Dean hovered over her, looking down into Berkley's eyes for a few seconds before he slowly leaned in closer and stopped when his face was an inch from hers. He glanced down at her lips and hesitated, looking back into her eyes before finally closing the gap between them and pressing his lips softly against hers.

She closed her eyes and felt her insides flutter as he kissed her. This felt different than the other kisses they had shared earlier. The others had been emotionally shallow and half-hearted, but it seemed like they were both more present and into it now. Maybe she was just imagining things and reading too much into it. She tried to block out those thoughts and focus on what was happening instead.

Dean turned his head to the side, covering her mouth completely with his and kissing her deeply as she slowly lifted her legs on either side of him, spreading them slightly while he lowered his naked body down onto hers. Feeling their bare skin coming together made her heart race with adrenaline and her breath got more shallow. She couldn't believe this was really happening.

As she kissed him, her hands came to rest against the smooth, tan skin of his firm, broad shoulders as he laid the full weight of his body down onto hers. 

She felt his hard erection pressing up against her stomach and that made her ache to feel him inside her. Judging by how painfully hard he was, it was obvious he wanted her too.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered breathlessly against her ear and she swallowed hard before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she whispered back.

He lifted himself up on his arms and reached down between them, taking his hard length in his hand and guiding it up and down against her folds until he found her entrance. Then he lifted his head and looked down into her eyes, studying them to make sure she was okay as he pressed his hardness against her opening, slowly breaking through the seal.

She sucked in air and then held her breath, biting into her bottom lip as she looked up at him nervously, gripping firmly onto his shoulders. As he gradually pushed his way inside, stretching her out to accommodate his size, it became uncomfortable and she winced in pain.

"Are you okay?" he asked, stopping.

"Yeah," she said breathlessly, nodding. "Just umm. Just go slow."

He hesitated before slowly pushing in a little further and she closed her eyes and bit into her bottom lip when it started to hurt. He stopped again and looked down at her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm ummm. I'm a lot bigger than the average guy. I probably should have warned you about that ahead of time."

She looked up into his dark blue eyes and gave him a weak smile. "It's okay," she whispered. "I knew my first time was gonna hurt, but it's okay. I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

She trusted him and knew he wouldn't hurt her. He was even more protective of her than her own Dad and brother. That's one of the reasons why she had wanted her first time to be with him.

"If you need me to stop again, just let me know," he whispered, before he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers as he slowly pressed in farther.

He hit a wall and pushed through it, giving her an uncomfortable prick of pain for a second, before he finally finished burying his hard shaft all the way inside her, filling her up completely.

He held it in that spot for a minute, so deep inside her that she could feel his length hitting the back of her insides, and it gradually started to feel really good. He shifted and pushed himself in even deeper, pressing harder against that spot before he slowly started to move in and out.

The light touch of his hands skimming across the skin of her back and the way he kissed her so gently, made her insides flutter and her heart beat faster. The kiss gradually got more intense as he turned his head to the side and parted her lips with his tongue, massaging it against hers as he slowly moved his length in and out.

His thrusts gradually got harder and faster until it was so overwhelming that she threw her head back and closed her eyes, letting out a loud moan. She was thankful the beach house was empty and they didn't have to be quiet, because she wasn't sure she could be if she wanted to.

It felt so unbelievably good that before long she was feeling the build up of that euphoric feeling again, the one that made her insides feel like they were about to explode. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she slammed her eyes shut and bit into her bottom lip.

"Dean," she panted, breathlessly. "That feels really fucking good, but I don't know how much more of this I can handle."

Despite her pleas, he didn't slow down. Instead he did the exact opposite, hitting that spot even harder and faster, until she felt like she was literally about to come apart. He pounded into it over and over until her stomach clenched up tight and her core trembled, making a tidal wave of pleasure wash over her entire body.

She clung onto his shoulders panting, trying to catch her breath and slow down her pounding heart. The orgasm he had just given her felt different than any she had ever had before. It was so intense and lasted so long that it made her entire body super sensitive and tingly and she suddenly became hyper aware of every bit of Dean's warm, bare skin that was touching hers.

"If you don't stop clamping down on my dick like that this isn't going to last very long," he groaned into her ear, sending a shiver across her skin.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, trying to relax her muscles. "I didn't mean to clamp down."

"It's not your fault. It's just, you're so fucking tight and without a condom on it feels so much better than it ever did before," he panted.

He waited for a few seconds before he started slowly moving in and out again, and she closed her eyes and savored how good it felt having him inside her. She had no idea sex would feel like this.

"Man you feel so good Berkley. Too fuckin' good," he groaned into her ear, stopping again. He laid there inside her, perfectly still for a minute as she felt his heart pounding against her chest and his heavy breaths on her neck.

A few seconds later he started moving in and out again and it felt so good that she closed her eyes and pushed her head back against the pillow, letting out a deep moan. She let her legs fall open even wider and lifted her hips off the bed to take him in deeper, grinding up and down against his length.

He groaned. "Fuck Berkley, you have to stop that or I'm gonna come right now."

She stopped for a few seconds, catching her breath but then she yearned for more. She needed it. She lifted her butt off the bed, moving her hips in a circle around his hard shaft and taking it in deeper. It felt so amazing, she closed her eyes and let out a moan.

She felt Dean pull back and then drive himself deep inside her with a couple hard thrusts and then his body shuddered as he finished, collapsing onto her. She felt the weight of his body on her and his heart was pounding just like hers was and he was breathing hard. Finally he raised up and pulled out of her, flopping over onto the bed beside her panting.

They both laid there in silence for a minute, catching their breath and staring up at the ceiling. Finally she broke the silence.

"I'm sorry. It just felt so good, I couldn't stop," she said, feeling her cheeks flush.

"No, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault. It was mine."

She laid there, not sure what else to say.

"God, that's fuckin' embarrassing. I swear I've never gotten off that fast before," he said breathlessly, shaking his head. "I don't know what the hell happened."

She looked over and he looked really frustrated with himself.

"You were just so tight and it felt so good without a condom that I couldn't stop myself from going. I know a lot of guys lie about that shit, but I swear, I've honestly never had that problem before," he said in disbelief.

She gave him a weak smile. "I don't understand why you're so upset. You may have wanted it to last longer, but I thought it was perfect."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"No I'm not," she told him with a laugh. "When have you ever known me to sugarcoat anything? I'm always brutally fuckin' honest when it comes to you, and I'm telling you it was perfect." She let out a long exhale before saying, "Now I'm gonna go take a shower and get cleaned up."

She got up and walked into the bathroom completely naked and shut the door behind her, starting up the shower and getting inside. Her mind was racing with a million thoughts as the hot water trickled over her body and she watched some blood washing down the drain. Her mind was still trying to process everything that had just happened and she was in a state of shock.

She couldn't believe she really just had sex with Dean. She was trying to wrap her mind around the fact that her best friend, the guy she always hung out with and teased about what a man-whore he was, was the same guy that had just given her the most amazing orgasms she would probably ever have in her life.

As she washed off, she thought about how they were planning to pretend like none of it ever happened and go back to being just friends again. How was that even possible? How would she ever be able to look at him the same again?

How could she be with him and not think about how soft his touch was on her skin or how amazing it felt having his hard length buried deep inside her? How could she hear his voice and not think about the deep, sexy tone he used that made her insides flutter?

She rested her head against the shower wall and groaned, letting out a deep, tortured exhale and shaking her head. She had fucked everything up. He had been so right when he said having sex would change things between them. Maybe she should've listened.

She thought about it and realized she didn't regret it though, because having sex with Dean had been one of the most amazing experiences of her life. She remembered him saying one time that after he would sleep with a woman, they would become obsessed with him and super clingy, even though they knew he didn't want anything serious right from the start. Now she completely understood why those women had become obsessed with him. He was amazing.

She quickly reminded herself that she needed to forget about it and push what they had done out of her mind so she could move on, date other guys and fall in love with one of them, because being with Dean Bradshaw wasn't an option for her.

She took a deep breath in and let it out, standing up straight and shaking it off. She could do this. She could be his friend. She could forget about what they had done and act normal around him. She had to.

She tried desperately to convince herself, but in the back of her mind she had known she was in trouble the moment she saw him naked. This was going to be a lot harder than she had thought.

After she got out of the shower, she wiped the steam off of the mirror and looked at her reflection, studying it. She looked the same but slightly different somehow, a little happier maybe, with flushed rosy cheeks and the hint of a smile on her lips.

When she came out of the bathroom Dean was already gone and she noticed the mattress didn't have sheets on it anymore and there was a blood stain on it right where she had been laying. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. She could just picture him trying to explain how that happened to his Aunt and Uncle.

She went over to her suitcase and put on her bra and underwear and a pair of fleece pajama shorts and a lace tank top with some fuzzy slippers.

She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and as she made her way downstairs she heard the downstairs shower going. She went into the kitchen and got two wine glasses out and poured a little of his aunt's expensive wine into them. She had told Dean they could have a couple bottles of it while they were staying.

He came out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of boxer shorts with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, drying off his wet, tousled hair. She turned her head and looked down at her wine, taking a sip of it to distract herself from staring at his six pack.

"I poured you some wine here," she said, clearing her throat and trying to make casual conversation as if everything was normal.

He sat down beside her and she couldn't help but notice how good his body wash and cologne smelled and it made her insides flutter, but she tried her hardest to ignore it.

They sat there in awkward silence for a few seconds before she finally spoke.

"So we're going to go back to being just friends and forget tonight ever happened. Right?" she asked hesitantly.

Part of her hoped he would say no, that he would say they had been wrong and there was no way in hell they could go back to being friends after what just happened between them. That he would carry her up to the bedroom and make love to her all night long. But, unfortunately, none of that happened.

He just looked down at his wine and took a sip before nodding. "Right."