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Before Kayla could finish her request, Dean’s fingers were strumming her clit as though they were working on a guitar’s strings. Kayla went berserk, squirming and writhing as sensation overload threatened. Her eyes started to go hazy just as a loud cry tore out of her throat, she bucked against those fingers, totally drunk on pleasure. Dean didn’t know if she even realized she always made those mewling sounds in the back of her throat whenever she was about to come. It drove him crazy. She couldn’t hold still, it felt like she was on fire. She was close. So damn close…
When Kayla exploded, she didn’t moan or cry out. She screamed, long and hard as she convulsed around Dean, clamping down on his cock. Nothing could stop her from flying apart, exploding into a million pieces, burning under the pressure of Dean’s invading finger, strumming fingers, and thrusting cock. Her scream tore across the rooftop, carried over the wind to any listening ear.
Her surroundings disappeared until all she knew was Dean and the pleasure he was giving her, and Jean, whose eyes never left hers throughout her orgasm. She was in a state of euphoria, a sublime pleasure that simply blew her mind. It felt so good it was almost painful. She forgot to breathe, she lost all sense of hearing, her vision blurred and her heart threatened to burst from her chest, her eyes widened…
“Breathe.” She saw Jean mouth at her and exhaled the breath she had been holding for longer than it should have been possible.
“Oh my God, Dean.” Kayla gasped. Her mind was still blank. God, she was dying. Right there on that metal table. And she didn’t care.
With a quick jerk of his hips, Dean pulled out of Kayla and turned her to lie on her back. Then plunging back into her, he closed his eyes and began to ride her with obvious intent, hard and rhythmically, with just one goal in mind…to come. He was so out of it, his thrusts grew increasingly vigorous as his excitement got the better of him and he lost his rhythm. His body was tense, face contorted with pleasure. Kayla had never seen anything sexier in her life. She knew she wouldn’t mind seeing that look every day and every night for as long as she lived.
Kayla couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was simply gorgeous. She felt such an overwhelming love for him, a wave of tenderness so profound it brought tears to her eyes. Lifting her hips, she gyrated against him, wanting to give him more pleasure. She squeezed him inside her, tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, Kay. Yes, baby. Squeeze me. Just like that.” He whispered, coming undone.
Kayla rocked even harder against him, clenching her muscles. But in doing so, she also unintentionally stimulated her swollen clit against his pubic bone. When she felt the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm, she reached up and brought Dean’s head to hers and captured his lips in a kiss so sweet and at the same time so wild, Dean’s orgasm slammed into him without warning.
He threw his head back with a loud cry and went completely still as he poured his cum into her. He came so hard his world went white.
“Be mine, Kayla.” He growled even as his body trembled with ecstatic ripples. “Please.”
That passionate plea was her undoing. Kayla’s orgasm slammed through her, rippling through her entire body, causing her muscles to tighten up rhythmically on Dean’s cock, milking him pleasurably and prolonging his orgasm. They were both on a high so amazing it was indescribable.
Kayla didn’t know exactly when she started chanting Dean’s name. All she knew was that she couldn’t bring herself to stop. And that in itself, was driving Dean out of his mind. When their tremors eventually stilled, Dean collapsed beside her, cuddling her in his arms with so much tenderness.
“Christ…You’ll be the death of me Kay.” His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. Then his mouth descended on hers, kissing her with so much passion, telling her through the kiss just how much she meant to him. “I love you. I love you so much it fucking breaks me.” He whispered around the lump in his throat. Then went right back to kissing her.
When they came up for air, Kayla cupped Dean’s cheeks in her palm and looked into his eyes, her own shimmering with irrepressible tears. “And I love you, Dean. I love you with everything that I am. And I’m yours. Just as you’re mine.” Her voice cracked as her throat squeezed shut with emotion. When Dean’s handsome face blurred, she blinked and tears spilled from her eyes into her hair.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” Dean husked, gently wiping at her tears with the heel of his hand.
Kayla only smiled, then remembering Jean, she turned her head to the side where he had been standing. He wasn’t there.
“He’s gone,” Dean said quietly, knowing who Kayla was looking for. “Did it bother you?” When Kayla indicated with a shake of her head that it hadn’t, Dean dropped a kiss on her swollen lips. “You were amazing, baby. That was off the hook!” He gave her a delirious smile, his dimples showing.
“You are so frigging gorgeous.” Kayla gushed, then promptly added when Dean blushed; “And so adorable.”
Dean groaned. “Are you trying to emasculate me, woman? I just fuck your brains out and the best you can come up with is, I’m adorable?” Dean gave a mock scowl.
Kayla’s entire body shook uncontrollably against Dean’s with laughter. “Oh baby, you know you always rock my world. You are one hell of a good lay, Mr. Broody.” She purred. “Come here, let me show you just how much.”
When Kayla’s weaved her fingers inside Dean’s hair, he moaned and his eyes drifted shut. Lowering his head he took her lips, tracing the contour of her lush swollen lip with his tongue before probing into her mouth. He run his tongue along the ridge of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and then stroked the surface of her tongue. She sighed, trembling, as her lips parted wider to allow his tongue deeper. When she started sucking on his tongue, Dean shuddered with a groan, feeling his cock harden inside Kayla.
“Ahh,” Dean gasped, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. “Kay, we have to stop.” He groaned. “I want you in a proper bed.” He tore his mouth away from hers and pulled out of her warmth.
Pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, Dean wiped Kayla clean as much as he could, then he wiped himself and zipped up. When he pulled Kayla off the table, he had to hold her for a while as her legs just wouldn’t stop shaking. He tucked her head beneath his chin and stroked her back with one hand.
They could hear the faint sounds of Foy Vance’s ‘Guiding Light’ playing and Dean swayed Kayla to the music.
“When I need to get home you’re my guiding light, you’re my guiding light.” He sang along in his flawless baritone, making Kayla melt even more.
“Oh God, he can sing too.” She whimpered in awe. “You’re killing me here.”
Dean laughed and nuzzled her ear. “You okay?” He whispered into her ear.
“I’m good.” She said gazing up at him adoringly. God, she wanted him again. Desperately. How could she want him again already? Kayla sighed. She was addicted to Dean Broody, Kayla thought as a ripple of delight streaked down her spine. God help her. God help them both as there was no power strong enough to stop her from lusting after Dean for…as long as she lived. Damn!