“Do you want me to get a condom?” he asked.
“Not using a condom is how we got here. Did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget a second of that, but I usually use one, so I’m asking.”
I bit my lip, unsure of if I could even play it safe if I wanted to. Our first time had been great, but the feeling of nothing between us was even better.
“Have you been tested recently?” I asked. I wasn’t sure when he would have even had the time, but a girl could hope.
“I haven’t in a few months, since right before you and I had sex.”
“And how many other people were you with?”
“None.”
I wasn’t sure I heard that right. “None?”
“I told you it was only you.”
“But you didn’t even . . .”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I didn’t want anyone else.”
I stared at him, still not comprehending that when I thought he’d been distant, it was still only me. I made it my job to read people, and yet I’d missed that.
“Only me?”
“Only you since the day I met you.”
My throat closed up. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by crying on him, but I didn’t know how much he’d cared, even from the beginning.
“You okay?”
“I am. I’m just shocked.” I tugged him closer. “I wanna feel it all. No condom.”
Dean lined himself up and I shut my eyes, eager to feel his piercing enter me. As he pressed in an inch, I bit my lip.
It wasn’t as good as I remembered. It was better.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice tight. “There’s no way I can make this last.”
“Five months has you at the edge?”
“Youhave me at the edge.”
I didn’t care how long he lasted. I just wanted to feel him.
Besides, I could have it all again any time I wanted.
“Make me come again,” I said. “And as long as I feel you, I’m good.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I figured he would pull out and use his hand again, but managed to get one of his hands in between us and on my clit.
Sensation blossomed from two areas. Dean was slowly entering me and my swollen clit was getting pressure from his fingers. I gasped at the burning pleasure.
“Let me hear you,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”