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“Is there a problem?” Dean asked for the fourth time. Kayla seemed a bit distant. Not like his usual bubbly Kayla. “You seem…”
“I’m fine.” Kayla said sharply. “I’m going for some ice cream. Want some?” She asked, getting off the bed.
“No, I’m good.” Dean couldn’t help but follow Kayla with his eyes.
He was worried about Kayla. For the past two weeks, she seemed a little bit off. Dean didn’t know what her problem was but he had a feeling she was worried about something. He had spoken to Cole but Cole seemed to think she was probably just occupied with her studies. Dean had accepted that but still wasn’t comfortable with the little little things he was noticing about his woman. He knew some people had the problem of craving for food when they were upset or worried. He couldn’t help but think Kayla had a problem and was resorting to food because she seemed to suddenly have an increase in cravings and appetite.
She had even put on a little bit of weight. Dean didn’t have any problem with a bit of flesh on a woman. Not at all. In fact, he thought Kyla looked even sexier. But then, there was no day that his Kayla hadn’t looked sexy and gorgeous in his eyes. However, if there was a problem, Dean certainly didn’t want to sit back without doing anything till it was too late.
Dean knew that due to Kayla’s lonely childhood, she was used to solving her problems all by herself. The only person she seemed to ever confide in was Cole. And even that, it usually took some probing on the part of Cole to get Kayla to talk. Dean wished Kayla could feel free enough to tell him what was on her mind at any time. She had to know that he was there to help and love her in all situations. She could therefore tell him anything and he would understand and help her.
Unfortunately, Kayla didn’t seem to understand that. Dean felt helpless because though he sensed there was a problem, he didn’t know what it was, and couldn’t help the woman he loved more than life itself. Dean turned to look at Kayla when she entered the room. She was in one of his t-shirts and God, her boobs looked even bigger and more enticing under the soft material. Dean got so hard so quickly he groaned. Fuck!
“You sure you don’t want some?” Kayla asked as she got back in bed with a bowl of vanilla, coffee and caramel flavoured ice cream.
“Well…it depends on what I’m licking it off.” Dean drawled, reaching out to pull his t-shirt off Kayla. “Damn, I love these boobs.” He said huskily.
“Even without the nipple ring?” Kayla giggled. She had taken out her nipple ring for the past month, claiming her nipples felt too sensitive.
“I would love them even if the nipples were cut off, angel. You know I love everything about you.” Dean purred, leaning over to cup one of Kayla’s boobs. “Are they still itchy?” He asked, lightly brushing the soft pad of his thumb across a rigid nipple.
“Yes.” Kayla breathed, arching into Dean’s touch.
“Maybe you have to check it out with your doctor,” Dean suggested huskily, taking in Kayla’s slightly parted lips and closed eyes. God, she was beautiful. And she was without a doubt, getting off on his touch to her nipple. “They seem darker, bigger, even more beautiful…” Dean muttered just as his mouth closed over one hardened nipple.
“Oh God.” Kayla moaned, forgetting about the bowl of ice cream in her hand. Dean’s mouth on her super-sensitive nipple was pure bliss.
It had always felt good when he sucked on her nipples but of late, a mere brush on her always-itchy nipples felt ridiculously amazing. Just three days earlier, they had been about to leave the house to visit Aaron, Kyle’s boyfriend, in the hospital when something unexpectedly erotic occurred. They were in the garage and Dean had opened the front passage door of his sleek BMW i8, for Kayla to sit. She’d accidentally brushed her breasts against Dean and gasped at the electrifyingly exquisite sensation that had flashed through her. Dean hadn’t missed it. He’d initially thought she was hurt.
“Hey, are you okay?” Dean had held her back and asked, looking at her flushed face.
Kayla couldn’t speak. Her face had flushed even more when Dean’s eyes lowered to her pointy nipples. They were standing out so prominently, one would think she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her blouse. Then naughty as he was, Dean had leaned down and lightly bitten one extended nipple through her blouse. And that was all it had taken… Kayla had come so hard she had gotten dizzy.
“Ahhh…” She had moaned loudly as her core clenched and released with orgasmic bliss. A feeling which wouldn’t stop as Dean relentlessly continued his erotic assault on her taut flesh. “Don’t stop…” She had whimpered. It had felt so good.
She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Dean had picked her up and carried her back into the house and fucked her senseless. By the time he was done with her, she was feeling so sleepy he had kissed her softly and allowed her to sleep and gone to the hospital, alone. That was how sensitive Kayla’s nipples had become in the past month.
Kayla had read somewhere that her itchy, super-sensitive nipples, was a result of her condition. Strange as it was, she was loving the feeling. She especially loved it when Dean treated them roughly. A bite here, a pinch there…but when Dean sometimes chewed on them, Kayla came so hard she wondered if it was normal. Well, she was sure going to miss all that abnormally delicious feeling, she thought sadly. She might as well enjoy it whilst it lasts.
Placing the bowl of ice cream on the bedside table, Kayla’s hand moved to cradle Dean’s head, holding him to her taut flesh. She couldn’t suppress the impassioned cries and whimpers of ecstasy that fell out of her mouth.
Dean worked on those nipples. He bit them, chewed softly on them, and licked them before drawing them, one after the other, into his hot mouth to suck greedily on them. Even as he sucked on one, he pulled and rolled the other between his fingers, loving the erotic sounds coming from Kayla. Her back arched as she totally lost herself to pleasure.
When Dean’s hand disappeared into Kayla’s panties and came into contact with her soft drenched folds, she exploded with such an intense orgasm, Dean thought for a moment she was having a seizure. Kayla convulsed around those probing fingers, crying out as pleasure consumed her. Nothing else mattered at that moment. Neither her problems nor what was to happen the following day. Nothing mattered except that she didn’t ever want Dean to stop.