Dean lifted Reagan into his arms and carried her down the hall to the bathroom
Dean lifted Reagan into his arms and carried her down the hall to the bathroom. She left a trail of kisses along his shoulder as they walked.
They stood wrapped up in a loose embrace while Dean turned the tap and waited for the water to warm up. When he was satisfied with the temperature he stepped over the porcelain side of the tub and pulled Reagan in behind him before sliding the glass doors closed.
Hot water poured over their shoulders where they stood facing each other under the spray. They stared into each other's eyes as Reagan let her fingernails drift slowly down Dean's chest and over his stomach muscles, which flinched in response. Holding her by the shoulders, he turned Reagan so that her back was to the water. Dean reached up and wrapped his hand around her neck and jaw. He gave a gentle push and Reagan's head titled back in response. Her eyes fluttered closed as the warm water gushed over her hair. Dean raised his left hand and smoothed it over her hair, making sure every strand got wet. When she lifted her face again and gazed into Dean's eyes, her hair was slicked back and tiny droplets of water gathered her dark lashes in damp clumps. Her freckles glistened under the moisture. Remembering his earlier longing to kiss each one, he leaned forward and parted his lips on her cheekbone. The edge of his tongue softly touched her skin and pulled the droplet off her freckle.
Dean squeezed a round dallop of shampoo into the palm of his hand from the bottle, which had been sitting in the corner of the tub. Reagan closed her eyes as his hands sank into her hair. Slowly and deliberately, his fingers prodded her scalp, flexing and massaging from the crown of her head down to her neck. Dean stared at her face as he worked his hands through the tangles he had caused earlier. Pleasure shone from her as her lips parted slightly.
Unhurried, he bent her head into the water again and moved his hands through her hair again to rinse all the shampoo out. Lifting a sponge off of a plastic hook, he squirted a bit of body wash on to it. He breathed deeply as the scent of coconut filled the shower. Reagan watched his hands, large and strong, advance to her collarbone. Dean rubbed the sponge along her neckline and shoulders with slow and sensual grace. He ran the soapy material over her breasts, giving them a few extra strokes. Washing up and down each arm carefully, he watched the suds run down her skin and drip off her fingertips.
Nudging her to turn around, Reagan shifted and exposed her back to him; her rear pressed against his loins which was still firm, having never fully tired. Dean held her biceps in his hands and lifted her arms above her head. Without any need for instruction, Reagan held the position as Dean stroked slowly up and down the undersides of her arms. He let the sponge drift slowly down her side and then brought it back up again to wash over her back. Reaching around her, he grazed her stomach with the soft material. He pressed against her back and leaned his lips into her ears. His breath fell hot against her skin as he rubbed beneath her breasts once more.
Reagan whined in protest as she felt the heat from Dean slip away. Soon however she groaned in pleasure as he touched the sponge to her buttocks. Reagan braced her hands against the tiled wall in front of her, the water splashing down over her arms. Dean's hands circled over her pliable cheeks. He watched the white foam dip into the hollows of her skin at her lower back and glide down over the fissure of her posterior. Touching her softly with his bare left hand he gave mild squeezes before trailing the sponge down to the backs of her thighs.
Dean squatted and took his time wiping down the backs of her legs. He massaged the fabric over the outsides of them with painstaking care. Staying down in the same position he gave Reagan the signal to turn. Turning slowly, she stared down at him, breathing raggedly. He knelt in front of her and gazed up into her eyes. The heat of her body, covered in soft blonde curls was directly in front of his face. His breath washed over the sensitive area. Not moving his eyes from hers, his hand lifted and rubbed the sponge against her. Reagan shivered though the water was hot. Dean parted her legs with a small amount of pressure and ran the material between them. He brought it down over her inner thighs. Bathing her knees and calves sweetly first, he then lifted her foot. Reagan placed a palm against the glass door and the other against the white tile to balance herself. He washed her feet one at a time, caressing them with his hands.
Dean enjoyed watching the water rinse away all the soap before he stood. He raised himself slowly, running his fingertips along the sides of her body and grazing just the tips of his nose and lips along the front of her on his way. Heat coursed through him as he passed over the patch of curls and the indentation of her navel. When he was extended to his full height, he took her face in both of his hands and kissed her. His tongue probed her mouth; darting in and back out in seductive touches.
Reagan shuffled her feet to the left and Dean moved with her, allowing her to place him in the path of the water. Stretching onto her tiptoes so that her face was even with his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him while the water rushed over Dean's neck. She felt so soft and smooth under his hands. He felt his groin stirring as they pressed together.
Reaching up, Reagan placed her shampoo filled hands into Dean's hair and mimicked his earlier motions. He watched her face with a soft smile, his hands resting loosely on her waist.
When he had let her rinse his hair, leaning his head back to help her since his height made it more difficult for her; she picked up the sponge he had set to the side. Reagan poured more body wash on it and began her slow strokes over his chest. Glancing up at him from under her lashes, she was a seductress. She had never been shy and made sure he knew it now as her fingers roamed over his skin in silken caresses. Dean's eyes remained locked on her, watching her every move with intensity.
Her touch made him shake when she passed over the responsive skin below his hip bones. She leaned in so he could feel her breath while she rubbed the wet material in slow circles. He sucked in air through his teeth as she wiped the sponge down the length of his shaft and then over his balls. She kept her eyes trained on his while she did so, just as he had done to her. He grit his teeth to make himself hold still. Such sweet torture it was. Dean's heart quickened its pace as she cleaned his legs and feet.
Purposefully taking her time, she worked her way over his back. The feeling of her small hands on his lower back made ripples of yearning spread through him. Reagan lingered over his buttocks. She washed them carefully and he twitched in surprise when he felt her teeth nip lightly on his left cheek. By the time she finished, his cock was standing tall and hard again. His desire for Reagan consumed him. Dean could think of nothing else but her and the way she looked standing naked and wet before him.
Clutching her, he brought her lips to his once more. Dean pressed his thickness against her as he held her tight in the fold of his arms. He could feel the small thatch of curls grazing the skin of his dick. He ran both hands down over her ass and pinched it, lifting her up and against his hard-on. Reagan moaned in his mouth. Dean flicked the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth.
Reagan tossed her head back and sighed as he descended down her body, trailing kisses along the way. Around her neck, over her breasts…licking her navel. He stopped just above her pussy. There, he took the soft skin of her abdomen into his mouth and sucked on it gently. He hovered, turning his head left and right, letting his nose and lips rub her. Reagan's hands traveled to his hair. He glanced up and saw eyelids open and close rapidly. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Dean wrapped his right hand around the underside of her theft light. He lifted it tenderly and set her foot on the edge of the tub. Raising his eyes to her once more he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against her. Reagan's left hand shot out to brace herself against the shower door, her hand leaving a mark against the thick steam. She held his head in her right hand. The water spilled over his shoulders as he kneeled before her. Dean's tongue ran over the outside of her before using his fingers to spread her open. Reagan gasped as his lips found her clit. She panted for breath. He watched her face as he sucked, his movements small and controlled. Dean didn't relent or lose his pace as she tossed her eyes down to him. They were dark with lust and he could feel his cock straining as he gazed at them.
Reagan's hand tightened in his hair, pulling his hair roughly. A slight pain spiraled down through his scalp but it only made him harder. She began to buck her hips and he held his head still so she could ride him. Dean's eyes were narrow slits as he hungrily watched her come, her head tossing from side to side, and her upper body jerking in wracking spasms.
He moved his way slowly up her body, kissing every inch of her. He held her around the waist to support her since her shaking legs were of no use for a few moments. He stroked her back and kissed her shoulder while she caught her breath.
Soon, she was kissing him again, her tongue wrapping around his in gratitude. Reagan stood back and looked at Dean. She held one arm extended out in front of her with her fingertips against his chest. One leg bent and her chin tucked down she gave him a sexy smile. Dean sucked his breath in through his teeth. She looked like a damn model. Reagan let her fingertips drift lower until they reached the hair above his dick. Then, she bent her knees to kneel before him. Dean closed his eyes and silently thanked whoever was responsible for sending Reagan to him. She wanted to give as well as she received and he quivered with want. Looking back down at her, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock.
Bullets of hot desire shot from his stomach in all directions. She stroked her hand up and down the length of him. When she reached the base she squeezed gently, pressing back against his pelvis. He moaned and she looked at him to see if he was enjoying it. Dean gave her a fraction of a nod and she grinned before doing it again. He thought to himself that Reagan must've been created simply to please him. The breath caught in his throat as Reagan's lips lowered to the head of his dick. She swirled her tongue over it and then lowered her mouth down to taste most of his length. Dean's head dropped back onto his shoulders as his hands crawled into her hair. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft maintaining the tightness and pressure she'd discovered earlier, while her mouth pumped up and down.
Dean began to shake and he felt an urgency start to build from his groin into the pit of his stomach. He gathered her hair into one of his hands and held it in a mock ponytail. Letting his other hand drop to his side, he began to propel his hips forward. Reagan backed up just a little to allow him free reign. He tugged on her hair roughly. She loved it and moaned around his cock, sending a vibration through him. She shifted her head so that he wasn't hitting the direct back of her throat but towards the side. A craving shot through him at the feeling of her warm wetness and he began to pump harder into her mouth, knowing he wouldn't hurt her now.
Dean was looking down into her eyes as he violently thrust into her face. His abs crunched with his rhythm, water trickling down them as it poured over his shoulders. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he held them half-open and his mouth hung open as he wheezed for breath. He let out a guttural cry as he climaxed. Tiny light explosions danced behind his eyelids and he felt his toes curl as he held Reagan's hair tight in his hand.
As he drifted back to earth, his body relaxed and he released his grip on her. He felt soft fluttery kisses easing up his torso. When she stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. They simply held each other like that for several minutes; content in their aftermath.
Author's Notes: a. I thought this would be a nice play against chapter 1 where Dean masturbates in the shower while thinking of Reagan. Now, he masturbates in the shower, still thinking of her but also with her help. ;) b. No dialogue! It was an interesting experience to write it. Thank goodness for thesauruses. c. I know this chapter has a slightly different tone, but I wanted to, to emphasis the level of attraction between Dean and Reagan. I hope it worked. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!