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Chapter 5:

It was an impulse decision to press her lips against his, but the passion that ignited at the intimate contact was intense and Dean had her on her back hovering over her in no time, lips still connected, tongues dueling for dominance.

Brenna's hand ran through Dean's hair earning her a groan in the process. She felt his fingertips lingering just under the hem of her tank top before lightly brushing up her sides towards her breasts. Brenna's skin ached for more. She could barely control the need to completely be consumed by him—to just melt into Dean. In an effort to satiate her need, Bren pressed her body upwards, molding her body into his. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest as she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, grinding against his hips with hers.

Dean felt over-stimulated. He wasn't sure how this woman had begun to make him feel things he hadn't ever. It was all consuming, and he had to push it from his mind to keep from freaking out and leaving her a writhing mess on the bed. Dean decided dominance would be his default to keep from thinking too much. He leaned up and roughly pulled her tank top free from her body, exposing her upper body completely. He took a moment to admire her before attaching his lips to her right nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. The moan that escaped her lips as she arched into him sent a fresh wave of need straight to his cock.

Brenna began to feel overly-exposed as Dean was still fully dressed. To remedy that, she flipped their positions and began to undress him until he was left only in his boxer briefs. Sitting on his hips, Bren took a moment to let her eyes roam his body. He was hot; she couldn't deny that, especially at that moment. Unable to control herself, Brenna tossed her head back in ecstasy as she ground her hips against Dean's. Dean's hands went right to her hips to hold her tighter against him, before he rolled them and tugged off her pants. "Going commando? You seemed like such a good girl?" He smirked.

"Shut up and fuck me," she rasped out.

Dean tutted at her, "We're just getting started, dollface. I'm gonna make you beg for it."

Brenna was surprised at how much confidence he held behind those words and truth be told, at that moment, she would gladly beg for him. Brenna pushed her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and brought his lips down to hers in a fire-starting kiss that ignited in the pit of her stomach. She used her feet to push his boxer briefs down his legs and onto the floor, leaving nothing but skin between their need.

Brenna lifted her hips to get that intimate contact she needed before Dean used his hands to hold her hips down. "I said we were just getting started."

Dean kissed and sucked his way down her body, leaving bites along her neck and hips. Brenna nearly came off the bed when his breath ran across her pussy. Brenna wasn't a virgin. She had been with her ex many times, but he had never taken the time to really work her over—and he had certainly never licked her intimately.

She blushed when Dean looked at her after her response. "I haven't even touched it yet," he smirked.

Brenna looked away for a moment, "I've uh… No one's ever…done that…to me."

Dean's brows knitted together. "No one has ever gone down on you before?" She shook her head 'no' before he gave a genuine half-smile, "Get ready for the ride of your life, darlin'." Brenna could see the glint of excitement on his face before he set to task.

Dean lightly flicked his tongue lightly against the lips of her pussy, eliciting a gasp and moan from Brenna. He'd never heard anyone respond to such a small touch the way she did. He found he enjoyed it despite her inexperience. When he let his tongue dance across her clit, he had to hold her down. Brenna's senses were completely aware and on edge when he sucked her clit into his mouth forcefully. She came so fast and unexpectedly at the action that it took both of them by surprise. "Fuck," was all she could manage to formulate. Dean didn't let up, making her ride out the orgasm for minutes before being assaulted by another shortly after when he eased 2 fingers into her opening.

For a moment, Brenna legitimately thought she had died and gone to heaven. "Dean…"

"Yeah?" he spoke wiping her juices from his face.

"I need you." He made no move, so she continued, "Please! Fuck me, Dean."

He came up to hover over her body as she grew more excited and frustrated. "I told you that you would beg." He brought his face down to her ear, letting his breath roll over her skin as he spoke, "How bad do you want it?"

She found her confidence for a moment as she stared him in the eye, "I'm tempted to tie you to the bed and ride you til neither of us can move. Do you want to fuck me or do I need to do this myself?"

Rather than respond, dean surprised her with a quick, hard thrust as he pushed into her with force. She gasped and clawed at his back, aching for more. Dean slowed, teasing her with shallow thrusts of his hips until she was undulating her own to get more contact.

She was so tight. He could honestly never remember being with someone so tight. He was having a hard time holding off on his own orgasm, but he was determined to get her off a third time before he did. Dean leaned down and sucked one of her nipples forcefully into his mouth as his hips sped up to a pounding pace.

Brenna reached a hand back to grip the headboard as she felt the wave begin to rush. She yanked him by the hair to eye level with her so she could sink her teeth into his shoulder as she came hard. Dean came as soon as her mouth made contact with his skin, finding the pain heightened the pleasure.

It was minutes before either could think far enough to remember their own names, much less the weight of what had taken place. Those thoughts could wait one more night as they let themselves fall into a deep sleep, wrapped around each other.

AN: Hope you liked the lemon! More bickering and Deanna awesomeness to follow.