WARNING: This chapter is NOT SAFE to read at work or around children.
Zoe smiled up at him. "Then I guess you better do something about it."
Little minx! He returned her smile. "My thoughts exactly." As if he had all the time in the world, slowly Dean shifted, then lowered his head to the exposed area where her t-shirt rode up just a little. Soft skin met his lips and he lingered for a moment as he gently kissed her belly.
One thing that hadn't changed since the accident was her scent. He'd come to love the aroma of Japanese cherry blossoms mixed with the underlying scent of everything Zoe. It was comforting, reassuring and made him happy.
Ever so slowly, he lifted her shirt then worked his way up her body, peppering it with kisses. She lifted her arms, allowing him to strip off her covering. Not one for ceremony, he mindlessly tossed the t-shirt to the side, then turned his attention back to her bra. With one hand he gently cupped her breast while he mouthed the supple skin above the fabric. He lingered there, simply enjoying the moment before sliding the fabric away, revealing a full pink tipped nipple. Without breaking his rhythm, he shifted and sucked the succulent peak into his mouth.
Above him, Zoe gasped, and her hand speared through his hair. Yeah…that's it. He increased the pressure until she became restless, shifting and squirming beneath his touch. For several seconds he held tight, before letting go with a wet pop. She squeaked upon his release and he turned his head to look at her.
Her face was now flush, her eyes glazed with that familiar look she used to get whenever they made love. God how he'd missed that look. For a brief second, he returned to her mouth, taking a kiss that when done, left them both breathless. "Please," she panted.
"Please what," he grinned.
"I need…" Her brow knit for a moment she shook her head.
"What, baby?" he prompted. "What do you need?"
"I…um…You," she finally managed before swallowing audibly. "Please Dean. I need you."
He was pretty she that hadn't been what she wanted to say, but maybe she didn't quite know exactly what she was asking for yet. Not being able to remember, meant all these sensations she was feeling were probably new and foreign to her.
Moving forward, he'd just have to make sure to teach her how to articulate her needs better, but for now….
He slid down her body, positioned himself between her thighs then curled his fingers around the hem of her shorts. Slowly, he pulled, both her shorts and underwear, stripping her until the balance of her clothes landed on the floor.
For a moment he sat back on his knees and enjoyed the view. Her creamy flesh seemed to go on forever and ever, with only a minor blemish here and there marring her perfect skin. He noted the scar beneath her right breast where the chest tube had been. Considering the extent of her injuries, he'd expected a lot more scarring. At the very least he'd expected that particular scar to be much larger, but like so many of the initial side effects of her injuries it too had faded.
Taking his time, he began working his way back up her body, mouthing soft kisses first along her ankle, then her calf. He meandered his way to her knee, then her thigh until he eventually reached her apex. When he finally glanced up, he found her watching him, a mix of curiosity and anticipation on her face. He shifted, pressed her legs farther apart, revealing his glistening prize. "Oh Zo…baby…you're wet."
"You make me that way," she replied with anticipation in her tone.
Another shot of male satisfaction coursed through him at the confirmation that he was still able to induce those feelings in her. "Well…" he grinned. "You're about to get a lot wetter."
Before she could reply, he lowered his mouth to her mound, licked once, twice, then sucked on her clit as he speared two fingers into her channel. She gasped, threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Oh God!"
He released her clit. "God has nothing to do with this, baby."
"I feel…" she gasped.
"What?'' he asked as he continued to pump two fingers in and out of her soaking wet passage. "You feel what?"
She shook her head just as she had before but didn't reply.
This time he wasn't going to let it go. She needed to try and identify and articulate her needs. "Come on Zo, talk to me, baby. Tell me what you're feeling."
"I-I don't know, exactly. It feels so good. Just please don't stop," she begged.
"Never," Dean assured as he added a third finger and began working her in earnest.
She squeaked, arched and thrusted against his fingers in response.
Inside he grinned. This right here was his Zoe. "Yeah, baby. That's it. Fuck my fingers."
"Dean!" she managed to gasp. "Oh…oh…I…"
He could tell she was getting close. "That's my girl. Let go. Let me have it, baby."
No sooner had he finished his statement, he felt her clamp down on his fingers. Her pussy throbbing around his digits. Above him she cried out and fisted the sheets.
Beautiful!
She was still just as gorgeous when she came as he'd remembered, maybe even more so than before. After all, there had been a time when he hadn't expected her to even survive, let alone be well enough to make love to again. So, to have her back and beneath him like this meant so much more than he'd ever be able to express. He was damn well going to give her everything he had and would take whatever she gave in return.
He continued to work her hard, until satisfied he wrung all he could get from her, Dean removed his fingers. A small sound of protest came from her even as he shifted above her. "Oh, don't worry, baby," he said as he angled his hips, lining his cock up with her entrance. "We're not done yet." With that statement he slowly breached her. Eyes wide she stared up at him, her mouth parted on a silent gasp.
Treating her as if it were truly her first time, he took it slow, almost painfully so. The look of shock on her face eventually morphed into one of pleasure as he seated himself fully inside her. With a grin he met her stare. "I told you it would fit."
"So full," she murmured, a mix of pain and pleasure claiming her features.
His brow knit. The last thing he wanted was to cause her any discomfort. "Am I hurting you?" He never had before, at least not that she'd ever told him.
After a moment she shook her head. "No. It's just a weird sensation. Not bad at all, just strange."
"Well," he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Let's see if we can change that 'weird' sensation to one of pure pleasure." Shifting his hips, he slid nearly all the way out, then slowly back in. Watching, he gauged her reaction and was more than a little pleased when she let out a low moan.
"Yeah, Zo…that's it, baby. Feel me inside you. Feel me filling you, pleasuring you as nobody else can."
She arched and let out a small cry. "Yes, Dean…Oh…oh."
Faster, he picked up the pace until eventually the sound of slapping flesh filled air and mixed with her grunts and moans. She met him thrust for thrust, a look of determination in her gaze as she watched him watching her.
She felt so damn good, he wanted to stay like this forever. Sadly, he'd held out as long as he could before everything began to tighten. "Zo, baby…I'm so damn close. Come with me."
She tensed beneath him and he knew she was close too. Her eyes drifted shut as threw her head back and once again fisted the sheets.
"No, no…baby. Open your eyes and look at me." She did without question. "That's my girl." He grinned. "I want to see the look in those beautiful eyes when I mark you as mine."
"Yes," she gasped before giving him a wry smile in return. "Let me have all of you."
That was all he needed as the fire low in his belly, shot down his spine. His vision began to tunnel as he exploded deep inside her, filling her, marking her. For several long seconds his entire body throbbed almost painfully as he continued to empty himself into her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come so hard. Then, just when he thought he was done, she let out a cry and her tight little channel clamped down on his dick, squeezing in rhythmic pulses, extending his pleasure while milking every last drop from him.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and groaned as he collapsed next to her, too weak to move. "Dear God, Zoe," he croaked. "I think you just killed me."
She giggled as she reached for him and cradled his face in her palm. "You have to admit, it was one hell of a way to go."
Her statement pulled a laugh from him as he reached for her now, pulling her toward him. "So true." He sighed. "I love you so damn much, Zo," he said as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm sorry I've been such an idiot these past few months. I guess maybe I have some issues to still work through."
"Maybe you do, she replied, her tone one of understanding. "After all, it couldn't have been easy for you to stand by and watch me struggle."
For a brief moment he closed his eyes and swallowed down the instant sorrow that still came every time he thought back on those early days after the accident. "It wasn't. I just felt so fucking helpless, especially early on when I was still dealing with my leg injury."
"So." She brushed her lips across his ever so gently. "We'll work on your issues together, but for now I think it's worth repeating that I love you very much."
Warmth filled his heart and he opened his eyes to look at her. "Thank God," he whispered as he pressed a quick kiss to her nose.
She pushed her hair out of her face as she stared at him. "I'm also really glad my plan worked."
Her statement had him arching a brow. "What plan?"
"The plan I concocted to get you into bed."
Intrigued now, he raised up on an elbow to look down at her. "You made me mad on purpose?"
She grinned. "I sure did…well, I did with a little help from Lexi."
"Lexi?" His girl was suddenly full of surprises. "When did you talk to Lexi?"
"She called after you left this morning. She wanted to let me know that the gang would be coming by the day after tomorrow. While we were talking, I told her how frustrated I was with how you were treating me." She laced her fingers through his. "Lexi said she's seen you when your angry and you have a habit of throwing caution to the wind and not thinking. So…" she shrugged. "I figured if I did something to piss you off and pushed your buttons, I'd force you past the point of thought. It was a gamble that could have blown up in my face, but…" Her smiled returned. "It didn't."
"Well hell," Dean sighed as he dropped back to the bed, then pulled her completely against him.
Zoe's smile faded. "You're not mad, are you?"
Was he mad? He took a moment to take stock of his feelings. She's decided to do something sneaky behind his back. She'd intentionally picked a fight with him with the sole purpose of getting him to do something he hadn't wanted to do. He really should be mad, but he couldn't seem to find it in his heart to be angry with her. After all, if he hadn't been acting like a jackass in the first place, she wouldn't have needed to. Damn it, Nicole had been right all along, and that fact pissed him off more than anything Zoe had done. He absolutely hated being wrong.
"I should be," he finally replied, "I should beat your ass for pulling a stunt like that, but…" he shook his head. "I'm not and I won't."
"Good," she replied as she snuggled against him, tucking her head under his chin. "Because I only did it for your own good."
He snickered as he considered her statement. He'd been so wrapped up in his own worries and concerns that he'd failed to truly pay attention to how much she'd progressed. Because of it, he'd been outwitted by his own girlfriend…didn't that just beat all?