Thanks to everyone who read and commented – special thanks to BrookeyBabe, Your comments have been inspiring. Warning VERY explicit material follows.

Please review this chapter since its the first scene of this nature I've ever written.

Pacing the cheap motel room, Emma couldn't sit still. Dean watched her as she walked back and forward, wearing a path in the carpet. For some reason he felt as nervous as Emma looked. Not that there was any reason to – she had made it quite clear that she wasn't going to have sex with anyone. But there was one thing Dean was worried about that Sam had pointed out before he left the diner that morning. Emma had acted out of behaviour at the bar, so what was to stop her doing it again. And Dean had the great job of babysitting her...to make sure she didn't do anything she'd regret.

"So, what exactly is Sam gonna do?", Emma asked, turning to face Dean.

"Well he's gonna try and find some way of getting the big, bad beasty. There might be a few summoning spells we can look into", he told her. Dean looked straight into Emma's eyes and she felt the familiar blush creeping over her face. She quickly turned away as she felt another familiar feeling creeping upon her. Although this one wasn't as visible.

"I'm gonna take a shower", she suddenly said, already half way to the bathroom. She clicked on the light and walked over to the bath and switched the shower on. Reaching for the temperature dial, she turned it right down. Slipping of her clothes, she stepped under the water, tensing slightly at the coldness. The feel of the cold water against her body was delicious. She ran her fingers through her hair and reached for a cloth. Emma started to rub her body down, almost purring at the touch. She mentally shook herself. 'Come on, Emma, focus', she told herself. She stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Stepping out of the bathroom, she started to towel dry her hair. Looking across the room, she stopped dead in her tracks. Dean was pulling his top off, and his bronze muscles were flexing beneath the dim light bulb. A sharp intake of breath made Dean turn round. For once it was his turn to blush. He couldn't help it though. The intensity of Emma's stare would be enough to make anyone feel embarrassed.

Biting her lip, Emma slowly looked Dean up and down. Her senses exploded at the sight before her. Dean's shirt was lying in a heap on the bed. His white boxer shorts were just visible across the top of his jeans, and clung to his ripped stomach like a second skin. And the look on his face was enough to almost make her orgasm there and then. It was a look between pure lust and surprise. There was also something else in that look. A sort of innocence – like a child on Christmas getting everything they wanted.

Emma walked across the room, shortening the distance between them with every step. Coming round the side of the bed she reached out to touch Dean. His skin was warm and soft like silk. Reaching up, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. The touch of his lips pressing over Emma's was enough to make her moan in pleasure. Dean responded to this by pulling her tightly against his body. Feeling Dean's mouth part, she opened hers up to allow his tongue entry into her mouth. The soft wet mass slid up against her own, and began to trace every inch of her mouth.

Emma slowly ran her palms down Dean's back, until they reached the base. She slowly started to press her fingertips into her back, making sure she didn't use her nails, just yet. Dean broke the kiss and pulled back from her. He forced Emma down onto the bed and lay over her, grabbing her wrists above her head to stop her from moving. Starting just below her ear, Dean made a trail of kisses all the way down her neck across her chest. Letting go of her wrists, he undid the towel and pealed it off her skin, leaving it lying beneath her. Both of them were barely breathing, unwilling to do anything that might cause this to stop.

Dean leaned his head down over her nipple and slowly began to suck as Emma wriggled underneath him, in pleasure. Pulling his head back up he looked her long and hard in the eyes, and started to blow gently over the wet, erect bud, never breaking his gaze. Emma screamed out in delight, bucking her hips up to meet Deans. He moved one of his hands slowly down her body, and pushed her back onto the bed.

Forcing open her legs, his hand ran up the inner of her thigh. Reaching her wet pussy, he grazed his fingers lightly over the hole. Continuing to run the up over her lips, her reached the small, hard clit. Emma felt like an electric shock had run through her body, as Dean slowly began to rub the mound. Ecstasy flowed through her as she screamed out Deans name.

Pulling back off her, Dean began to unbutton his jeans. Almost in slow motion, he pulled down the zippier and slipped off his pants. Regaining her breath, Emma crawled forward, down towards Dean. Kissing slowly down his torso, she reached the white boxers. Running her tongue down the hard lump through the material, she felt Dean shiver. With her teeth, Emma pulled the white boxers down just over the head of his rock hard cock, pinning it to his stomach. Drops of pre-come had already started to form, so Emma licked the salty liquid up, delighting at the musk taste. Deans whole body tensed at her touch. He wanted her and now, else he would explode everywhere. Slipping of his boxers, he lay down on top of Emma. He could feel her heart racing in her chest. Propping her legs up, he entered her.

Emma screamed out at feeling Dean thrust himself into her. The hard cock seemed to push right up into her tightness, pushing out every inch of the hole. Emma reached up and dug her nails into Deans back as his cock filled her up. Thrusting up against her, the heat of their two bodies combined. Grunting, Dean pushed himself faster and deeper into Emma, wanting to take every bit of her.

Feeling his balls seize up, Dean shot his load off into Emma, shouting out her name. At the same time, wave after wave of pleasure washed over Emma as she climaxed with Dean still deep inside her. The two bodies trembled together, as they clung onto each other for support. laying still for a few minutes, Emma rested her head onto Deans chest as they both regained their strength.

After a few moments Dean slowly pulled out and he lay back onto the bed, exausted – and stared straight into the eyes of one pissed off looking demon...

Please Review as this was my first time writing a sex scene!!