Renee wrinkled her nose. "Don't you wanna take a shower?" she asked Dean. He was in the process of lying down in their bed but she'd be much more glad if he stayed away from the clean bed sheets.
"I already have."
"It makes no difference when you put on dirty clothes afterwards," she explained to him. "Don't," she said quickly and put her arm on Dean's side of the bed to prevent him from sitting down. He moved back.
"Fine," Dean resigned. Then he proceeded to take off his shirt and baggy trousers. When he took off the grey socks, he moved them toward his nose and smelled them. Bad decision, he realized immediately. It needed to disappear from his smelling distance. So what did he do? He threw them at Renee.
"Ugh." She picked them up when they landed on her shoulder. At first she held them by two fingers at the edge but then she rolled them up into a ball and successfully threw them into the trash can. "Now that's where they belong."
"How about this?" Dean asked when he took off his boxers. "You want it?" He offered it to her.
"No," she declined his generous offer. "And could you please stop throwing around your clothes?"
"And this?" He pointed at his manhood and did the helicopter dick.
Renee looked; of course she did. But this wasn't the first time he put on this move to impress her. She got used to it and it affected her less and less.
"You want some; admit it," Dean said in a seductive sort of way.
But she stayed strong. "Dean, I'm not going to touch that sweaty body."
"Man fights all day, man gets dirt and sweat over his body to show off and win woman's heart. Woman puts a beautiful smile on her face, opens her lovely mouth and hurts his pride."
"If you instead of making excuses took that shower, it'd be over already." She smiled. "Then we can focus on caressing your huge ego."
"Or come with me and we'll kill two birds with one stone," Dean suggested.
But Renee was already in her nightwear. And she wanted to read a little before going to sleep. Getting Dean out of room just for a few minutes would mean she could read a couple of pages.
"I think I'll just wait here . . ." Then she looked around the room and at Dean's clothes lying on the bed and on the floor. ". . . And clean the mess you've made."
Dean leaned over the bed to reach his girlfriend. He whispered, "If I cleaned it, would you let me fuck you in the shower?"
"When you formulate it so romantically . . ." Renee said sarcastically.
Dean softened up his voice and the whole attitude. "Would you, milady, make sweet love to me under the hot running water?"
Renee pretended to be thinking, considering whether she should accept his offer. Meanwhile, Dean was kneeling on the bed, looking into her eyes, waiting for her response. But he got tired of waiting, and he had something in mind. So he licked her cheek like a dog and moved his tongue all the way to her ear, which he kissed. Then he placed his hand on her left arm and with almost no effort rolled her over him. Now she was on his right side. Dean got on top of her, his legs surrounding her body. She was in a little shock; he knew she would although it wasn't that rare that he did something unexpected. Dean licked her freshly washed chest; his was sweaty on the other hand. He couldn't get where he'd like to, though, because of the T-shirt she was wearing. "You mind?" he asked, but didn't care for her opinion. He took it off. Her arms were powerless, therefore very cooperative. For a quick second, Dean glanced at the shirt he just took off of her. He smiled when he realized it was actually Seth's. Another one that Dean had borrowed from him and never returned. He had to give it to Renee or she took it herself. Now it didn't matter, though. It belonged on the floor among other useless clothes.
Dean lied down on Renee's more and more responsive body. "Now you're sweaty too," Dean commented with joy in his voice. He licked his lips and gently stroked Renee's cheek, keeping an eye contact with her. This was getting hard on her; as was getting something else somewhere else. . .
"Hmm," Dean breathed in the smell. "You smell nice."
"I cannot say the same," she teased him.
"All right, that's enough." He rose from bed and intended to take that damn shower.
Renee stopped him, though. She caught him by his arm to prevent him from getting away from her and said, "You've already rolled your body all over the bed. What difference does it make if you wash yourself now?"
"Well, well, well. It seems to me that you have rethought your priorities. You're selfish, you know that?"
"Nooo . . ." Her voice sounded tired. In reality, Renee just didn't like being teased.
"So tell me now, honestly, would you prefer me leaving you here alone or –" He wasn't even able to finish. Renee could predict the other option and didn't need to hear it. So she put her hand around Dean's neck to pull him close enough to reach for his mouth. She kissed him. It was an urgent kiss providing an answer to Dean's question. I want you to stay right here.
It was clear to Dean. He knew what he could do, but he decided for something else. Again, he rose from the bed, but this time with Renee. He wrapped her legs around him, and with mouth glued to hers, he moved them both on the floor. He couldn't see much, he opened up his eyes only when it was really necessary, but he successfully got them into the bathroom. There was a little problem when he tripped over his shoe, but nobody got hurt, and thanks to his mouth being already occupied, it was impossible for him to curse, too.
"I like how you're thinking," Renee admitted when she saw they were in the bathroom now.
"You know, darling, I gave you this option and you declined it before. . . . But in the end, I get what I want," Dean whispered. And he demanded, "Say it. Say that I always get what I want."
"You are hard to please," Renee just said.
"You are hard to please," he repeated like a little child. "Say it."
Renee sighed and phlegmatically replied, "You always get what you want." Then she said seductively while looking up at him, "Now give me what I want."
Dean grinned. "Let's take these off," he touched the last piece of the clothing, which was her panties, and took them off.
"Should I step inside?" She meant the shower unit that she glimpsed at.
"No." The smile was followed by Dean's picking Renee off the floor. The fingers on his right hand were spread on Renee's bare back and leaving pink marks there. With his left arm Dean was supporting Renee's legs; his arm was right underneath her bended knees. He was being extremely careful when he was taking her inside; very easily her head could bump into the wall or something. Nothing of that kind happened, though. Renee was safe with him.
Once inside, they closed the door and found themselves in a closed, tiny space that gave them just enough space to turn around. But it sufficed for their demands.
Renee let the water pout over their naked bodies. She set the temperature as she liked it but it was always too hot for Dean. But what wouldn't a man go through to satisfy a woman? But Renee cared for his comfort. "Is it too hot?" she asked.
"Not nearly as hot as you," he delivered a "smooth" line. Still, it made Renee cherish.
The walls of the shower unit quickly steamed up. It was getting harder to breathe, but humidity had little to do with it. Dean was whispering sweet words into Renee's ear and she giggled each time. He was making her feel comfortable and it allowed him to try his luck. Her back was touching his chest and still – or again – sweaty stomach. He wrapped his arms around her belly. The palms of his hands were stroking Renee's arms. She laid her head on Dean's shoulder behind her. "I love you," Dean said. Then he proceeded to kiss her neck as she was left to do nothing but enjoy the touch of his lips on her wet skin. His hands were at first on her tummy, playing with and stretching the skin, then they moved upward. There was never a moment when his hands would let go of her. Their bodies were inseparable.
Dean cupped Renee's breasts but it wasn't enough. He turned her around to look at her, at her beauty and sex-appeal. Their hands quickly found their way into each other's. Suddenly Renee seemed to have forgotten about everything she disliked about her boyfriend just ten minutes ago: the sweat, the dirt, the dust underneath his fingernails. Maybe a little bravely she licked all of that away. But before reconnecting with his tongue, she let the water clean her mouth. Only then she could press her lips against his and let the powerful muscle in. The first of two . . .
The salty taste of Dean's skin didn't mind to her. But having the neck licked wasn't that satisfactory to Dean. Already squeezing her hair, Dean gently pushed Renee's head down. She knew what he wanted. And she was willing to give it to him.
"Close your eyes," Renee ordered him before she put his boner in her mouth. Dean sighed as it went deeper in her mouth, as she got it all in. Dean's head tilted backwards; he was certainly enjoying this. But Renee knew that herself. And pleasing Dean was pleasing her too. Besides it raised her confidence.
"You're the best," she got complimented. She'd smile but she was pretty busy.
Then suddenly Dean separated the connection and helped Renee stand up. "Swallow," he told her as a joke.
"I already have," she replied teasingly and opened her mouth for him to see the proof.
"I really do love you," he quickly said before kissing her passionately. And while maintaining the kiss, Dean's hand deliberately slipped down her leg to tickle it with the fingers. Then, unexpectedly, Renee felt it between her legs, slowly finding its way in. Renee spread her legs and created space for whatever his immediate intentions were. She didn't care what he'd do; she knew she'd like it.
For another minute Dean was just playing, mostly outside. Each time he'd let his fingers in, he'd thrust his tongue in her mouth too.
The water was still pouring and it made Renee's hair not only totally wet but also fall into her face. But Dean took care of that. With his free hand he put it behind her ear. The other hand was still occupied. It kept moving in circles around her pulsating pussy.
When the left hand let Renee's face alone, it violently took charge of her leg, bending it and lifting it up.
"Now," Dean announced his long-awaited entrance. Renee's back was pushed onto the wall. He got Renee away from the water stream but he received plenty of water falling on his head. That couldn't stop him going, though. He thrust his big cock in and pulled it out. He thrust again and again. He kept pressing tirelessly, harder and harder. "You like that, huh?" he asked without expecting an answer. Her happily calling his name between the phases of panting sufficed. He was the master. I . . . am . . . the . . . master. Dean sighed heavily.
Renee wrapped both her legs around her and let him have absolute control. Her only concern was not to let him escape. "Don't . . . stop," she gasped as her inside was getting hungrier for him. She moaned loudly but nobody could hear her. She didn't need to hold back. And she cried his name as if it was the name of the savior. But yes, he was the one that she needed. He was the savior . . . he was the god. He was the one who got her to the highest heights. "I love you, Dean," she whispered after he thrust himself inside of her one last time. A little later she proclaimed her surrender, "You really always get what you want." Dean didn't say anything; he just smiled.
That smile was not on his face anymore in the morning. Maybe the fact that the person lying next to him wasn't his girlfriend had something to do with it.