A/N: I had originally written the first chapter as a one-shot story, but I have been getting so many requests for more, that I decided to make it a multi-chapter story. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. :)

CHAPTER TWO

Two Weeks Later

Leah did not know which part of the night's events she found sexier. Was it the silk scarves binding her wrists and ankles to the bed? Or was it the soft crimson colored blindfold around her head, blocking her vision? The answer was neither; the fact that Dean was the reason she lay on her bed; tied down, blindfolded, and naked; vulnerable to anything and everything… that was the sexiest part.

She jumped as something cold and wet landed on her chest. Her body tingled as Dean slid what she assumed to be a piece of ice over her naked skin; circling her nipples, one at a time, hardening them to his satisfaction.

She moaned as the cold wetness was replaced by the feeling of Dean's mouth, licking up the water and heating her body to its core. She squirmed under him, longing for more.

"Open your mouth," he said gently. Leah obeyed, parting her lips, and he slowly poured a small bit of a fruity, sweet-tasting liquid in her mouth. She closed her lips and swished the liquid around with her tongue before swallowing. A smile crossed her lips as she recognized her favorite wine.

He remembered! she thought. Leah was impressed; Dean had learned more about her in the two weeks they'd been dating than Stephen had in the entire six months of their relationship. Not that she didn't understand; learning was difficult for someone who constantly thought with the wrong head.

She really enjoyed being with Dean. Not just for the sex – which was amazing every time – but also for his company. The way he could make her laugh about absolutely nothing significant. His gentle, caring nature; his scruffy, bad-boy appearance; the way they could talk for hours about everything, nothing, and all the in-between.

Leah sighed. She could see things getting serious with him. She could see being with him long-term.

Dean brought her back to Earth by capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands softly caressed her body.

When he broke the kiss he whispered, "Now that's not fair. You didn't save me any wine." He sat back, straddling Leah. "I like Moscato too. Oh well."

He tipped the bottle of wine and Leah yelped in pleasure, startled, as wine splashed on her breasts and stomach.

"I like it better like this," he said, and dipped his head down to lick the wine from her body.

Leah squirmed and wriggled in ecstasy, moaning as his tongue glided over her skin, sucking the drops of wine from her chest. Dean eyed a rivulet of Moscato between her breasts, running down to her navel. He kissed and licked his way down, enjoying the taste of wine mixed with the irresistible taste of her.

He ran his silky tongue over the small gem piercing her navel, then continued his trip south until he reached the narrow strip of dark, curly hair.

Leah's breathing grew labored as she eagerly anticipated what was next. Dean kissed her pussy, slowly tracing his tongue along her outer lips.

She moaned, struggling against the restraints. Dean grasped her hips to hold her in place as he circled her clit with his tongue before moving lower and sliding that magnificent, wet muscle into her opening.

Leah screamed. Or did she gasp? She wasn't sure. Her mind refused to work correctly; pleasure outweighed coherent thought, and lust clouded her certainty.

Dean rubbed her clit with his right thumb, while his left hand kept a firm but loving hold on her hip and he thrust his tongue into her over and over; fucking her with his mouth.

Leah arched her body, her calf muscles cramping as her climax surfaced. "Dean…please don't stop! Oh God, I'm coming!"

Dean paused for a moment to look up at her. "Let go, baby," he whispered, letting his tongue delve back into her pussy.

Leah screamed as her climax engulfed her body like a wildfire, shutting her mind down of any conscious thought. "MMMM! AAAGH! OHGODOHGODOHGOD…"

She saw stars exploding in the darkness of the blindfold; the pleasure was so intensely electrifying it scared her a little.

Dean moved back and watched Leah finish riding out her orgasm, beads of perspiration running down her face.

He lay down beside her and softly kissed her forehead before removing the blindfold and restoring her vision.

Then he went to work untying her wrists and ankles from the bed frame.

Leah opened her mouth to speak. "Dean… please…"

Dean smiled. "What is it?"

Still struggling to catch her breath, she said, "Please… make love to me. I need you."

Leah leaned over and pressed her lips to his, in a kiss that seemed to slow time itself. With Dean's help, she straddled his hips and reached behind her to grab his cock.

Locking her eyes on his, she guided him to her slick opening and raised her body off the bed. They both moaned as she lowered herself, slowly taking in every inch of him.

Up and down… slow and steady she moved, biting her lip in pleasure as she rode his hard dick.

Dean reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, his breathing heavy. "Oh my God, Leah… just like that." She leaned down and kissed his neck, continuing to ride him.

Up and down… Leah quickened her pace, feeling the familiar urgency of an orgasm building inside her.

Dean moaned, thrusting his hips in time with her. "God Leah, I'm so close…"

"Me too, baby…"

Throwing her head back, Leah felt her climax reaching its breaking point. Sweet release.

"Oh God Dean!"

Dean closed his eyes as his climax erupted, spilling into Leah and sweeping his body like a wildfire.

Leah trembled furiously, her body shaking to the core as her climax taking hold of her mind and body. As they rode out the pleasure to its fullest, she leaned down and captured his mouth in a shaky yet heated kiss.

Meeting her passion, Dean kissed her back, the two of them moaning into each other's mouths as they rode the waves of their orgasms.

Finally breaking the kiss, Leah raised her body, slid her pussy off of his cock, and dropped down beside Dean on the bed, panting heavily. Gazing into his clear blue eyes, she said, "That was amazing!"

Dean chuckled as he pulled the covers over their naked bodies. "No, YOU are amazing! Why you stayed with that cheating asshole for six months, I'll never understand."

Leah sighed. "He was very charming."

"More like manipulative."

"Yeah, I suppose. But to be fair, he has a defect that impairs his thinking."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, he was born without the ability to use the head with a brain in it. Always thinking with his dick."

Dean laughed. "That makes sense. I have several friends who suffer from that disability."

"Oh yeah? What about you? Have you ever thought with your dick?"

Dean smiled at Leah. "Sometimes. When I'm in the presence of a beautiful, amazing, intelligent woman."

Leah blushed and dropped her gaze.

"I'm serious! You are beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and so much more. Stephen didn't deserve you."

Leah smiled to herself. As she drifted off to sleep with her head on Dean's chest and his arm wrapped protectively around her figure, she silently thanked god, or whatever it was that had brought this man to her.

She was falling for him.

Hard.

TO BE CONTINUED…