Chapter 9

"She Brings Me Love"

Dean's eyes fixed on her lips; luscious and sensual. He reached for her, linking his fingers in her hair, his mouth finding her earlobe and that really sensitive spot just below the ear. She let out a soft moan of pleasure against him and he felt a stirring in his groin.

His hand slid up inside the back of her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back. Her body melted into his and she was a completely willing participant in his exploration. "I don't know, do you think there's something there?"

She looked at him, her eyes practically glazed over and she nodded; she certainly did. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He gently brought his mouth to hers in a romantic and passionate kiss. Her lips parted, allowing his tongue access. It felt so good to kiss this gorgeous man; she was so excited she felt like she might explode.

He moved her toward the bed, laid her down, and got on top of her. His hands explored her body, trying to memorize every curve. "Yes." She whispered into his ear, answering his question.

He smiled, pulling her shirt over her head, to reveal her dark purple lacy underwire bra. "You're so hot." He told her, not holding anything back. He wanted her and he knew that for certain.

She looked up into his eyes, trying desperately hard to find the words to describe their relationship. How did they truly feel about each other? She found that she could get lost in those eyes of his if she tried. There was so much depth there; he really was an amazing guy. She reached her hand out to caress his face and his eyes closed, relishing in her gentle touches.

She pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the most delicious muscular chest in existence. Even his muscles had muscles; he was just incredible. She wrapped her hand around his bicep, which made him smile, because her hand could only reach around half of it. God, there was just so much muscle; she felt like she could drown in muscles. She felt so small and defenseless against this hard-bodied, Greek god.

A wave of fear rushed over her. She had no idea where it came from, but something in her subconscious must have sparked it. His fingers were in her hair, affectionately. "You're safe; I would never hurt you." She nodded and ran her hand down his beautiful chest, over his abdomen and teased ever so slightly just below the waist of his jeans, and then she brought her hand back up again. She let her hand linger over his heart, feeling it beat beneath her fingers, "So beautiful" she whispered.

"You're the beautiful one, baby."

She smiled, "Thank you, but I actually wasn't referring to your looks. You have got to be the most gorgeous man that has ever walked the earth, but that's nothing compared to your heart. You are just so sweet, but you put up these walls around yourself to keep other people out. I bet it works most of the time too, but not with me." She smiled and traced his spine with her fingers, "I see through it and I know who you are."

His eyes were wide and almost childlike as he stared back at her. This girl was truly something special. He felt tears welling up in his eyes and she softened. He closed his eyes and she bent her head up to gently kiss his eyelids.

Suddenly he didn't know if he could do this. These things he was feeling; these weren't feelings he had ever allowed himself to feel before. He had never been able to be so open and helpless with a woman; it was strictly against his own rules. How was it that this woman, who barely knew him, was able to read him like this? How was she able to get under his skin and expose the vulnerability that he never let anyone see? If he gave in to this connection, that was it; he would get hurt again. Eventually she would get her memory back and leave him or she would hang around too long and get herself killed like everyone else who seemed to get close to them. One way or another it would not work out for them, so why set himself up for the fall?

He tried to so hard to push her away and put a safe distance between them, allowing himself to reenter his safety shell. He could already feel himself retreating, but something about her refused to let him go. He knew that he couldn't escape this connection, no matter what he did. There was no point in trying. So, instead of fighting it, he decided to surrender. He would allow her in and he would get hurt in the end, just like he always did.

When he brought his mouth back down to hers, something inside of them changed and fireworks practically went off over the bed. Passion quickly broke all the emotionality of their encounter and they found themselves growing increasingly horny as the moments went by.

He quickly had her pajama bottoms off, exposing matching lace underwear in that same deep purple color. His mouth watered instantly and he longed to have her legs wrapped around his neck and his face buried in her hot, wet sex.

His fingers massaged the soft skin of her beautiful lips through her panties. She purred and moaned as her body trembled against him. She wanted him so badly she could hardly see straight. So, as he was massaging and exploring, her hands slid down to the button of his jeans. She couldn't believe he actually slept in these crazy things, but who was she to judge really? She unbuttoned and unzipped them, sliding them down his body and off onto the floor. He laughed at her urgency and unhooked her bra, revealing her soft breasts for his enjoyment. He let out a soft groan at the sight of the mounds that he loved so much. His hands reached out to touch them, feeling her nipples harden between his fingers.

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed, her mouth at his ear. His hand slid down to grope her ass, pulling her body closer to his own, feeling her pulse quicken with urgency. His mouth went to her neck, sucking and nibbling at her, leaving his mark on her. His eyes met her and he smiled, "What do you want me to do next, baby?"

She smiled at him, practically delirious, "I want you to make love to me. Please."

He smiled and quickly slid her panties off and to the floor. He reached his hand between her thighs, exploring her bare sex. She was just so beautiful; he didn't know what to do with himself. Without hesitation, his mouth met her folds and her body shook with tremors. His tongue stimulated her clitoris and she linked her fingers into his hair. Her breath was ragged, helpless even, as he reached up to massage her sensitive breast as his tongue continued to work his magic on her aching clitoris.

He kept going until she arched her back and her body shook with the tremors of her climax. She called out various obscenities and practically growled as she squirted her juices onto him, herself and the bed.

His eyes widened and she raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know I could do that."

He laughed, "Now I'm never going to stop making you cum, baby. That was fucking hot!"

She laughed, "That took a lot out of me. I guess when I get off, I really get off. Gee whiz."

He slid his body up, between her legs. She could feel the head of his dick teasing and tickling at her folds. He reached his hand down to use his cock to stimulate her clit and she practically jumped through the ceiling. "Oh, it's so sensitive!" She screamed, shaking in his arms.

He bit at her shoulder, making his way up to her neck and earlobe, "I'm ready to take you now, so I guess you're just going to have to deal."

She glared at him, smiling, "Oh don't be acting like you can dominate me!"

He laughed and slowly slid his cock into her tight, wet hole, feeling her walls gripping at him like a vise. "Oh, I can baby, you just watch."

Once he was all the way in, he started rhythmically sliding in and out of her, watching as her eyes started to roll back into her head, "So you can." She didn't bother to fight with him; she just laid back and enjoyed herself. He was too irresistible to try and deny anyway.

He gripped onto the bed frame, holding on for dear life as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Her body had gone almost limp beneath him and he began to worry about her. With his mouth at her ear, he whispered, "you okay?"

Her eyes met his in sort of a mid-glaze kind of look. She nodded at him and let out a soft, "yeah."

He smiled and gripped onto her tightly as he could feel her walls constricting and convulsing in her orgasm. Her toes curled and she let out a cry of pleasure as her cum practically drowned his cock.

After this second orgasm (and a couple of seconds to regain her regular heart rate and breathing patterns) something changed inside of her and she became the dominant one. She smacked his ass a couple of times and squirmed out from underneath him so that she could get on top of him.

He laid back and smiled, happy to oblige. She let her head travel down his body, kissing him as she went. When her head was dead even with his swollen dick, she opened her mouth and pushed her head down to take it in her warm, wet mouth. He released a cry of pleasure and his hand linked through her hair as she gave him the best blow job he had ever received in his life. This girl definitely knew what she was doing with a cock; that was for damn sure. She used everything she had to stimulate him; her lips, her tongue, her teeth and all the while she used her hand to cover the base, making it feel to him as though she was deep-throating him. He groaned and exclaimed, "You better knock that off if you don't want me to cum right now!"

She laughed and pulled herself away from his throbbing cock. "Oh, well, we can't have that!" She giggled and linked her fingers through his to stable herself as she lowered herself over his body.

Dean smiled, 'So, she wants to hop on for a ride; well a ride is what she was going to get.'

She wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down on his cock, taking it deep into her aching sex. He cried out as soon as it was inside. She smiled, totally content with herself. She held onto him and used his body as support while she bounced on his cock.

He reached out and cupped her ass, helping her to bounce faster. He let out a grunting noise, as he was close to his own orgasm. She licked her lips, loving the sounds he was making, and ground harder against him. She wanted one last orgasm before she allowed him to get off, so she changed up her rhythm a bit, hoping that would help him hold off a bit longer. She could tell by the razor sharp look in his eyes that it worked and she smiled at him, melting him. She fucked the shit out of him until she felt her orgasm win out and she screamed so loud her voice practically reverberated off the walls.

"Shh." He said, laughing. He grabbed her ass and continued to fuck her in that position, not wanting to waste any time; he wanted to get off and he wanted it now. He pounded her until he felt the tightening in his balls and knew he was ready. He rolled her over on to her back, pulling out of her, to cum on her big, beautiful breasts. He grunted, letting loose his seed all over her awaiting chest.

When they were through, he cleaned her up and then got into the bed beside her. He pulled the blankets up over their naked bodies and wrapped her in his arms. "God, that was amazing."

He smiled, kissing her lips, "You can call me Dean."

She laughed and snuggled her head against his chest, listening to the sounds of his heartbeat. He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her head up to meet his own in a passionate kiss. His tongue swirled around in her mouth and she ran her hands over his back, lovingly. They continued to make out for a little while, until they found their eyes growing too heavy to stay awake any longer.

Out in the hallway, Sam was leaning against the wall, his head in his hands. He knew exactly what had gone on in that room and he was sure that everyone else in the place heard it too. He couldn't believe that just a couple hours before she had given him the kiss off speech and now he was sitting outside her door after she had just gotten done fucking his brother.