Faking It Drabble #23 (Soaking Wet from Dean’s POV)
Faking It Master List here in case you haven’t read it, or want to read this part again. It’s been a while!
She was trying to kill him.
She was trying to kill him, and now he was sitting in the Impala, all kinds of fantasies running through his brain, hard and aching and trying to hide it from Sam, nothing to do about it until that night.
Oh, but tonight… He was going to remember every single one of the images in his brain right now so that he could play them out later, slowly, taking his time touching her and tasting her and feeling her. He wanted to see what kind of new sounds he could get her to make, wanted to feel her tremble around him. Wanted to hear her cry out his name, and only his name.
He just had to survive until they were alone.
It took some time, since they ended up having to share with Sam, but he was finally alone with her, and she was staring at him in that way that made it clear how much she wanted him. That way that made his heart beat faster, though he had never actually admitted that.
The water was warm, and felt amazing as they floated through it, laughing at first, because she somehow always brought out his playful side, then not laughing as their bodies moved together.
By the time he was slamming into her on the lounge chair, he had already had to hold back his own orgasm at least four hundred and eighty seven times. Every fucking move she made, every look, every sound, every everything…it was too much. She was too much.
She sucked on his fingers, and still he managed to hold back. He had promised to make her sore, and he was going to keep that promise. He thrust hard and deep, angling his hips to hit her g-spot, not being at all gentle. She just opened herself to him completely, screaming for him to move even faster, even harder.
When she moved his hand to her clit, he couldn’t hold back any longer. She was just so damn open with him, taking what she wanted, giving him more than he deserved, no embarrassment or shame, and no ego stroking by faking anything. It was just her.
When he finally did come, it was so intense that he made no noise at all. He pressed his whole body against hers and shuddered, knowing that if he made a noise, it would be a deafening shout, and he wasn’t in the mood to get caught, then arrested.
Afterward, he kissed her. Even with everything else they had done, kissing her was one of his favorite things to do.
“I keep waiting for one of these things to turn out bad, ya know? For us to find out we don’t bend a certain way, or that some shit is only sexy in the movies. But every time we pull something out of that damn makeup bag, we end up like this.”
The words came out before he could stop them, and once again, he was just saying what he felt without thinking about the consequences. This time, he didn’t even mind.
2087
kianamaiart
germansingergirl
jacobvanloon
janainaart
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
snowghoul
