“I need to fuck you. Now,” he said, dark eyes glittering. I released his cock and nodded, speechless. I still wanted to take care of him, so I straddled his hips again as he settled back against the cushions.

“Condom?” I asked, hovering over him.

He swallowed, eyes closing. “Upstairs.”

“Or…”

His eyes flew open. I draped my body over his and kissed him deeply. “I’m protected and clean,” I said quietly. “So if you are too and you want me to fuck you bare, say the word.”

He dug his fingers into my hips, jaw clenched tight. “I’m clean.”

I held his gaze. “Yes?”

“Yes.” He reared up and claimed my mouth. “Please.”

I lowered myself down the length of Dean’s cock, marveling at the perfect fullness. I kept my chest on his, my mouth on his as I rode him in a steady, delicious grind that had us gasping. He grabbed my ass and helped me move, circling and rocking, taking my time with an angle that curled my toes and kept us face-to-face. Like that night in the car, Dean didn’t break eye contact as the pleasure mounted, as my movements became less sensual and more frantic.

His hands skated up my ribcage and then cupped my breasts, thumbs tweaking and pinching. “More,” he whispered, eyes searching mine with pure astonishment. “Give me everything, Tabitha.”

I didn’t hold back. I was too close, too on edge. I sat up, propped my hands on his chest for leverage, and rode him fast and dirty. The changed position had us both tipping our heads back, and the very second Dean’s fingers grazed my clit I came instantly. The orgasm was glorious—shook my entire body, had a smile blooming on my face as Dean thrust his hips up and up and up with sweat on his brow. I bent over again for purely selfish reasons, wanting to kiss him as he climaxed. And I did, feeling him growl out barely coherent words as he came inside of me with a soft roar of satisfaction.

31. Tabitha

Thirty-One

Tabitha

A few minutes later and I was still collapsed on Dean’s chest, content to listen to the sound of his heart as my own finally slowed. He gently rolled onto his side and tucked me against him so we were facing each other on the narrow couch, in his living room starting to fill with dim morning light. That hushed witching hour had come and gone, and I now had a flight to catch tomorrow.

I stroked the soft skin at his temples. “How’s your head?”

He kissed the inside of my wrist. “Much, much better thanks to you.”

My cheeks got hot. He chuckled. “Not because of the sex. Though I’m sure levitating during an orgasm is good for your overall health.”

I hummed. “That good?”

He brushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. We inhaled together. Exhaled. “Yes. Always. But mostly I feel better because you took care of me. Thank you.”