Chapter 12 – Hair Wash & Then Some

Around 1 AM, Dean woke up to Zaria shaking him gently.

"Dean – C'mon Dean – get up." Zaria huffed. "Dean, you can't sleep on this couch it will be bad on your back." Zaria rumbled softly, seriously not trying to wake him up too harshly.

Dean's blue/grey eyes fluttered open as they locked onto Zaria. "Oh God Z; what time is it?" He asked in a raspy voice. He'd taken to calling her Z for some reason, but she wasn't complaining and until she did he would continue to call her that.

"Around 1 am, c'mon get up and go to your own room. This couch is going to kill your back." Zaria admonished.

Dean nodded okay. "Can you do me a favor though? I'm not fully awake to shower; can you please come in my room and just wash the soda out of my hair?" He asked softly.

Zaria giggled. "Yea sure." She watched as he sat up and giggled even more when she sat how jacked up his curls were; sticking up everywhere and some were even plastered to his forehead and cheeks. She followed him into his room and watched as he pulled his t-shirt over his head; dropping it with the rest of his dirty clothes.

Zaria stood next to Dean as he leaned over his bathroom sink with his forearms on the ledge. She rinsed his hair out and then used some of his suave shampoo and got all of it out of his hair. Once she was done she wrapped a towel around his head and was rubbing it back and forth to get most of the water out of it. She loved his dishwater blonde curls. She rubbed the towel some more, before she tossed it into the tub and grabbed his comb and carefully started combed the knots out. She noticed he bent his knees slightly and leaned over a bit. Once she was finished she handed over his comb and went to walk around Dean and they both turned into each other. Suddenly they were both stopped in their tracks, Zaria was staring up into Dean's cloudy blue/grey eyes and his eyes were locked onto her emerald green eyes.

Before she could even say anything to him, his lips captured hers in a furious kiss. It didn't feel forced, to her it felt toe curling and passionate. She'd been kissed before but it was never to this magnitude. She felt his heart speed up against the palm of her hand and then her heart start speeding up as it caught up and matched his. She felt his tongue gently swipe her bottom lip. Her lips parted and she felt his tongue slide into her mouth. They both groaned at the contact when their tongues first touched together.

Dean's strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her with ease as he sat her on the sink counter. Standing between her thighs he continued to kiss her with a fevered pitch. His big hands were so tender in the way he was touching her almost as if he were scared to hurt her.

Dean felt Zaria wrap her long legs around his waist pulling him closer to her body. His fingers played with the hem of her t-shirt before his soft fingertip slid up under the cotton material as her shirt rod up as Dean gently pulled it from her body, his lips going back to hers automatically. Dean leaned down and carefully lifted Zaria from the sink counter to his bedroom.

Zaria's world tilted as her back came in contact with the soft comforter and Dean's weight was accepted onto her body. Their lips never stopped moving. As soon as her mouth opened against his lips, his tongue slipped in and caressed her tongue. He smirked when he felt her hands slide around his neck and up into his hair. He definitely enjoyed her fingers weaving themselves through his hair. His warm hands slid down her body as his fingertips lightly inspected her body. Her skin was cool to the touch, but his was toasty warm. He had been referred to as a furnace by a few ex's.

Dean reluctantly pulled his lips from hers as her eyes remained closed and Dean leaned his forehead against her own. His warm breath washed over her face as he fought to control himself. "Fuck you're killing me Z." Dean relaxed into her body more, being careful not to crush her, her fingertips danced along his overly heated skin as they slid down his shoulders and sides, one of her hands slid beneath offending jean material, she wasn't shocked that all he had on was those jeans.

Dean nearly lost it when her small hand gently groped his right butt cheek under his jeans and not over them. Zaria couldn't help but giggle because she felt him shiver against her. Apparently she had surprised him. Zaria soft voice whispered in his ear, "Lift up a little." Dean carefully pushed up with his elbows and held himself up with his right hand pushed into the mattress.

Zaria's small hands explored the expanse of his bare chest and slightly ran slower over his clenched ab muscles. He felt her hands at the waistline of his jeans. She tugged at the material until the button came undone and slowly slid the zipper down with her thumb and index finger.

Dean felt his mouth go dry and he nearly held his breath as he felt her take his erection into her small hand. His breath hitched in his throat as he groaned at the contact. His breathing was labored as he felt her small hand stroke him gently. Zaria kissed along his strong jaw line as he lowered his head so she could reach him. Dean couldn't even make a sound as she stroked him again.

"Don't you think we have a bit too many clothes on?" He nodded as he pulled back sitting on his haunches and her hand slipped out of his jeans; he un-hooked her bra from the back. His hands were softly caressing her in places she couldn't imagine that could be caressed; just the feeling of his hands on her was comforting. Dean gently pulled her jeans low and kissed down her lower abdomen, he slid his tongue over and kissed her left hip and the slide his tongue over and kissed and caressed her right hip.

Dean rolled her over onto her stomach and was kissing the small of her back; he was running kisses up and down her vertebrae. He came up to her shoulder and was kissing her shoulders, shoulder blades and the back of her neck. He had his arm around across the top of her chest from shoulder to shoulder. Zaria was kissing along his forearm and just could feel the heat radiating off his arm and the rest of his body. Dean's hand that had slowly ran down her back and sides where her ribs were; his hand had lightly brushed against her breasts.

Dean turned her back over onto her back, and Zaria reached up and pulled him down. Dean started kissing her lips again, while caressing her breasts and stomach. Zaria was running her hands down his chest and gently pushed him over onto his back and slowly kissed down his throat to his chest. She gave his nipples a little tease when she slowly licked around them and then blew hot air onto them; they perked up and Dean groaned from the back of his throat. Zaria placed feather light kisses down his sternum and traced his abs with her tongue and lips.

Dean's erection was strained against the material of his jeans and he pulled his jeans off and then laid her flat on her back and slowly pulled her panties down her long legs and threw them in the collecting pile of clothes on the floor. Dean slowly crawled up her body and softly spread her legs with his hands.

Dean looked into her eyes as if asking permission to go further; Zaria just nodded her approval as Dean slowly started sliding his erection all the way into her receptive body. Zaria couldn't help but let out a ferrous moan; they both realized this is exactly where they needed to be at that second. Once Dean was fully sheathed in her, he kept still letting every part of her body adjust to him; he was not a small man by any means.

Dean started slowly moving in and out of her and Zaria was holding on. She was kissing Dean's neck and ear and finally started begging him to go faster; it was his undoing as he started slamming into her as hard and as fast as he could. He pulled her knees up and gripped the back of her thighs and pushed them apart further to stroke deeper into her willing body. Zaria was almost on the brink of insanity. All Zaria could do was moan because he started thrusting as hard and as deep into her as he could; her whole body was about to explode. Zaria clamped her eyes shut tight and Dean leaned down, "Cum with me..."

Zaria opened her eyes; they kept their eyes locked on each other and finally Zaria started falling over the edge. Her orgasm raked through her body and as soon as Dean felt her walls clamping down, milking him as she cam; Dean growled out his release. Dean thrust one last time, and cam loudly. Zaria felt him slam so deep inside of her; feeling him explode so deep into her it only made her cum again. Dean rode her hard through both of her orgasms.

Dean collapsed on the bed next to her, not wanting to crush her; they just laid there staring at each other in silence. Dean didn't leave her body, she kissed his lips and he instantly felt himself growing hard again while he was still buried balls deep inside of her. Dean rolled onto his back pulling Zaria on top of him as he gently guided her hips up and down his already recovered erection.

Dean watched the emotions as they crossed Zaria's face, but she never protested as she laced her fingers with his and continued the sexual escapade the two of them seemed to be riding that night.