Title: dream lover
Author: DeansMistress
Genre: RPHetFic, PWP
Pairing: Jensen/OFC; established relationship
Rating: NC-17. X. smut. whatever.
’Verse: dream'verse
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
Author's Notes: this is sorta a sequel to
wildest dreams, as it was written right after it. there aren't as many clues that it's jensen. but you know.
dream lover
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We hold hands in the elevator, occasionally looking at each other. There’s another couple in the elevator with us, who look at each other like they’re in love, too. We get off at the same floor, and they offer us a knowing smile.
We walk with our arms around each other down the hallway to his room, sharing a giggle. There’s a group of women who point and stare at him as we pass by. I’ve been here once before with him, but tonight feels different; I don’t know why.
We enter the room and he closes the door gently and locks the deadbolt, his arm around my waist. He turns to me, and leans down to kiss my lips, gently at first, and then pulls me to him, kissing me deeper, his tongue twisting around mine, delivering shocks through my body.
While kissing, I push his jacket off his shoulders and he shrugs his arms out of the sleeves and lets it fall to the floor. He moves me backwards so I’m against the wall, and he lifts my arms up over my head and holds them against the wall for a moment with his warm hands.
Sensually, he slides his hands down my arms, my sides, and lingers on my breasts, which are straining against my cotton shirt. He breaks the kiss only for a moment to actually lift me up and wrap my legs around his waist. His lips touch mine again, and I arch in to him, feeling his hardness against my most sensitive place.
He puts his hands on my waist, and I fall back to the wall for support as he moves against me, and I writhe against him. I moan into his mouth as we still kiss. His hands move to my thighs, and slide under my short black skirt to tug at my panties.
I bring one of my arms down from over my head and slide it under his shirt to feel his smooth skin with my fingertips. He groans at my touch, and I unbutton the shirt and push it off his shoulders, so I can run my hands over his chest and shoulders, and try to convince him to take off the shirt too. It works.
We break the kiss, and still he keeps his eyes on me, as I’m watching him as well. He reaches around to unhook one of my legs from around his waist. He pulls my panties down, and I lift my leg to help him take them off. We never lose eye contact. Both his hands cup my bare ass against him, and I close my eyes at the pleasurable sensations.
“Keep your eyes open,” he says softly, “I want you to see me, too.” I open my eyes.
My fingers trail to the button of his jeans, and I find it easy to undo, and I slide down the zipper. He is hard and ready for me. I bring my leg back up to his waist and push his jeans down with my feet. He smiles at me, and one (two?) of his fingers slide into me, where I’m moist and waiting for him. I gasp at the suddenness, and my eyes are wide with the pleasure of his fingers moving in and out of me.
He lifts my short skirt a little, and presses against me, holding my waist and my ass again. I wrap my legs around him tighter, drawing him inside. I moan as he fills me completely. I wrap both arms around his neck, and brace my shoulders and back against the wall as he pumps into me, and I tighten around him.
His lips crush against mine again, and I close my eyes, and just feel all the touches and sensations through my body, I start quivering. My whole body shakes and hums and throbs with his hard and deliberate pulses and thrusts. I moan against him, my whole body seems to relax, and then I just feel every part of me tingling and vibrating with energy.
As we move faster and harder, the energy builds up, and with one final, hard thrust, I explode, and then energy seems to drain slowly, and I return to my body. He nips my lips playfully to end the kiss, and when I open my eyes, he’s watching me tenderly.
I slowly unwrap my legs from around him, and as I slide down the wall and my feet touch the floor, I wonder if I can even stand. We stay that way a moment, me against the wall, him leaning on me, both of us breathing rough and raggedly, trying to make it return to normal.
He kisses the top of my head - because he’d need to lean down to kiss my lips - and when he speaks again, his voice is husky.
“Can you stay a little longer?”
“Of course,” I tell him. I pick my head up off the wall, and move it just slightly to rest on his chest. His heart is still beating fast, and he’s so warm. I move my head back, and he stands to face me. “I can stay as long as you want me to.”
He smiles, and leads me over to the bed.
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