Page 82 of Just Ten Seconds

A sculpted masterpiece. Brawny yet smooth. His chiseled chest is sprinkled with hair. I run a hand over his firm ridges, feeling the defined pectorals, and get lost in this mountain of a man. A place where a woman can hide and forget the city. Where I feel safe.

I kiss his heart, feeling it pound beneath my lips. His flesh is warm, and when my tongue darts over his nipple, he groans.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and he pulls me into a passionate, fiery kiss. My hands move down his torso, feeling each crevice, every line along his perfect physique. When his thumb toys with my nipple, I moan into his mouth in invitation. He accepts.

He sucks and kisses down my neck, dancing over my collarbone and taking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls, and his mouth nips in a way that has me tingling right down to the apex of my thighs.

I suck on his earlobe, and I finesse his belt buckle, sliding my hands into the backside of his jeans and under his boxer briefs where I grip his ass. His strong erection pushes against my belly, and I gasp at the sensation.

With gentle guidance, I’m on my back, lying on a sea of down cushions and plush pillows, as Dean slides my pants down my legs, leaving me in just satin. A low groan comes out of his mouth as he stares at the triangle of fabric, eyes widening in want.

I lift my hips ever so slightly, letting him know he can take it.

And take it he does. First, his mouth is over the satin, and the warmth and friction are enough to have me biting the pillowcase beside me. As he peels off the thong and tosses it on the floor, his mouth is on my clit, and now, there’s no turning back.

He licks and sucks and does things that haven’t been done to me in longer than I was married. He pulls my orgasm from deep within me and brings it to the surface, building, igniting, and pooling at my core.

My head is hot, and my hands grip the sheets. And when he rubs his finger along the outside of my entrance, I combust with pleasure, tugging at his hair and screaming out his name.

With kisses lingering up my belly, Dean climbs up my body. His warm lips devour my mouth as I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss him with vigor.

His jeans are off in seconds, and his erection is like steel against my skin. I grab hold of it and rub my hand up and down the shaft, feeling his size and loving the heaviness in my hand.

“Fuck,” he growls in my neck. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t think this would happen.”

“I’m not on the pill,” I say, still running my hand up his length and wanting it so badly.

He curses as I glide a finger over his vein. His cock swells further in my hand.

We stare at each other, two people on the cusp of being connected, just seconds away from the release they crave, both physical and emotional.

“I trust you,” I breathe.

He stares at me for a beat, looking over my face, taking me in. Taking us in.

“I’ll never hurt you,” he promises.

I open my legs as he lines himself outside my entrance. With a swift motion, he buries himself deep inside me, and the lights come crashing down inside my head.

With every pump of his hips, I ignite in fire.

With every kiss of his lips, I am bathed in lust.

Every nerve in my brain and body is electrified as he grinds into me. His body works me from the inside out. Higher and higher, the orgasm climbs until I raise my hips and meet him motion for motion.

My moans and cries are muffled as I bury my mouth into his skin. I can’t talk or breathe as I fall apart in his arms, experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life.

He continues his grind, eliciting moans. He says my name in a sweet groan as he pulls out, his warmth pouring onto my belly.

Our chests heave as one as we come back to reality. He leaves me to wash in the restroom and comes back with a towel, delicately cleaning my skin of his arousal.

When he’s done, he climbs back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around my body, and tenderly holds me in a cocoon of man.

“Mara.” He rolls me over, pulling me up so I’m facing him. “Sweet Mara. Did you know your name means sorrow?”

“You looked up the meaning of my name?”

“I did. And it fits because you have this pain behind your eyes. I knew it the first time I saw you. I also saw this incredible strength. It was beautiful. Every inch of you is so incredibly beautiful.”