The conversation stayed light and cheery and Dean was glad that CJ had talked him into making half the basement, his man-cave. He liked the privacy and there was no way anyone could hear what was going on, down there. CJ had finished cleaning the kitchen and opened the door, to the man cave. "Female entering the man-cave", she yelled as she came down the stairs. The guys laughed at what she had said. "Seriously? You announce your arrival?", Randy said, as he took a sip of his beer. "Yea, I do. I figure this is Dean's room and if he's watching girlie movies and jerking off, I don't wanna see it", she said as she leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Besides, I have to come through here in order to get to the laundry room and unless he starts putting his 'unmentionables', in the laundry basket, he'll be going commando, on the next leg of the WWE tour". This brought laughs, from his friends, as he reached over his head and pulled her, head first, onto the sofa and onto his lap. "You are so not funny, Ms. Ambro…" and he stopped. The room became strangely quiet as the couple sat there. "Uh...I…uh...I'm gonna go back upstairs because I think I left…", CJ said as she climbed off him and headed up the stairs, closing the door.

Later that night, as they got ready for bed, Dean brought up the incident, in the man-cave. "I'm sorry about what I said, CJ. It just came out". CJ looked at him and smiled. "I know it did and I'm not upset. It just sounded weird. I know it feels like we're an old married couple, but I guess that's because we fit together so well", she said as she put the last of the clothes, in their suitcases. Dean smiled as he watched her. "Would it be so bad, married to her? Just because her father is his boss, Triple H did it and they seem to be happy", he thought. "Speak for yourself, sister. This man still has a lot of tread left on his tires", he said as he ran into the bathroom, just as she threw his shirt at him. She heard the water running and she smiled. He was a goof, but he was hers. She looked in the mirror, as she took off her shirt, and saw that the bruises had all but disappeared and the "P", looked like a scar. She knew she could always get a tattoo, to cover it up. Looking at the door, she thought, "If I don't do it now, I'll…." and with that said, she removed her clothes.

She opened the shower door and saw that Dean was standing under the shower, with his back to her. She stepped in and looked at his back. She had seen it numerous times before, but now, she saw every little scar and reminder, of his past. She stepped closer and touched one of the scars and he flinched. She placed a butterfly kiss on it and then she found another one and another one and soon she had her arms around him, laying her hands, flat against his chest. She slowly ran one hand, down his stomach, to his member and she felt it harden, as she touched it. He grabbed her hand and said, "I wouldn't be doing that, kitten, unless you're prepared to finish what you start". He turned to face her and she kissed him. Not, a soft kiss, but a kiss that fought for control, over his mouth. When their lips released, she looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry. I see your scars and I never realized that your life was so much different, than mine. Most people I know, have a story to tell, but I know that your scars are what made you the man you are today. The man I love and hope to someday, spend the rest of my life with", she said as she reclaimed his mouth. There, he heard her say it again. He knew she wasn't just saying it, to be nice.

His hands rose to the back of her head, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth. He wrapped his hands around her back and slid them down to grab her perfect backside. She tried to break the kiss and pull him back, but instead he turned her body to face the wall and put her hands against it; bending her over ever so slightly. His right hand ran up her spine, as the water from the shower head above pulsed down. He placed kisses all over her neck and back, while his hands cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. "This...isn't fair…I'm supposed…to...be…pleasuring you", she said as she felt his manhood pressing against her opening. "I know that, baby girl, but I'm tired of getting all the attention", he growled in her ear, causing her to grind herself against his member, trying to force him into her opening. He let his hands slide down from her breasts, over her cute little belly, and to her inner thighs. He spread her legs and bent down so that he could taste the juices that had begun to run down her legs. As he ran his tongue over her wetness, she began to moan as he ground his tongue deeper into her pussy. With each lick her body tensed and her moans turn into screams of delight. The intense passion of their encounter began to take over her body, as he gently wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it hungrily. Soon her body exploded, from the pleasure, and he received his reward…the sweet taste of his girlfriend's innocence. When she had finally come down, from her sexual high, she turned and kissed him, tasting herself, on his lips. Their foreheads met and he was smiling. "Thank you", he said as he turned off the shower. "Why are you thanking me? You didn't get what you wanted and from the looks of it, I think you need to be taken care of right away", she said as she reached for his hard member. "No, tonight, we're doing this my way and I want to be inside of you, on our king-size bed, when you and I become one", he said as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around her and then one around himself.

He led her to the bed and picked her up, gently placing her in the center of it. He opened her towel, with one hand and then he continued to play with her breasts, while the other explored her body. He reveled in the contours from her breasts to her stomach, while his hand slipped further downwards, and she groaned again as it reached her hips. "Dean…", she moaned, as he stroked her thighs and brushed the stubble between her legs. He sensed that she was about to speak again, so he rushed to her clit. Caught by surprise, she gasped, but didn't say a word. She groaned again as his fingers moved softer but faster than before. She stretched her body and began to move to his rhythm. Her back arched, as with one with hand she stroked his hair, and with the other she squeezed her tit…enjoying the pleasure he was giving her. He pushed her legs apart, as she called his name. "Dean!", she protested as he seized her by the hips and stuck his condom, covered cock into her pussy.

She gasped and bit her bottom lip as he began thrusting inside her, as she began to squirm with pleasure. He began to fuck her deeper and harder. He grabbed a lot of her hair and pulled it like a harness, confusing her senses with pleasure and pain. She cried out. "I'm not done with you yet", he said. He pulled out and removed the condom as took her by the hand and slung her left hand into the cuffs by the wall, then her right hand into another set of cuffs at the other side, pinning her down to the frame. She lay there still rippling in delight. She wanted him to come in her, or on her, or anyway he wanted. He put his leg over her body so that he was on top of her, looking at her tits and erect nipples. He leaned over to kiss her, and stroked her arms which were pinned outwards. He kissed her tits, and took them in both hands as he began flicking her nipples with his tongue. "Dean", she moaned, "I want you to fuck me." He lifted his head, as she wiggled beneath him and pulled at the handcuffs. "Fuck me, Dean. Please, I don't want to wait anymore", she cried.

He smiled and kissed her lips, but instead of doing what she asked, he moved forward and put his cock between her breasts, and squeezed them around it with his hands. He rocked between her tits, and started thrusting faster. She looked down at his cock and her mouth instinctively opened. Sounds caught in her throat. Her body moved with his. She lifted her legs high and wide, as if she could bring him into her by doing so. He gripped her breasts harder with every thrust. Then he took a hold of her hair, and moved further forward. He held his cock down, and CJ opened her mouth invitingly, even though she could hardly move her head. He teased it in, wetting his cock on her tongue, which followed it even as he pulled away. With a firm push, he went deep inside and CJ groaned with delight. Her head bobbed around his cock, then Dean pulled out and slid down her body, kissing her as he got lower and lower. "Yes, Yes, Yes", she screamed and then she looked at him, when he stopped. He arched one eye brow and looked at her and that's when she realized what she had said. "I'm sorry, babe, it's just that I've waited for this all night and I don't think I can wait anymore. Please make love to me?", she said as he covered his cock with another condom and slipped inside her wet pussy.

He started fucking her deep and hard and heavy. She brought her legs up and around his back, pulling him into her, repeating the word "yes, yes." Her back arched as she pulled against the hand cuffs. She reveled in the thought of his hot semen bursting inside of her, and the pleasure that his passionate thrusts brought her was immeasurable. Dean felt the telling sign that he was going to come in her very soon. The mounting sensation of pleasure built up and up, and drove him to bang her harder and harder, until he felt an immense swelling up inside of him. He seized up, grabbing her tightly and still thrusting as well as he could. Dean pulled out and savored the sight of her pussy dripping wet. Finally relaxed, he rolled over to lie next to her. He was spent and he never thought sex would be as exciting as it was, right then and there. He got up and looked at her. "Um, Dean? My hands?", she said as she pulled on the handcuffs. He undid the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. "Thank you, CJ. I never imagined that sex could be so...WOW…but can you do me a favor and not make me wait anymore?", he asked as she sat up. Looking at the time, she said, "So, wanna get another shower before we go to bed?" Dean smiled.