Chapter 5 - Don't Let It End
Nala sighed heavily as she fell across her bed. She had never been so happy to be home. She'd gone out early that morning and went grocery shopping to make sure she had food that Dean liked in the house; when he was home she made she he had home cooked meals since they ate a lot of fast food when they were on the road.
She had already put pot roast with carrots and potatoes in the crock pot and she baked a cake; he did love her cake. The fact that she substituted Coke for the oil which made it moist and good made him gaga over it.
Nala couldn't wait for her husband to get home. It was her turn to worship his body and this round she was taking her time. She wanted to make it absolutely clear that they were to never end up like Ayana and Roman. After seeing the hurt on Ayana's face and the pain she could feel radiating from her best friend she didn't care if her and Dean had 15 kids they would never lose each other in the process.
Honestly there is only so much you can do to get your husband to really look at you when you've been married for 11 years. Hell Ayana even explained she'd gone to bed NAKED and Roman didn't even sniff her way! He didn't even look at her, just going to bed on his side while facing away from his wife.
Now that was truly heartbreaking.
How does a woman; hell how does ANY woman not feel self conscious or ugly or unwanted after that? How are you supposed to FEEL loved when your husband isn't even touching you in any way, shape or form.
Nala had to calm herself down or she'd give herself an anxiety attack worrying over something she couldn't change or fix...at least not yet. She didn't lie to Ayana she was going to help her fix whatever was broken between Roman and her best friend.
After the few months they'd been married. She still couldn't believe she'd told him she loved him while she was drunk...on her birthday. They had been teasing each other and flirting relentlessly. No kisses or touches had been stolen to given...until the night everyone went out to celebrate her birthday. Dean was surprisingly surprised and told her he loved her too. It was a story for their future children...if they decided to have any. They were still in talks about kids.
Her eyelids got heavy as she let the tiredness of getting up early and running around take over her body.
Lips kissing naked sensitive neck skin.
Warm hands caressing cotton t-shirt covered sides and jean covered thighs.
A soft moan between parted lips.
Dean smirked as her jean covered rear-end pushed back against his jean covered crotch. "Wake up beautiful." His gravelly voice stated.
"Mmmm...five...more...minutes." Nala groaned softly as she moved around on their California king bed.
"Roll over and face me beautiful." Dean demanded in a firm but quiet voice before he kissed the shell of her ear. He smirked as the rave haired beauty rolled over and buried her face in his t-shirt covered chest, before his arms enveloped her into is warmth. Dean's electric blue eyes took in the new hair color she was sporting with a playful glint in his eyes. "New color?"
Jon couldn't stop his fingers from running through her waist length raven hair that started black and went to DEEP blue in an ombre style. Blue seemed to fit her the best. Ever since they'd been married every couple of months she could try out a new color. He had decided that Blue was definitely his favorite color on her now.
Nala nodded. "Mmmmhmmmm." She sighed softly as she burrowed further into his body. "So warm." She mumbled.
Dean chuckled as he leaned his head down and brushed his lips across her forehead. "I missed you too gorgeous. You know WrestleMania is coming up soon. Are you going to come to Dallas with Ayana so you and her can support your husbands."
"I know I will be but if things don't change between Ayana and Roman I can't really speak for her." Nala stated softly before her emerald eyes turned up and met the electric blues that belonged to her husband.
Dean could already see the unshed tears in her eyes. He didn't miss the crack in her voice either. "Okay darlin' what's going on?" His hands never stopped caressing her.
"Just - Just promise me no matter what happens in your career or my salon or if we have kids or animals; nothing changes between us. You'll always come home for your days off; well when you don't have media bullshit and we ravage each other for your days off." Nala demanded softly. "I don't want us to ever lose sight of what we first saw in each other to make us fall for each other so deeply. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Dean."
"I'm not going anywhere and neither are you. You're mine forever whether you know it or not." Dean stated in a final tone. "I'll assume you know about Roman and Ayana's torrid affairs?"
"I wouldn't necessarily call them torrid since they each know about each other's and neither are saying a word to each other about them." Nala sighed heavily. "I just want to help them. Ayana still loves Roman; its hard to be married for 11 years and have 4 kids and lose the love - but he never did. She never lost her love for him. She just lost his touch...literally."
Dean sat holding his wife as she told him everything she'd learned from Ayana the day before. He watched as she stood from the bed and paced their bedroom floor repeatedly as she told him about her and Ayana's conversation. He couldn't imagine the big cat fell out of love with his wife; so what could possibly be pushing him to the magenta haired Diva. Dean stood from the bed and it took all of 3 steps to get to his wife.
His lips kissed the tip of her nose before he kissed her lips softly. His hand left her face as it slid down her body to wrap around her waist as he gently pushed her back until her back was against the wall and he was pressing his body against hers. "Whatever we decide to do about them to try and help; it will NOT affect us...ever." His lips kissed along her jaw down to her ear as he found a nice sensitive spot and he felt her shiver against him and he couldn't help smirk against her neck. "Tell me what you want darlin'. I'll give you whatever you want."
"Anything?" Nala breathed out, burying her fingers in his auburn-blonde curls and felt him nod. She smiled and pulled away from his mouth, staring up into his eyes and brushed her lips softly against his. Then she pressed both hands against his chest and pushed him back toward the bed, going with him. He went easily enough. There was no way she could move Dean, even with how strong she was, if he didn't move of his own accord. Nala shoved him down on the bed and straddled his lap, moving her hands to the hem of the black t-shirt he wore. "Arms up." She ordered, smirking when he complied and pushed the material up over his head, tossing it to the floor. Her hands than began at his broad shoulders and slowly slid their way down to his incredible biceps. There was something about this man's arms that just made Nala weak in the knees and her entire body ignite with fire. Her emerald eyes focused solely on his left bicep first and Nala loved how the muscles rippled beneath her soft touch. She loved how the veins popped out, but not too much to make it look gross. It was incredibly hot. Once she finished with his left bicep, Nala moved to the right and did the exact same thing, simply caressing and nothing more.
Dean smirked as he felt her hands on his arms. He was letting her take full control. He wouldn't do something she might not want and then feel terrible about it later. He physically shuddered a couple of times as he felt her soft hands caressing his arms; he loved imagining what they would feel like touching the rest of his body; he admitted he loved it when his wife touched him. Whichever arm she wasn't touching; his hand was caressing parts of her body through her clothing as his lips found her neck again. The taste of her skin on his tongue was intoxicating to him. She was his drug of choice right now; actually forever. She would continue to be his drug of choice for a VERY LONG TIME. Both of his hands came up and squeezed her backside; he groaned at how firm all parts of her body always felt in his hands. "You're killing me darlin'; you're absolutely fuckin killing me." He mumbled against her neck.
"I know." She murmured, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her neck and finally slid her hands up to his shoulders, kneading them. Nala pulled back to stare into his hazy blue eyes and scooted back a little. She removed her t-shirt a second later, leaving her clad in a black lace bra. "I want you, baby. So what do you say we skip the foreplay and end both of our suffering?" She suggested, reaching back to unsnap her bra and smiled when he stopped her, shaking a finger. Dean lifted her up and sat her back down on his lap, this time with her back facing him. Emerald eyes went wide when his teeth enclosed around the clasp of her bra and it unsnapped moments later, falling to the floor in front of her. "There's condoms in my top drawer unless you don't mind the protection only being my birth control?" They hadn't discussed the idea of kids yet, so for right now they were being careful.
Dean chuckled. "Well you either want to feel 100% of me or only 99.99%. It's up to you Mrs. Ambrose." His lips placed open mouthed kisses along her bare back as his hands started at her knees and slid up her jean covered thighs before one hand cupped her left breast bringing her back tight against his chest as his lips continue to assault her neck and bare shoulder. All the while his other hand slipped into her jeans and then panties as his fingers started touching the most intimate parts of her body. He rubbed circles around her sensitive clit for a few minutes before his hand slid further down and he stroked her dripping opening before slipping a finger all the way into her, within a moment a second finger joined the first. "God you are so wet baby. Is all of that for me?" His raspy voice rumbled in her ear.
"Yes, only yours…" Nala didn't care one way or another if they used a condom or not, but she did prefer feeling 100% of him instead of 99.99%. Even the slightest .01% counted and made a difference. "Christ, get these jeans off of me already!" She groaned, hearing him chuckle in that low raspy voice and nearly came unglued. The feeling of his fingers probing her just heightened her senses considerably and her hips began moving with every thrust. Taking pity on her, Dean pulled his fingers out of her jeans and stood her up with her back still facing him. His hands undid her jeans before sliding them and her panties down, helping her step out of them and Nala could hear him shuffle out of his jeans. That meant he was completely naked and her suspicions were confirmed when his pulsating cock brushed up against her ass. Dean sat back down on the bed and pulled her to straddle him once again, his fingers picking up where they left off.
Dean loved that her juices soaked his fingers and the palm of his hand the longer he enjoyed touching her. His free hand was alternating between breasts from left to right. "I don't want the other one getting jealous. Equal treatment is healthy." He chuckled against her neck listening to her mewls of approval for what he was doing to her body. "Mmmm I think you're definitely ready for me baby. Lift up just slightly." He removed his fingers from her body as he sucked her essence from his fingers and moaned at the taste of pure honey on his tongue. "You always taste as good as you look." He grabbed his shaft as he ran the tip up and down her soaking sex. He barely placed just the tip inside of her. "Sit down when you're ready." He wouldn't rush her. He was a little big and he never wanted to hurt her.
"A little pain never hurt anybody." Nala tried catching her breath from Dean's administrations and heard him growl, giggling softly. "Relax, I'm only kidding." Truth be told, Nala did enjoy it rough and slowly guided her wet sex on his throbbing cock. Her emerald eyes closed as the sensation of Dean filling her to the brim pulsated through every nerve-ending of her body. The sound of Dean's hissing and groaning combined with her uncontrollable moans were sweet music to both of their ears. Nala lulled her head back against Dean's shoulder and tilted her face up as their lips connected, one of his strong hands splaying against her flat stomach. Her hand slid across his neck to buried in his auburn blonde curls again as he began moving inside of her, ecstasy taking completely over.
Dean was going to take his time at first and savor every thrust, every movement and every moan. He wanted her to feel every inch of him as he slowly and methodically moved in and out of her body as he gripped her hips and helped her glide up and down his hardened shaft. When her body moved down he could absolutely feel he was completely buried inside of her welcoming body. "I'll be as rough as you need me to be, but before we go all wild we are going to just enjoy this slowly for a moment." He loved the feeling of her fingers tightening in his hair like she was trying to pull him closer to her; as if they could get any closer.
"I'm in no hurry to end this. Go as slow as you…want…" She barely got that last word out in a gasp because of how ignited her body was. It felt like it was engulfed in either a forest fire or molten lava, she couldn't decide. Nala heard him chuckle in her ear and shivered, moving in rhythm with him. "Dean…" His name poured out of her mouth in a moan full of so much emotion as her legs parted to drive him even deeper inside of her. The moment was erotic and mind-blowing, definitely something Nala never experienced before in her life. When Dean asked if they were ready for a different position, she nodded and felt him leave her body, only to be brought right back down again moments later. Dean lay on the bed, his legs dangling off the end of it and Nala began riding him, rolling her hips against him to get the most out of this.
Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling of letting her control the speed and movements. She fit so perfectly with him. It was like she was made specifically for him. There were a few times he was sure he couldn't be any deeper inside of her body and then she would change the way her hips moved and... "God Damn darlin'." He groaned in mid thought. His hands went from gripping her hips to cupping her breasts as she continued to rock up and down on his cock. She took his breath away quite a few times just from the different angles alone. Her nails were digging into his chest and when she pinched both of his nipples at the same time he felt his cock harden even more inside of her body.
Never sliding out of her, Dean bolted upright on the bed and flipped Nala on her back, continuously thrusting inside of her. He brought both of her legs up to rest on his shoulders as his hips snapped forward, increasing the pace. They were both so close, she could almost taste it. This position made him go even deeper inside of her if that was possible. Nala was afraid he'd burst right through her back wall to her rectum at this point. Her body bowed off the bed as her moans turned into cries, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing off the walls. "Come here, I want to touch you." He was too far away from her, Nala needed to feel his body weight on top of her. Dean obliged, draping her legs on either side of his waist as her feet buried into the comforter. His mouth found hers in a passionate kiss as her fingers once again delved in his hair. She had a fetish with his hair, but Nala would never admit that out loud.
Dean's lips found hers again as she weaved her fingers into his hair again. He secretly loved it when she played with his hair. It was his own personal fetish he usually didn't like it when women touched his hair because they didn't like the haphazardness of it and always tried to convince him to cut it. Women always wanted to change him; they never just wanted him as is. For some reason the beautiful woman beneath his body just wanted him. It was a first in his life. "God I love your fingers in my hair." He mumbled against her lips as his hips continued to thrust in and out of her beautiful body. "I don't know if I want this to end or not. But I know we're both pretty much ready to cum. I can feel your walls milking me baby."
"Oh god I can feel them too, I'm so close…" Nala kissed him with every ounce of feeling she had inside her body, letting him know she agreed with his sentiments. He was making love to her; it was far and few between usually they were naked and reckless and it was extremely loud and wild the two days he was home. Right now it was nice and gentle; she was sure they would make up for the reckless part later. That thought immediately flew out of her mind as her walls began caving in around Dean's cock, the hot coil within her stomach threatening to spring free. Close – she was…there. All at once, the blistering heat between them sparked and spread throughout her body as the coil sprung free. Her sex wrapped him up in a tight warm cocoon, milking him for every drop he exploded inside of her. They came together, the feeling was earth shattering and Nala never wanted it to end, both of them slamming their lips together.
Dean found himself exploding so deep inside of Nala's body; it gave him a fully euphoric feeling through his entire body. Her walls were just completely milking for every last drop and he would give it to her too. He didn't want to collapse on top of her and crush her. He kept himself up on his elbows. When they both stopped and calmed considerable, he carefully pulled out of her, before pulling her into his arms facing him. His index finger softly tracing her lips before he softly kissed her lips.
"Whatever it is we have...Don't let it end."
"Nope Never"