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With one hand he cradled my head as he continued to kiss me. His other hand slowly made it's way down my body. He was very careful around my bandages as he each in turn caressed my breasts and teased my nipples into taut points. All the while, his lips never left mine. I darted my tongue past his lips as an open invitation to chase mine. He responded and I stroked his tongue with my own and with my lips.

When he eventually broke the kiss it was for his mouth to travel the same journey as his hands. Dean kissed my chin and nipped at it gently. He then traced his tongue along the line of my jaw and up to the lobe of my ear where he again gently bit. I gasped at the sensation and he gave a soft chuckle.

His lips continued down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites in their wake. He again used the tip of his tongue to trace along my collarbone to end with a kiss at the hollow of my throat.

I wanted to respond to him and use my lips and tongue to, without words, express my gratitude and appreciation for him saving my life. But he was in full control and each time I tried to rise up to kiss him back, he would just gently push me back down to the pillow and back away and he wouldn't resume until I had settled back down.

Dean took his leisure exploring my body. His touch was a pure art form and he the brilliant aster artist. His lips made their way across y chest while he slipped a hand further down to reach the apex of my thighs. When his lips engulfed one of my nipples, my legs fell open, desperate for his touch.

Again Dean displayed a confident, unhurried, almost smugness, acting like the lion that knows the cage door is open. He used the barest of touches at first, allowing my body to open up to him on it's own. Gradually, he stroked closer and closer to my center; all the while his mouth never left my breast.

So caught up in his gentle strokes was I that it completely hit by surprise when Dean slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped again in delight. His finger stoked the flames inside, bringing e almost to the brink of the inferno. Then I felt as though I had been struck by lightning when he brushed his thumb across my clitoris while at the same tie biting down on my nipple. It his me so suddenly and without warning that in each hand I grabbed his head and his hand and held them in place as the spasms racked my body.

Satisfied with a job well done, Dean withdrew his hand and lifted his head back up to my face. I was just getting fired up and I reached out to unbuckle his belt and undo the top of his jeans.

"That's where the danger lies." Dean warned, giving me one last chance to change my mind.

"I want you, now." Was my firm response and I pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor.

With the light from the window increasing from the coming dawn, I could see that Dean was truly a sight to behold, all muscle, sinew and smooth skin.

He stretched out on the bed beside me as I stroked my hands over his biceps, his pecks, his abs and his hips. I glanced up at him to see he was clearly enjoying my exploration so I decided to up the ante. I wrapped both of my hands over his shaft, lacing my fingers together and began to stroke down and then up and over the head. I could feel it becoming even harder beneath my fingertips and I quickened the pace.

He groaned and tried to sit up, but this time it was my turn to push him back down with one hand while I continued to stroke with the other.

Not one to be put in his place by a girl, Dean took my by surprise by flipping me on to my back and rolling on top. He then knelt above me and pulled me up so that I was straddling his hips. I wrapped my legs behind him as he positioned himself before my opening. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto his shaft. The process was excruciatingly delicious. It took every ounce of strength that either of us had to keep from allowing us to just start thrusting wildly.

At last I was fully impaled and for the merest of seconds, neither of us moved. In that tiniest of fleeting moments we both experienced a peace that surpassed anything that came before it. All the pain, a lifetime's worth for either of us, gone in that instant.

We then both started to move, rising in tandem to meet each other. The way we were positioned, even the slightest of movements was rewarded with intense pleasure. I felt my body climbing that mountain once again and Dean increased his thrusts in both speed and force. I screamed and bit down on his shoulder as my second orgasm hit. His thrusts continued to rock me as I rode it out.

Dean lowered my now limp body back down to the bed. He braced one hand on the head- board and one hand over my clit. As his cock pounded into me again with precision speed and intensity, everything shook, the bed, Dean, me as we felt the world exploding around us.

I placed my hand over his heart to feel the adrenaline pumping through him, noticing for the first time now that it was full light, the strange tattoo inked directly over it. I traced the intricate patterns with my fingers as his breathing returned to normal.

I tried to move, thinking that he would want to get up, but he just held me there, looking down and deep into my eyes.

For once, that pain that had lived in each of our eyes, his hazel-green, mine grey-blue, was gone.