It felt like he was on set of a porno titled, 'Dean Gets Lucky.'
It sounded cheesy and he could admit he watched more than his fair share of cheesy porn. But who really watches porn for the wonderful acting and thoughtful dialogue?
When Sydney surprised him with her bold request, Dean was taken aback. Make him sing like a canary? He wanted to laugh. How many women had promised him the best blow job of his life only to see his cock and wonder exactly how many licks would it take to get to the tootsie roll?
Sydney was different.
She had a sexual aura – though she tried to quiet it – that simmered through her being. Her words, her attitude, her intellect. Even how throaty and slightly raspy her voice was – a combination of a breathy Marilyn Monroe and a woman who had age and experience on her side – turned him on. It turned him on the first night he met her. Willpower and overall respect for women is what held him back. Plus, it was a nice change of pace in getting to know someone instead trying to figure out her fellatio technique over dinner.
"I'm going to jump in the shower," she said as they entered the suite.
"Okay," Dean nodded and removed his jacket.
Sydney turned back to him. "Come with me," she offered.
Dean raised an eyebrow. Normally, he would be the one to offer a mutual shower to a conquest; now Sydney was doing it to him. He was impressed. He pulled his shirt over his head and began to unbuckle his belt. "Gladly."
Sydney walked into the shower and stripped in front of Dean. He leaned against the bathroom door as he watched her put on a show. Little by little, each piece of clothing landed on the floor. First went the too-tight sweater that barely contained her ample breasts. Second went the jeans that hugged her ass so deliciously.
She began to remove her bra and panties when he stopped her. "Allow me," he replied in a husky voice that dripped with sexual heat.
Sydney felt her pulse quickened as Dean stood behind her. His fingers were a little calloused from the hockey play but surprisingly smooth to the touch. She could faintly smelled the whiskey on his breath as he leaned closer to her, pressing her lithe body against his.
Damn he felt wonderful. He smelled incredible. She felt a slight quiver between her moistened folds and briefly closed her eyes as it reverberated throughout her body.
"I want you to look at me."
His demand forced her eyes open and Sydney locked them with Dean. She watched as he slowly removed her bra and cupped her breasts. A hastened sigh escaped her mouth as she anticipated his touch. His hands slowly moved down her torso and he pulled the lacy fabric down her legs.
When he stood back up, his mouth rested against her neck. His eyes never moved from hers. "You're fucking incredible," his voice came out hard and husky. "Absolutely fucking incredible."
Sydney felt like a goddess and behind her was her king. She didn't know if he said that to other woman and at the moment, she didn't really care. All she knew that it was just them in an unknown world outside and heated desire inside a small room.
She knew the heat she had for Dean went beyond just knowing him for a few days. She wanted to feel she belonged to someone and that someone desired her. She was no longer going to fight any feelings, and just succumb to the pleasure, and possibly love. Maybe, just maybe, Dean could give her exactly what she needed.
He pressed his lips against her neck and Sydney moaned in pleasure. The velvety roughness of his lips combined with the heated flesh of hers was almost too much to bear. She closed her eyes and her head fell back against his chest, relishing his hands exploring her nude body, inch by inch.
The light stubble of his cheek grazed her neck as he gently kissed and suckled on it. A hand traveled down to her sex and Sydney willingly accommodated his request. His fingers were gentle yet skillful, finding her core over and over, tickling the swollen bud that peeked through, and making her ride his fingers. He kept his mouth pressed against her neck and the other hand steady around her waist as he watched her reaction through the mirror. Her nipples were hardened, her flesh was hot, and planted expression of ecstasy was etched across her face.
He got her where he wanted her.
When she climaxed, her body stilled and a soft moan escaped her lips. She briefly opened her eyes and a soft glazed took over. Her mind was in a stormy cloud of emotions and Sydney almost forgot where she was.
"Now that we've warmed up," Dean removed his jeans and underwear, "it's time for the show."