He pulled out and got off of her and stood up. "At the club when you were grinding your ass against my dick, you have no idea how much I wanted to just bend you over a table and make you scream my name right there," he told her.

In the bedroom there was a really heavy, solid oak table that was about waist height. He took her arm and guided her over in front of it and then pushed on her back, making her bend over onto it. She laid flat against it feeling the cold smooth wood against her stomach and breasts and he took her hands and guided them to hold onto the edge of the table. Then he nudged her feet apart with his until her legs were spread wide.

She laid there against that cold table trembling with nervous energy and panting, not sure what he was going to do.

"You sure you're ready for this?" he asked, in that deep husky tone as he grazed a finger lightly down her spine, sending chill bumps across her skin, making the breath catch in her throat as her heart beat faster. Her insides fluttered in anticipation and the spot between her legs tingled.

"I'm ready," she panted. "I trust you Dean. I would try anything with you," she said breathlessly.

"Oh don't say that," he exhaled in frustration. "You're gonna make it way too fucking hard for this to be our last time."

'I hope so,' she thought to herself.

He stepped forward until she felt his warm skin press against hers, one hand sliding around and locking onto her hipbone and the other positioning his length between her legs. He rubbed his erection up and down against her folds before finding her entrance and pushing in slowly, stretching out her insides as he gradually went in deeper. She gripped onto the table and moaned softly as she felt overwhelmed by how amazing he felt.

When he was all the way inside her he got a firm grip on both her hip bones from behind and slammed up into her with all his might. She cried out and gripped onto the table tighter.

He leaned down and softly bit into her shoulder, just enough to make it pleasurable and whispered into her ear, "Let me know if it gets to be too much for you baby."

Hearing him call her baby for the first time ever made her heart skip a beat and her insides fluttered. It made her even more desperate for him.

"Never," she said breathlessly. "I can take anything you can fucking give me."

"There's the Berkley I know. Always the lady," he said sarcastically with a deep sexy laugh. "Be careful what you ask for."

He laid down onto her body and gripped the edge of the table above her head and used it as leverage to thrust himself up into her even harder. It felt so good she couldn't help but scream out "Dean!" breathlessly and the more she whimpered and moaned the harder and deeper he drove up into her.

"Dean. You feel so good," she panted.

"So do you," he said breathlessly. "You feel fucking amazing," he groaned, thrusting into her over and over, getting harder and deeper as he went.

After a while he started moving more slowly, taking his time and she pushed up off the table and raised an arm up, wrapping a hand behind his neck as he stood behind her. He cupped one of her breasts and kissed on her neck as he slid in and out of her from behind and she closed her eyes and moaned.

His hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, going further down until he reached the spot between her legs and started rubbing circles on her clit, as he continued thrusting slowly up into her from behind.

"Dean," she moaned.

"What do you want me to do Berkley?" he whispered against her neck before kissing it.

"Just keep doing what you're doing. You're amazing," she panted, laying her head back against him and closing her eyes as she moaned again.

And that's exactly what he did until she felt her stomach clench up and she screamed out his name desperately right before her insides exploded and her entire body shuddered with an orgasm, sending a shockwave of pleasure crashing over her through every cell, making her skin tingle and spark with electricity. When it was over she stood there, with her legs feeling weak and wobbly and her core throbbing with her heart beating against her ribcage. She held onto the table to steady herself as she panted from exhaustion.

He pulled out and lead her back over to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top. He looked down into her eyes as he pushed himself inside her slowly and she studied his handsome face and felt her heart ache. That was when she knew for sure she had messed up. There weren't supposed to be any feelings involved but she was definitely feeling something, something very strong and overwhelming.

He lowered himself down and owned her mouth with his and he slowly picked up speed until he was thrusting up into her over and over, making her cry out with pleasure as the headboard slammed hard against the wall. This went on for a long time before he finally drove himself deep inside her and his body trembled as he finished. He pulled out and collapsed over onto the bed next to her, panting.

She laid there, with her heart beating so fast she was sure he could hear it.

They both laid there silently for a minute before he turned his head to face her, and she could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. He looked at her, studying her face for a few seconds before saying, "Was that better?"

She breathlessly said, "Yeah Dean. The other time was good but that," she smiled. "That was incredible."

Hearing that made him smile and he sat up and got up out of the bed and said, "Well then my work here is done," he told her with a bow.

She laughed, watching his perfect naked body crossing the room to where his clothes were.

"Hey Dean?" she asked shyly. "Will you sleep in here with me tonight? I'm not trying to be clingy or anything. I'm just afraid I'm going to have a night terror if you don't."

"Ummm. Yeah, of course," he said, leaning over and picking up his boxers off the floor.

"I mean. You don't really have to get dressed if you don't want to. Your body heat on my skin is really comforting," she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with him. Since when did she turn into such a shy little schoolgirl around Dean?

"Oh," he laughed awkwardly. "Ummm. Okay."

He seemed hesitant for some reason as he dropped the boxer shorts and flipped the lights off before climbing into bed next to her.

He laid on his back and she snuggled up against him, laying her head on his chest.

She looked up at him and said, "Good night,"

He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss and said, "Good night," before laying his head back and closing his eyes. That soft kiss was enough to make her stomach do a flip and as much as she didn't want to be like those other women that turned crazy after sleeping with him, she could feel herself heading in that direction. At this point if she saw another woman with her hands on him she wouldn't hesitate to fight her and show her how things are done in South Boston when you lay your hands on another woman's man.

But he wasn't her man. He was just her best friend. Everything was so blurred and confusing now.

Berkley woke up to the sun streaming through the windows and little flashes of light reflecting off the ocean waves. She blinked and opened her eyes to see that she was still cuddled up against Dean's naked body with her head on his chest and her leg draped over him. She looked down and noticed his penis was hard as a rock but he was still sound asleep breathing heavy.

As she looked at it she remembered how much he enjoyed it when she was sucking on it last night and she felt so tempted. She wanted to taste him again, to feel him in the back of her throat and hear him groan her name in pleasure, while he gripped her hair. Just thinking about it was getting her all hot and bothered and making her ache for him.

She moved off of his chest and pulled the sheets back, sitting down between his legs looking eye to eye with his long erection.

"Dean?" she asked. There was no answer. "Dean!" she whisper shouted and he sucked air in, blinked and looked around for a second before looking up at her.

"Dean. Can I .......," she asked timidly. "I mean I know last night was supposed to be the last time but I really wanted to," she hesitated, before looking down at his long, hard erection, saying, "suck on it just one more time. I didn't get to do it very long and I think I need more practice. Please?"

Her face flushed red and she couldn't believe she was really begging to give Dean a blow job. She felt embarrassed and silly.

He looked up at her for a second thinking before nodding and saying, "Okay."

That made her smile and she exhaled with relief. How embarrassing would that have been if he rejected her? She wrapped a hand around it and pulled it towards her, feeling it twitch in her grasp as she bent down and slipped her lips over it. She rolled her tongue around the tip and massaged down the top of his shaft with her hand as she gradually lowered her mouth onto him.

She went deeper, moving down on him until he was hitting the back of her throat and she started sucking, massaging with her tongue and pumping the bottom of it with her hand.

She heard him groan as both of his hands ran through her hair and gripped onto her head, guiding her up and down on him. From the low satisfied groans she could tell he was enjoying this which made her suck harder and go deeper.

"Come here," he finally said, pulling up on her head to lift her off of him.

"Yeah?" she asked, sitting up.

"I want to finish inside you. Why don't you get on top?" he asked.

She had no idea how to do that but she had seen it in videos before so she straddled him, hovering over his body as she lifted his shaft and positioned it at her entrance. She slowly started lowering herself down on it, feeling him fill her up until it was all the way in.

She looked up at him and his dark blue eyes were studying her breasts and then he looked up into her eyes. He didn't even say a word. He just wrapped his hands around her hips and started pulling up on them to lift her and then he raised his hips off the bed and thrust his length up into her.

It felt so good she threw her head back and moaned.

"I want you to use me and pleasure yourself with my dick. Slide up and down on it, go as hard and fast or slow and gentle as you want. Do whatever feels good. You're in charge."

Hearing him say that turned her on and she started grinding back and forth on his lap and then raising and lowering herself until she was bouncing up and down on it pretty hard and fast. It felt so good as it hit into the far back of her insides and she moaned.

"I want to watch you touch yourself while you do it. Just like you do when you're masturbating," he said breathlessly.

She felt nervous to do that in front of someone else but she was so close to him, she was willing to do anything he asked. He made her feel more brave and adventurous. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she reached down and started rubbing between her legs as she rode his dick harder and faster, until finally she cried out and grabbed onto the headboard to steady herself as her body trembled with an orgasm.

She sat up panting breathlessly and she opened her eyes to see him looking at her.

"What?" she said, feeling her face flush and getting self conscious.

"That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," he said in awe.

In one swift movement he had flipped her over and was on top of her, slamming into her and pounding the headboard against the wall with a bang, making her cry out his name until finally his body trembled as he finished. He pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her in a heap.

He laid there in bed panting with a smile on his face and said, "That was officially the most bad ass way of being woken up ever."