It was deep and long and intimate, his tongue exploring her mouth as though they had all the time in the world. Indian hot sex Something in her hated this two-step, and some part of her was pleased he’d even take the time to dance it with her. They could fuck like rabbits for the next hour or for the next year, but the monsters would still be out there when they came up for air. It was easier than letting go of that space between who she wanted to be and the scared little girl she still was. She met him and groaned with a voice that seemed to start in her tail bone and travel the length of her spine as it bowed beneath him. Instead, he brought her wrist to his lips, pressing his mouth to it reverently, his eyes closed and his lips warm on her skin. But not his. “Oh, sweetheart,” Dean said, backing away and starting up the stairs two at a time, his face sliding into a casual and easy grin that had been winning girls over from broom closets to back seats since he was fifteen, “it’s not the length of time you have, but what you do with the time you got.”
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