Chapter 4 Seduction

"It's your move Dean," Carrie Beth said staring at the chess board.

"Chess is a stupid game," Dean said leaning back in his chair.

"Does that mean you admit defeat?"

"Let's play something that real adults play like poker or go-fish or something."

Carrie Beth laughed as she started putting the chess board and its marble pieces back into the ornately carved wooden box. "Go-fish? Really? I haven't played that since I was like ten or something."

"We can make it strip go-fish and make it entertaining," he said wiggling his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner.

"Or we could play rock, paper, scissors, and you can pretend to lose again," she said with a smirk and a glance in his direction.

"Huh," he responded returning her smirk, "you uh, you caught that did you."

She giggled. "If you wanted to stay with me why did you argue with Sam?"

Dean pushed back from the table and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I wasn't sure if you would be ok staying here alone… with me."

"Why? Do you have a slow seduction planned for me Mr. Winchester?"

He grinned at her. "Maybe."

She placed the ornate box back on the shelf it came from and pulled her hair down, shaking it out from the ponytail she had placed it in earlier. "Slow… steady… seduction," she said walking steadily towards him. "We'll make out a little bit first and you'll make sure to arouse me to the highest peak possible before suggesting we adjourn to… probably my room because you seem like an incredibly private guy. Then you'll strip my clothes away until I am bare before you. You'll join me on the bed and our bodies will meld together until we both end in one great release. Of course it will be a couple days before Sam gets back so will we stay naked the whole time or what?"

She closed the distance between them and slid a finger along his suddenly slack jawline. "Close your mouth Dean, you'll let the bugs in…"

"I know you think you are teasing me woman, but your description sounds like an excellent plan for the next two days of our lives," he slid a finger along her jawline. "Now who's risking letting the bugs in."

He used her open mouth to his advantage and kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and tasting her. She responded to him immediately by wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her body against his. He growled against her mouth and bucked his hips against her allowing her to feel the hardened length encased in his pants. He ran his hands over her backside and pulled her tight against him before pulling away from her lips and attacking her jaw and neck.

He kissed and licked a path along her neck and behind her ear taking a moment to nibble on the sensitive piece of flesh. She groaned as he nibbled and gripped his hair in her hands. "Dean," she gasped and he felt his dick twitch at the sound of his name on her lips.

He broke contact with her for a moment and pulled her behind him as he settled down in one of the oversized leather arm chairs. He settled her comfortably in his lap and resumed kissing her. She was in a daze. He smelled like leather and spearmint and it was intoxicating. The warmth of his hand on the small of her back briefly brought her back to reality and she paused for a moment trying to decide how to proceed.

"What's wrong?" he asked meeting her suddenly intense gaze.

"I don't want you to stop."

"Hell Carrie Beth I don't want to stop."

"No, Dean that's not… I… I need to tell you something."

"Shoot," he said.

She took in a deep breath and decided just to say it quickly. "I'm a virgin."

He stared at her blankly for a moment before he burst out laughing. "What are we role playing? I know you want me to go slow and I will, you don't have to…."

He noticed she was not laughing but was instead looking at him with watery eyes. "Oh… my… God… You… You're serious. Carrie Beth? Really?"

She tried to push up off of his lap but he held her in place. "I shouldn't have told you," she said her voice cracking. "Now you don't…" She couldn't speak anymore.

She felt his hands turn her face to his and he waited patiently for her to open her eyes. "By telling me Carrie Beth I can make this an amazing first experience. I can make sure you are ready and limit the pain."

He kissed her gently before he continued. "I just want to know why me? Why now? You've waited for years and you just want to throw this away on me?"

"I don't think I'm throwing away anything Dean. I want it to be you. I think I've been waiting for you all this time and didn't know it until now."

The pure lust that entered his eyes was amazing and she felt herself moisten at the image. He pulled her face back to him and began kissing her slowly. His assault was intense but slow and steady. He ran his fingers along the small of her back and rubbed crazy patterns along her skin. She was much less steady in her response to him. She ran her fingers along his jaw line and through his hair. She moaned as he licked and nibbled on her lips and when his hand slipped further under her shirt and cupped her breast it was almost her undoing.

They made their way to the bedroom, Dean's bedroom because he was leading the way and it was his natural route to travel. Once inside he kicked the door closed without ever breaking contact with her mouth. He toed off his shoes and they broke contact long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head. When they resumed kissing she pushed at his flannel shirt and he helped by shaking it off of his arms.

She broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. Once he was shirtless he broke the clasp of her bra and she gasped at the heat shared between them as their skin touched. His hands slowed as he stroked her shoulders and down her arms. "You've got chill bumps," he whispered huskily against her mouth.

"Uh huh," was her eloquent reply.

He walked her backwards until she felt her legs hit the edge of the bed. She broke their kiss and met his gaze for a moment before sitting down and unbuckling his belt. He hissed as she made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans and slipped her hands beneath the faded cotton of his favorite blue boxers. She gripped his length and he gritted his teeth concentrating to keep from coming in her hand. Her innocent stroking of his member was almost more than he could take.

After a moment she slipped her hand out of his boxers and gripped the waist of his jeans before she pulled downward. His appendage popped out of his boxers and stood at attention in front of her face. She was fascinated by the small bead of liquid that had formed at the tip and was overcome with the urge to lick it away. Dean cried out when her tongue made contact with the tip of his erection. "Damnit Carrie Beth!"

She looked at him and smirked. "Problem Dean?"

She watched the muscle in his jaw clench and relax. "You don't know what you are doing to me woman and I don't want this to end before it has even gotten good and started."

She eyed him cautiously. "So… if I were to, say, suck on the tip of this…" she demonstrated her intent by wrapping her mouth around the tip of his arousal and sucking gently. "Would that be a problem?"

His eyes were a dark green now and he roughly pulled her up from her seated position and sunk his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his hardness pushing against her abdomen and she moaned into his mouth and the feel of the smooth skin rubbing against her. He pushed her back onto the bed and kicked out of his jeans and boxers before covering her with his body. The weight of him was luxurious and she slid her hands along his back and rear lightly.

"Now who has chill bumps?" she whispered against his warm mouth.

He grunted before pushing back to his knees. He grabbed one foot and slipped the cheap shoe off while sliding the palm of his hand down her leg to her inner thigh. His mouth followed this hand and when he bit the inside of her thigh she cried out in pleasure. He grinned at her before moving to the other foot and dispensing with that shoe. He tossed it over his shoulder and smirked at her before kissing his way down that leg as well. He hooked his fingers into the waist of her shorts and pulled them and her panties down with one quick swish. She couldn't meet his eyes as he stared at her core. She was suddenly shy and fought the urge to cover herself.

"Say something," she said hoarsely without meeting his gaze.

He chuckled. "Do you know that I think white cotton panties are the sexiest thing a woman can wear?"

She stared at him with a perplexed look on her face and he grinned as he cupped her center with his hand. The sudden touch caused a dampness to occur between her legs and she was hyper aware of a need for more. "Dean," she moaned.

"Soon baby."

He leaned over her and flicked his tongue over one of her now hardened nipples and she arched her back off of the bed. "Shit!" she cried out and he laughed out loud.

"Such a responsive little woman," he said dipping his mouth to her chest again. This time he took her nipple into his mouth and suckled and she gasped in delight.

He moved from one breast to the other licking and sucking and planting hot kisses along her ribs and then up her throat. She moaned and moved her hips beneath him unsure of what she needed but knowing that she wanted him to be a part of her and soon. She didn't realize he had moved a hand between them until she felt his fingers separate her pink folds. She inhaled sharply at the contact and let out a whimper as he slipped a finger inside of her.

She made little mewling sounds as he moved the finger in and out of her warmth and cried out when he joined the first finger with a second. She felt an incredible warmth spread through her lower abdomen and the intensity of the heat increased with his ministrations. She suddenly felt out of control. She began clawing at his shoulders and bucking her hips to meet the pressure of his hand. "Don't fight it Carrie Beth," he whispered against her ear. "Come for me baby."

That statement and the shiver his whispered words sent through her became her undoing and she orgasmed around his fingers. He continued probing until the spasms stopped and he felt her slacken beneath his hand. He glanced up at her to see that her eyes were closed and she was breathing rapidly. He kissed her and she immediately opened her mouth to him. Their kiss was slow and passionate and he broke away from her to kiss a line down her jaw and throat again before he gazed up at her. "Are you ready?" he asked softly.

"I want you Dean."

She felt his member twitch against her leg at her statement. He growled and reached over to the bedside table where he opened a drawer and removed a square silver package. He applied the contents of the package and kneeled between her legs. "It's going to be painful," he said. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer about anything in my life Dean."

He leaned down over her lining himself up with her entrance. He captured her mouth and thrust forward at the same time swallowing her cry of pain. When he was completely sheathed inside of her he stilled against her and continued kissing her slowly. It was several moments before he stopped kissing her and stared down at her. She opened her eyes and suddenly felt self-conscious. "Is… is everything ok?"

He nodded at her with a big smile that displayed his adorable dimples. "Then… then why… aren't you moving?"

"I'm giving you time to adjust to me."

"Oh," she said, "so I'm ok right. You aren't disappointed?"

He laughed at her and she frowned. "Carrie Beth, baby, if I were to start moving right now I would be ashamed at how quickly I finished. You are tight and warm and… amazing. I don't want to end this swiftly because you won't be able to participate for a couple of days while the soreness fades."

She grinned at him and drew her knees up beside his hips groaning with the movement. He lowered his head with a growl and she felt his butt clench next to her knees. "No offense Dean, but I really want you to move."

"Yes ma'am," he said pulling back and thrusting forward with a quickness.

She began making those mewling sounds again and met him thrust for thrust. She felt the heat building again and when he felt her tighten around him he increased his speed until he finished as well. He collapsed on top of her for a moment before pulling out and shifting his weight to her side. He kissed her quickly before getting up from the bed.

She watched him leave the room and felt ill at ease. Was that it? She started to sit up but as quickly as he had left he was back with a couple of wash rags. She noticed his member was now bare of the contents of the package and she chastised herself for thinking he was just walking out after making love to her. He joined her on the bed and kissed her again before gently pressing the warm wash rag to her core. He pulled the ugly brown cover out from under them and covered them both before snuggling into her side. She remembered kissing the top of his head before she promptly fell asleep.