I know I know 2 chapters in one night! What is the world coming too! You've been such good reader's, reviewers and supporters! I really hope you're all enjoying this because believe me when I say – IT AINT OVER YET!
~Maxine
Chapter 30 – Celebration: US Champ Style
Zaria had stepped away from Dean for a few minutes after they'd returned to the hotel to answer a quick phone call and in the process lost him completely. She walked through the hotel suite barefoot, and couldn't find him anywhere, and she saw the smoke float past the sliding glass doors to the balcony outside. Zaria walked out the door, and up to Dean; he'd taken his t-shirt off and was shirtless. She stood looked at him, he had been leaning against the wall of the hotel, but when she stopped in front of him, he stood up straight. She took his cigarette and threw it down as she shoved him into the side of the building and captured his lips with hers.
The clouds above opened up and began to pour down on them. Dean blinked, honestly not expecting what just happened, growling softly against her lips as his arms instantly wrapped around her waist. The rain was pouring harder now as they both became soaked, Dean lifted her up as her legs instantly wrapped around his waist, pressing her back against the building. His lips instantly left hers, wanting to taste her skin as the rain drops began falling on them, groaning at the taste of her skin mixing with the rain. What the hell was he thinking? He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wasn't even thinking about that; he wasn't thinking about anything except this beautiful woman in his arms as he captured her lips again, not wanting to be anywhere else, refusing to go back inside. He wanted her out here in the rain, he wanted her body slick and wet. This was definitely a first for them.
Zaria felt his hands, under ass holding her up, and when his lips touched her neck she couldn't help but moan, as her fingers slide through his hair. She pulled back to look into his blue cloudy eyes and her lips were trembling. She wasn't sure if it was from the cold rain or the contact between them. Before she even thought of backing out her lips crashed down on his again. She absolutely loved the feel of him between her thighs. As her finger nails slowly raked down is muscled arms, his tongue intertwined with hers and she moaned into his mouth. The feeling of absolute ecstasy was insane.
Dean growled from low in his throat, her nails sending shivers down his spine, telling him she wanted him as much as he wanted her; not that THAT was ever an issue. That just sent his heart racing and he could already feel hers, reaching down to run his fingers up her jean covered sex. The jeans had to go as he set her down on her feet, kissing her passionately and unsnapped them, sliding them down her toned tanned legs, tossing them over his shoulder as soon as she stepped out of them. Dean couldn't resist doing this as he was on his knees before her, looking up at her through smoldering blue eyes. Smirking wickedly, Dean hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly slipping them down her legs and gripped her right calf, draping it over his broad shoulder. He was tall enough to where he didn't have to really lean up much, beginning to assault her inner thighs and blew hot air against her swollen clit, smirking as the rain coated both of them.
It was the one time in Zaria's life she was happy they were 10 floors above the rest of the world; though not really caring she was completely naked from the waist down, she wasn't honestly trying to give the people a show. Though she knew with the rain not many would be outside like them right now. When he blew hot air against her clit she pretty much came unglued as his hair was just long enough she ran her fingers his soaking blonde curls and gripped it. She could only imagine him wrapping her legs around his neck and wearing her like a damn feedbag. But she honestly could give a shit less. If he kept that up she was going to melt into a puddle in front of him. She looked down and watched him with intent.
His tongue ran up her lips before slowly parting them with his heated tongue, becoming instantly lost in the sweet honey that filled his mouth. She tasted sweeter than honey and sugar combined, sweeter than anything he'd ever had in his life; she was sweeter every time his tongue tasted her. Dean gripped her waist, keeping her completely locked there, growling as her fingers continued gripping his hair. That told him she thoroughly enjoyed what he was doing to her. Grunting from his throat, Dean decided to finally take pity on her soft mewls and whimpers beginning to drive his tongue in and out of her soaking wet sex, devouring her completely.
Zaria was literally biting her bottom lip to keep from practically screaming for him to fuck her. She was giving him all of her. She just wished she could remember to breathe. He was killing her and she was nearly ready to go to her knees. Feeling his tongue completely buried in her was making her head spin and she couldn't have stopped the moan even if she was a mute, "Dean..." It was the first time she'd said his name out loud tonight; she had a feeling she'd be moaning his name a lot more tonight. As she gripped his hair again as her head fell back in complete ecstasy.
Hearing his name spill from her sweet lips was enough for Dean to quit the torment, slowly slipping his tongue out of her. His blue eyes gleamed wickedly as he stood back up, yanking her against his strong body, and pressed her to the building. Within moments, his clothes were gone along with the rest of her own, both of them standing there stark naked and soaking wet. He didn't care and captured her lips with his own, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, aching and craving to feel how tight she was. He already knew it based on how tight she was; it was the same velvet tightness he felt wrapped around him every time they were together. Lifting her up, Dean smirked as her legs wrapped around his waist and instantly filled her, both of them groaning at the contact. He was huge and stretched her to her absolute limits, Dean had to stop pushing inside of her due to how tight she was, cursing in her neck before flicking his tongue out against her ear, hearing her breathing turn from ragged to erratic in a matter of seconds. Sliding his hand up her right arm and lacing their fingers together, his other hand ran up and down her left side, lips assaulting the spot just behind her ear that apparently made her melt. "Tell me what you want, Zaria." He rumbled huskily, pushing a little further inside of her, causing her to practically cry out. "No no, you gotta tell me baby, tell me what you want from me…"
Zaria knew they'd always had sex. It was always sex – she needed something different tonight. Dean had seemed to spark something inside of her every time they came together and knew tonight would be no different unless she asked for something different. When Dean pushed his erection into her, it was exhilarating. He filled her nearly to capacity and then some; she knew he hadn't pushed all the way in yet, because she was extremely tight. She could feel her chest rising up and down. She stared into his darkened blue eyes when he told her to tell him what she wanted from him. She didn't trust her voice, so in something above a whisper, "Make love to me." She could feel her lips trembling again; she couldn't get them to stop.
"You want me to make love to you sweetness?" He whispered in her ear, he watched as she nodded. He wanted to give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams, beyond anything her pathetic ex's could ever give her. The rain began pouring harder as Dean pulled her away from the building, carrying her inside the suite. She weighed lighter than a feather so he never slipped out of her, kissing her as they ventured navigated around the living room. Their wet slick bodies somehow found Dean's room as Dean kicked the door closed gently, Zaria's back meeting soft bedding moments later. She wanted him to make love to her, outside was no place for that.
Zaria stopped Dean from moving forward. "No – I want…"
Dean smiled softly as he cupped her cheek. "What do you want babe? Tell me whatever it is I'll do it."
Zaria blushed slightly. "I know this is going to be an odd request, but…Put your belt on."
Dean's eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline. "My belt? My championship belt?" He watched as she blushed more as she nodded. Dean smirked as he leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "Don't be embarrassed. I'll do anything for you." Dean extracted himself from her body as he walked over and pulled his championship belt from it's carrying case and strapped it around his waist, but kept it high enough so it wouldn't be in his way.
Dean walked back over as he pushed himself inside of her again stopping half way into her; he laced their fingers together in the darkness. His lips met hers in another searing kiss before snapping his hips forward, muffling her scream as he completely filled her, groaning in her mouth, not remembering the last time he had a woman this tight since she'd come into his life.
Zaria almost had a full orgasm when he snapped his hips forward and sheathed himself completely inside of her. Grateful he sat still long enough for her to get acclimated to his size like always. She savored the feeling of him completely filling her up as he slowly started to rock in and out of her, as her nails dug into his biceps. Her long legs came up and wrapped around him, as she pulled him down closer to her and her lips trailed soft kisses down his neck and along his collar bone. As she moaned his name into his ear.
"How long has it been since the last time I made you cum for me?" Dean grunted in her ear, trying to do everything in his power to maintain control, thrusting in a slow methodic pace. When she whimpered out a few hours, Dean shook his head, his mouth right by her ear. "That's far too long for a beautiful woman like you not be cumming hard." He growled and lifted her up, her arms tossing around his neck and burying in his hair. Dean snapped his hips repeatedly, driving himself deeper inside of her wet folds, if that was possible. Their lips met to try to muffle most of the love making, not wanting to wake Roman, Seth or Amaya from their slumber.
Dean honestly didn't care though and pulled out of her, turning her on her side, draping his thigh over hers as he slid right back inside her quivering pussy, his mouth sealing to her neck, both of them moving in time as the rain tapped harder on the window. Moon light filtered through the water reflections from the drops were the only light in the room, which made this moment all the more memorable.
Zaria absolutely loved the feelings of him sliding in and out of her and lust was slowly starting to take over her body. Zaria captured Dean's lips and they would both feel the want and need and the desire to be with each other. Zaria could feel her whole body surrendering to him and couldn't help but moan, "Fuck me..." Zaria moved from underneath Dean and got on her hands and knees as she quirked a finger at him.
Snarling, Dean's blue eyes flashed as her beautiful pert ass was in his vision, licking his lips hungrily. Playtime was over; Dean gripped her hips and immediately slammed inside of her, not caring if she screamed so loud the whole world heard her. He didn't care about anything except driving in and out of this beautifully perfect woman, his tongue sliding down her spine while thrusting like a man possessed. He craved to have her cum all over him, growling from low in his throat, and slid his large hands up to grip her shoulders as he did exactly what she wanted. When she began slamming back against his pelvis, Dean increased the pace as the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the walls, the hot coil inside both their bodies threatening to spring free.
Zaria grabbed the comforter in both fists and couldn't stop herself from slamming back against him as he was driving his cock in and out of her, she felt him leaned over, pulling her back tight against his chest his championship belt pressed against her lower back; he as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other one started at her breasts and slid down her stomach to the junction of her thighs as she felt him push them further apart and he started rubbing her clit. Her breathing was extremely erratic, and when his hot breath hit her ear, she begged him, "God...Fuck me until I cum hard for you."
"With pleasure." He growled, not stopping the hardcore thrusting as his eyes squeezed tightly shut, already feeling her teetering on that edge. Just a little more…Dean could feel it, smell it and taste it he was so close to making her cum for him, feeling his own thighs tensing. "You like me fuckin that sweet pussy of yours baby, huh? Come on Zaria, cum all over me, cum harder than you ever have in your life…" His voice was low and husky with a rough edge to it, feeling her trembling against him and knew he was getting to her. "Fuck your pussy feels so damn good…I'm close baby, but I'm not cummin' without you…"
His voice was low and rough in her ear. Her whole body was trembling and she knew what was getting ready to happen. The dirty words he was growling in her ear vibrating through her entire body. He reached down and thumbed her clit a few times and suddenly she just couldn't stop it as she started moaning his name and could feel the cum rushing out of her as her orgasm completely swept her over the edge of the cliff. She's stilled all her movement and continued to let him ride out her orgasm. Her toes even curled around his legs.
"DEAN!" Zaria cried out at the top of her lungs practically.
Dean felt her completely shatter against him, falling apart in pieces, and finally couldn't take it anymore. Riding out her first release was bittersweet torture, but the second was too much for him to take. With a few more thrusts, Dean sank himself as deep inside of her as he possibly could and exploded; both of their bodies shuddering from the intensity, bellowing and screaming each other's names. He felt Zaria sag, her head dropping as they both breathed incredibly heavy, trying to come down from the intense sexual high they both just had. Zaria collapsed on the bed face first; her arms and legs sprawled out with Dean halfway on top of her, not wanting to crush her with his weight. He stared up at the ceiling, blinking, not remembering the last time he felt this exhilarated after having sex.
Once Dean had his wits back he looked over and couldn't help laughing. Across the top of her ass it said: ESORBMA NAED. Apparently his body weight pressed the name plate from his belt against her rear and. "I've officially branded you – only backwards."
Zaria's head snapped up. "What?"
Dean smirked. "The name plate from the belt branded you."
Zaria jumped out of bed as she stood in front of the mirror behind the door and looked over her shoulder and couldn't help giggling as she saw 'DEAN AMBROSE' across the top of her ass. Zaria shrugged. "It's your you might as well have your branding all over it."
Dean smirked as he walked over and lifted her odd the ground before he tossed her back onto the bed and pounced on her. "Not a problem baby. I got a few more places I'd like my branding to go."
Zaria squealed out as they started round two. It was going to be a long night.
One she was definitely going to enjoy.