I'm not even sure what was on the TV; I know that once and awhile Dean and I would laugh at whatever joke had been made, then fall back into a comfortable silence. I would occasionally get caught looking at him; but just as many times I caught him studying me. He picked up one of my legs off his lap; causing me to look over to see what he was up to. Was he examining my shoe?
"How the hell do you women walk in these damn things? Don't get me wrong; they make your legs and ass look great, but they look like they hurt like hell." Dean asked while furrowing his brows and looking over at me.
"They do hurt sometimes; it's something most women learn to do like putting on make-up, my Grandmother Linda taught me when I was 12 and attempting to walk in a pair of her heels." I smiled at the memory; then realized Dean was also smiling at me. "What?"
"You were smiling; I was just wondering what you were thinking about." He asked in a soft, raspy voice that just made me feel like Jell-o.
"I was thinking about the day she taught me how to walk in heels. I already told you I was 12; anyway, I used to go into her closet and look at all the pretty dresses she had hanging up. Then I saw all of her high-heeled shoes lined up on the bottom of the closet; so I put a pair on and was failing miserably at walking in them. She happened to come into her bedroom as I made it to the closet door and nearly did a face-plant on the carpet." I laughed. "I managed to save myself; she chuckled at me and offered to show me how to walk in them. I nearly did 5 more face-plants; Grandpa Vince saw one of them and told Grandma that she better not let his favorite break her neck. It took her almost all afternoon; but by the time I left, I was walking in heels." I smiled again. Dean took off the heel on that foot and grabbed the next foot and slid that shoe off. I watched him; I hadn't been expecting it when he started rubbing my feet. It made me jump.
"Relax Princess." He chuckled at me and continued to rub my feet. "I'm not a good man Aurora." He announced. It seemed to me that he was trying to warn me or scare me off. He should have known that wasn't going to work.
I looked over at him, "Well; that's alright Dean. I'm not a good woman." I slipped my feet away from him and moved on the couch so that I was straddling his lap. He made a rather weak attempt to move me off him; I'm not entirely sure he really wanted me off him. I ran my hands over the t-shirt he was wearing; feeling the muscles underneath, this time he jumped. It made me smile; "Relax Stud." I repeated his words back at him. Leaning in I kissed the side of his neck, it elicited a growl from deep in his chest. I suddenly was very much aware of his hardening member underneath me; it made me moan. I felt his hands move up my abdomen, and slide under my tank top. Dean cupped my fabric covered breasts and lightly squeezed them; I moaned. His thumbs brushed my nipples through the material of the bra. I could feel myself getting aroused. I really wanted Dean right now and I could feel that he wanted me to. I reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it off; when he stopped me.
"Stop Aurora, "he said softly before nipping at my jawline. "We aren't doing that tonight." I whimpered in disappointment; which made Dean grin. "Feeling frustrated are we, Princess?" I glared at him. He wrapped my legs around his waist and stood up; turning us around so I was lying with my back on the couch. He ran his hand up my leg, my breath hitched as he pulled aside my shorts and panties. His fingers rubbed against my clit and I moaned loudly. Dean then ran his fingers in between my lips. "Mmmm…sweetheart; you're so wet for me! I have a sneaking suspicion that you are a virgin; and that's why we aren't doing any more than this. I just can't stand to leave you frustrated." He moved so that he was hovering over me; kissing me passionately, while his thumb worked my clit. I moaned into the kiss; this was a hundred times better than anytime I had masturbated. He easily slid a finger into me while his thumb kept up its job on my clit. I moaned and arched my back off the couch. His finger and thumb started to work faster and my hips started to rock against his hand.
"Please…Please Dean; make me cum!" I whined at him. I moaned louder as he sped up his ministrations on my most sensitive parts. I whimpering and moving against him as he got me closer to my release; I could feel my orgasm building, he curled his finger like he was motioning someone to come to him and I nearly hit the roof. I cried out as he stroked my g spot over and over again. "Ohhhh….god Dean, I'm so close!" I moaned at him.
"I know Princess; I can feel it. Just let it go; come on Aurora cum for me." He said softly to me; he lightly pinched my clit and I was overcome as my orgasm washed over my body. It was much more intense than I had ever given myself; even on my best attempt at it. "God Aurora! You are so fucking beautiful when you cum! I'm going to have to remember that!" I couldn't even see him clearly; I honestly don't think I'd ever cum so hard before. It just proves that I need this man; which is a scary prospect, because I've never needed anyone or wanted anything from anyone. I was trying desperately to slow my breathing down as I the last ripples of the wild orgasm subsided. I can't believe how tired I suddenly am, I just want to fall asleep right here. I looked up at Dean with sleepy eyes and he laughed. "Get some sleep Aurora, we'll see each other tomorrow." He kissed my forehead and got up off the couch. The next thing I heard was the door to my suite opening and then closing again. I knew Dean had left. I managed to get up off the couch, swallowed the rest of the two glasses of wine; then wandered into my bedroom. Falling down onto the mattress; I managed to curl up with the sheets over me. I smiled thinking about him saying we'd see each other tomorrow. He might just be the death of me!
