, like desire fulfilled and yet still burning fiercely.

“Sarah,” I said, my voice husky with desire. I wanted to lose myself in her. I wanted to forget all about who we were or our positions in the military.

“Just a second,” I whispered and slowly rolled away.

I grabbed the condom from my bag. I pushed off my underwear and quickly rolled the condom on. I was surprised to find my hands shaking. The woman was my undoing. I couldn’t explain my attraction to her. It felt like it went soul deep. But that was crazy. It had to be infatuation. I had been married and never felt like this with the ex. Not on our best day.

I rolled back to her, my body settling between her legs once again, my hands finding their places on either side of her on the mattress. I kissed her one more time before I positioned myself at her entrance. I locked eyes with her as I slowly pushed in, every inch of me sinking into her heavenly warmth. Her breath hitched as she adjusted to my size. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the pillow.