A Legend In My Time Ch 1/?
A Legend In My Time
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
Lexi has a way of making Dean lose it, like really lose it. In the beginning Dean just chalked it up to being young and horny. Now that he’s turned thirty that excuse doesn’t seem to hold water. It doesn’t take much for him to lose it either. Today Dean’s losing it because Lexi’s wearing a low cut red blouse with a black pencil skirt and stilettos. He can’t concentrate as they interview the medical examiner, so he lets Lexi take over the questioning.
He can’t help but stare at her as she leans over to get a better look at the corpse. The way her skirt stretches over the curve of her ass has Dean’s blood racing and his muscles tensing. His eyes sweep over his wife, admiring her new curvy figure reminding him of the lacey black underwear she has on underneath her clothes. Lexi still hasn’t lost the last ten pounds of baby weight but Dean likes it. He likes the extra weight on her. It’s just extra cushion for the pushing and he ain’t complaining. Lexi is fucking beautiful.
“Agent Buckingham,” Lexi calls from across the room, “come take a look at this.”
Dean stands at the gurney across from Lexi and looks down at the body. He glances up at his wife eyebrow raised. Turning towards the medical examiner he asks, “How do you explain the eyes?”
“I can’t. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“We’ll need a copy of your report.”
“Of course Agent Buckingham.” The Medical Examiner replies as he walks over to his desk to grab a copy.
Dean takes the report and hands it to Lexi. “Well, I thank you for your time. Agent Nicks and I will show ourselves out.”
They walk out in silence and head to the Impala parked across the street.
“You did good.” Dean says with smile.
“I thought you didn’t want me hunting.” Lexi replies lightly as she leans against the car.
“I don’t but I know you ain’t gonna listen so…” Dean looks up at the sky squinting as he asks, “You ever see anything like that or read about it in Med. School?”
“Eyes burned out of their sockets? No. It’s not natural. It’s definitely a case.”
Dean nods thoughtfully. “I’ll call Bobby. Maybe he can shed some light on this.”
Lexi takes Dean’s hand and runs her thumb along his palm. Her eyes lock on to his while she whispers, “OK.”
The gesture is simple but it still makes Dean shiver. He takes a step closer laying his hands on the roof of the car caging Lexi in. “Lexi…” Dean says in his deep drawl before nipping at her ear.
Lexi grins up at her husband and pushes against his chest saying, “Dean, we’re supposed to be federal agents remember?”
He steps back reluctantly. “Right. We should get outta here then.”
Lexi steps around him making sure to brush against Dean as she makes her way to the passenger side. Dean groans at the contact cursing her under his breath. He turns towards her to remind her that they are on a case but the words die on his lips when he sees the smile on her face.
He hasn’t seen Lexi smile like that in almost a year. In all fairness it’s been a rough one. With both her and Sam going dark side and losing Sam in the process, Dean was starting to believe that they were cursed. He doesn’t believe that anymore. Dean knows he’s lucky despite not being able to save Sammy. He got his wife and son back. Sure Lexi’s still struggling with what happened, her nightmares are still pretty much a nightly occurrence but she’s getting a little better every day. For that Dean’s grateful.
“Dean, are we staying or not?”
Dean looks at Lexi, eyes drawn to her red glossed lips. Now all he can think about is her lips moving over him, her mouth full of his cock. He shakes the thought from his mind reminding himself that they’re on a case. “Uh, yeah. It’s definitely our kinda thing. We’ll go get a room. Then, I’ll call Bobby and tell ‘im to bring Jake up here.”
Dean finds a motor lodge ten minutes outside of town and pulls in the lot. He kills the engine squinting at the building in front of him. He glances at Lexi asking her if this is ok or if she wants to get a room at the Comfort Inn they saw on their way into town.
“This is fine.”
“You sure, Babe? I know how much you hate motels.”
“I don’t hate motels. Dean you forget I was pregnant and we were moving from motel to motel.”
“OK, remember you said that.”
Dean enters the lobby and rings the bell on the desk once. A few seconds later a bored teenage boy emerges from the back asking, “Two Queens or a King?”
“Two Que…” Dean glances out the window at Lexi then back to the teenager, “No, I need a King.”
“Cash or Charge?”
“Charge.” Dean answers, handing a credit card and his fake ID to the kid.
Back at the Impala, he hands Lexi the room keys before moving the car into a space in front of their room. He gets out telling Lexi he’ll get their bags out of the trunk as she grabs her laptop and purse.
The moment Dean walks through the motel room door Lexi pounces on him. He barely has time to put down their bags before she has him pressed up against the wall. Not that he’s about to complain. Instead, he looks down at her with a smirk wiggling his eyebrows. The suggestive remark he’s about to make dies in his throat as Lexi palms his dick through his pants.
Dean bites down on his bottom lip suddenly very aware that it's been almost three weeks since he last fucked her. He surges forward hands cupping her face, his thumbs rubbing her cheeks as he ravages her mouth. Lexi returns his kiss parting her lips and moaning as his tongue slides against hers. Dean's hands move up into her hair, his kisses becoming more urgent leaving them both panting.
Lexi takes a step back and runs her hands over Dean’s broad shoulders before pushing his suit jacket off. She’s always had a thing for his shoulders and arms. She loves to run her fingers over his muscles and feel his sturdy arms around her. Wrapped up in Dean’s arms Lexi always feels small and safe. And what she needs right now is to feel safe.
Lexi pulls off Dean’s tie before helping undo the buttons on his shirt. She glances up at her husband and their eyes lock. There’s something in Dean’s gold flecked green eyes that she's never realized was there. Some may say it’s understanding, love, acceptance. For Lexi, it’s all those things and more. It’s safety.
She should’ve realized it months ago. Dean didn’t see her as some half breed freak. He saw her as Lexi, someone that deserved to be saved. She was never a monster in his eyes just the girl that he loved. That’s why he didn’t listen when everyone told him it was hopeless. He fought to save her from herself. For her, there’s security in Dean’s muddy green eyes. Lexi’s safe.
Lexi lets the feeling engulf her, lets the knowledge of his forgiveness put her at ease. All the anxiety and fear she has about Dean’s rejection suddenly disappears. She kisses his delicious mouth with an intensity that surprises Dean. Her lips and tongue moving so deftly that Dean doesn’t even notice she’s turned them around.
She pushes him back towards the bed and takes off her blouse. He smirks down at her and tosses his own shirt to the floor, then wraps his hands around her hips and pulls her to him. He presses his lips to her ear and slowly kisses his way down her neck. His mouth moves over Lexi’s shoulder to her breast sucking her nipple through her bra before he unhooks it with ease. She moans, fingers tangling in Dean’s hair as he throws her bra to the floor then unzips and pushes down her skirt. He steps back, toes off his shoes and takes his pants and boxer briefs off.
Lexi drinks in the sight of him and licks her bottom lip. Now all she can think about is how she wants to feel him inside her. Dean holds her gaze for a beat with a mischievous grin. Lexi looks away leaning down to undo the straps on her shoes, but Dean stops her. He smirks at her as he closes the distance between them. “Oh, no, Baby Girl, they stay on.”
Dean tugs her to him and kisses her hungrily. His hands slide behind her, grabbing her ass and tightening his grip on her. He lifts her up against him then carries her over to the bed.
Laying her down, he parts her legs with his knee so he can slot between them. Dean hovers over her pausing to take his amulet off then drops it onto the nightstand. He presses his weight against her so that she's now pinned between him and the mattress and runs his tongue along the shell of her ear growling, “I want you so fucking bad, Lex.”
Lexi interlaces their fingers, kisses him and rolls them over. She grins down at Dean, “Look who’s on top now.”
He chuckles and rolls them back over. He grasps her wrists and pulls her arms over her head, holding her down. “Yeah, me.”
Now Dean thinks it’s Lexi’s turn to lose it and he’s gonna make damn sure she does. He runs his hands slowly down to her hips enjoying the feel of her soft skin underneath his calloused hands. He toys with the edge of her lace panties, hooks his fingers into them, then slowly slides them off her legs and tosses them to the floor. He settles himself between her legs, lips hovering over her center. Lexi swallows hard and closes her eyes, “Dean, c’mon…”
He looks up with a smile. “C’mon with what, Lex?”
“You’re not gonna make me beg.” She says firmly.
“You sure about that?” Dean murmurs and leans down to lick a broad strip along the length of her slit, his eyelashes tickling her thighs.
From the moment she feels the drag of his tongue up her slit, she loses all rational thought. She moans clawing at the sheets beneath her. She spreads her legs wider for him and whines. All she can think about is getting more contact with his lips and tongue. Lexi really doesn't care where his mouth is at this point as long as it’s on her.
Dean throws an arm over her thighs to keep her still and wraps his lips around her clit. Lexi's breath hitches, her head swimming. The feel of his tongue and lips on her is so incredible and intense. His lips sweep over her skin, teeth grazing her clit causing her to gasp. Right when she thinks she can't handle anything more, he works his index and middle fingers inside her. She can already feel her body beginning to tingle as Dean curls and pumps his fingers.
She closes her eyes cursing him under her breath. Dean's building her up, taking her right to the edge and, just when she's about to lose it, he pulls back. Lexi slides her hand into his short hair and tugs. Dean looks up at her with a mischievous grin and winks. He loves getting Lexi worked up and making her come undone in his hands. And he knows damn well she's almost there.
Dean leans down again, twirls his tongue around her clit and presses it flat licking her in time with the thrust of his fingers. He laps her slit, running his tongue in broad strokes over her warm folds. He feels the quiver in her thighs and pulls off her. The tingling sensations that are coursing through her body overwhelm her leaving her light headed. He runs his mouth over her and pushes his tongue inside her as he rubs his fingers over her clit. She bucks her hips in response and Dean tightens his grip.
Lexi's breath is coming in short pants now. She feels the muscles in her legs tighten as Dean continues to move his mouth over her. Her vision blurs and then she breaks out into a light sweat. Everything disappears except for this hot, tingly sensation. She feels like she's being pulled from all sides, melting and exploding all at once. Lexi screams out Dean's name and a litany of curses. Then she feels him licking her clean as she rides out her orgasm.
Dean makes his way back up her body with open mouth kisses before finally crashing their lips together. He takes his time with the kiss slipping his tongue into her mouth as he rakes his hands down her sides. He pulls away slightly holding her gaze for a beat with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then he's descending on her. He's all lips and teeth, hands gripping her tight.
Lexi can never get enough of this, enough of Dean. She’s not like him; she doesn’t have a long string of lovers behind her. There’s only two. Dean and her Ex, Michael, that she left in New York. Michael wasn’t Dean. He never even came close. She had orgasms with Michael but never with the same kind of intensity like the ones she has with Dean. The kind that starts at her toes and makes her whole body tingle and tremble. The kind that makes her feel wave after wave of pleasure, then leave her breathless and completely wrecked. Everything around her disappears and it’s only her and Dean. It feels like they’re connected on some deeper cosmic level. That their bodies were meant to be connected. That the two of them were meant to be connected, always.
Dean clutches Lexi’s hips in a bruising grip, the blunt head of his dick nudging her entrance. He closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip as he sinks into her slowly. He moans low in his throat when he fills her to the hilt. All he wants to do is go hard and fast. She’s so tight and slick he knows he won't last very long if he did. He takes a deep breath, slides all the way out and leans down on his forearms.
His green eyes lock onto hers, then he sinks slowly into her. She bites down on her bottom lip, nails digging into Dean’s back as she waits for him to begin moving. Dean lowers his head, his mouth and tongue gliding over the top of her breasts, his two-day scruff leaving red marks across her skin.
He brushes his lips against hers once more and then he starts moving slow and deep, setting up a deliciously lazy rhythm that has her arching her back and making those breathy moans he loves so much.
The slow burn pace he’s moving at has Lexi coming apart with every thrust of his hips. She rakes her nails down his back, whimpering and pushing her hips up against his. He feels so incredible. His weight pushing her deeper into the mattress, the sounds he’s making and his cock stretching her as he moves inside her already have her teetering on the edge. Lexi can feel every inch of him drag against her walls with a snap of his hips, making the tension inside her build quickly.
Lexi wraps her legs around his waist, pressing her stillettos into his ass to pull him in deeper. He speeds up, eyes closing as he bites down on his bottom lip. His hands tighten on her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Lexi's eyes flutter shut while she concentrates on the sensations rolling over her. She lets herself get lost in the feel of Dean inside of her and the movement of his hands over her body. She opens her eyes and watches his face contort in pleasure. She shifts under him, tugging him closer to catch his lips in a kiss.
Dean pulls away, lets his tongue trail over her bottom lip and brushes his lips gently against hers. He moves to her jawline and slowly kisses his way up to her ear, where he lingers, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
He feels the exact moment when they hit that sweet spot. He feels the pressure building inside of him and bites down on his lip, pushing further into her, knowing he's not going to last much longer. Lexi squeezes her legs around his waist and he can feel the slight tremble going through them, feel her wet heat tightening around him, bringing him that much closer to the edge.
Lexi bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans as the sensations rolling over her intensify. She feels her body tighten and tingle, her vision blurring as Dean continues to thrust into her. She digs her nails into his back and moans his name.
Dean hooks her right leg over his shoulder and continues thrusting, setting a harsh pace as he chases after his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes, hips bucking, as he calls out her name. Moments later, he collapses on top of her and lays there catching his breath, then rolls off her. He lays on his back, exhaling loudly as he looks up at the ceiling, then reaches for Lexi and wraps her up in his arms. Burying his face in her hair he whispers, “Damn, I needed that…”
Characters: Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku), Sam/OFC
Spoilers: None
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dean's set up home base in New Orleans hunting voodoo queens and vengeful spirits after Sam and Lexi nearly destroyed the world. A gruesome death brings Dean to Pontiac, IL where he finds more than he was looking for.
Or on AO3
Chapter 1
*~Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to Kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters. This is a sequel to Restless Heart Syndrome, Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. Thanks to Supernutjapan for betaing. Any mistakes are mine. Reviews would be great! ~*
Lexi has a way of making Dean lose it, like really lose it. In the beginning Dean just chalked it up to being young and horny. Now that he’s turned thirty that excuse doesn’t seem to hold water. It doesn’t take much for him to lose it either. Today Dean’s losing it because Lexi’s wearing a low cut red blouse with a black pencil skirt and stilettos. He can’t concentrate as they interview the medical examiner, so he lets Lexi take over the questioning.
He can’t help but stare at her as she leans over to get a better look at the corpse. The way her skirt stretches over the curve of her ass has Dean’s blood racing and his muscles tensing. His eyes sweep over his wife, admiring her new curvy figure reminding him of the lacey black underwear she has on underneath her clothes. Lexi still hasn’t lost the last ten pounds of baby weight but Dean likes it. He likes the extra weight on her. It’s just extra cushion for the pushing and he ain’t complaining. Lexi is fucking beautiful.
“Agent Buckingham,” Lexi calls from across the room, “come take a look at this.”
Dean stands at the gurney across from Lexi and looks down at the body. He glances up at his wife eyebrow raised. Turning towards the medical examiner he asks, “How do you explain the eyes?”
“I can’t. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“We’ll need a copy of your report.”
“Of course Agent Buckingham.” The Medical Examiner replies as he walks over to his desk to grab a copy.
Dean takes the report and hands it to Lexi. “Well, I thank you for your time. Agent Nicks and I will show ourselves out.”
They walk out in silence and head to the Impala parked across the street.
“You did good.” Dean says with smile.
“I thought you didn’t want me hunting.” Lexi replies lightly as she leans against the car.
“I don’t but I know you ain’t gonna listen so…” Dean looks up at the sky squinting as he asks, “You ever see anything like that or read about it in Med. School?”
“Eyes burned out of their sockets? No. It’s not natural. It’s definitely a case.”
Dean nods thoughtfully. “I’ll call Bobby. Maybe he can shed some light on this.”
Lexi takes Dean’s hand and runs her thumb along his palm. Her eyes lock on to his while she whispers, “OK.”
The gesture is simple but it still makes Dean shiver. He takes a step closer laying his hands on the roof of the car caging Lexi in. “Lexi…” Dean says in his deep drawl before nipping at her ear.
Lexi grins up at her husband and pushes against his chest saying, “Dean, we’re supposed to be federal agents remember?”
He steps back reluctantly. “Right. We should get outta here then.”
Lexi steps around him making sure to brush against Dean as she makes her way to the passenger side. Dean groans at the contact cursing her under his breath. He turns towards her to remind her that they are on a case but the words die on his lips when he sees the smile on her face.
He hasn’t seen Lexi smile like that in almost a year. In all fairness it’s been a rough one. With both her and Sam going dark side and losing Sam in the process, Dean was starting to believe that they were cursed. He doesn’t believe that anymore. Dean knows he’s lucky despite not being able to save Sammy. He got his wife and son back. Sure Lexi’s still struggling with what happened, her nightmares are still pretty much a nightly occurrence but she’s getting a little better every day. For that Dean’s grateful.
“Dean, are we staying or not?”
Dean looks at Lexi, eyes drawn to her red glossed lips. Now all he can think about is her lips moving over him, her mouth full of his cock. He shakes the thought from his mind reminding himself that they’re on a case. “Uh, yeah. It’s definitely our kinda thing. We’ll go get a room. Then, I’ll call Bobby and tell ‘im to bring Jake up here.”
Dean finds a motor lodge ten minutes outside of town and pulls in the lot. He kills the engine squinting at the building in front of him. He glances at Lexi asking her if this is ok or if she wants to get a room at the Comfort Inn they saw on their way into town.
“This is fine.”
“You sure, Babe? I know how much you hate motels.”
“I don’t hate motels. Dean you forget I was pregnant and we were moving from motel to motel.”
“OK, remember you said that.”
Dean enters the lobby and rings the bell on the desk once. A few seconds later a bored teenage boy emerges from the back asking, “Two Queens or a King?”
“Two Que…” Dean glances out the window at Lexi then back to the teenager, “No, I need a King.”
“Cash or Charge?”
“Charge.” Dean answers, handing a credit card and his fake ID to the kid.
Back at the Impala, he hands Lexi the room keys before moving the car into a space in front of their room. He gets out telling Lexi he’ll get their bags out of the trunk as she grabs her laptop and purse.
The moment Dean walks through the motel room door Lexi pounces on him. He barely has time to put down their bags before she has him pressed up against the wall. Not that he’s about to complain. Instead, he looks down at her with a smirk wiggling his eyebrows. The suggestive remark he’s about to make dies in his throat as Lexi palms his dick through his pants.
Dean bites down on his bottom lip suddenly very aware that it's been almost three weeks since he last fucked her. He surges forward hands cupping her face, his thumbs rubbing her cheeks as he ravages her mouth. Lexi returns his kiss parting her lips and moaning as his tongue slides against hers. Dean's hands move up into her hair, his kisses becoming more urgent leaving them both panting.
Lexi takes a step back and runs her hands over Dean’s broad shoulders before pushing his suit jacket off. She’s always had a thing for his shoulders and arms. She loves to run her fingers over his muscles and feel his sturdy arms around her. Wrapped up in Dean’s arms Lexi always feels small and safe. And what she needs right now is to feel safe.
Lexi pulls off Dean’s tie before helping undo the buttons on his shirt. She glances up at her husband and their eyes lock. There’s something in Dean’s gold flecked green eyes that she's never realized was there. Some may say it’s understanding, love, acceptance. For Lexi, it’s all those things and more. It’s safety.
She should’ve realized it months ago. Dean didn’t see her as some half breed freak. He saw her as Lexi, someone that deserved to be saved. She was never a monster in his eyes just the girl that he loved. That’s why he didn’t listen when everyone told him it was hopeless. He fought to save her from herself. For her, there’s security in Dean’s muddy green eyes. Lexi’s safe.
Lexi lets the feeling engulf her, lets the knowledge of his forgiveness put her at ease. All the anxiety and fear she has about Dean’s rejection suddenly disappears. She kisses his delicious mouth with an intensity that surprises Dean. Her lips and tongue moving so deftly that Dean doesn’t even notice she’s turned them around.
She pushes him back towards the bed and takes off her blouse. He smirks down at her and tosses his own shirt to the floor, then wraps his hands around her hips and pulls her to him. He presses his lips to her ear and slowly kisses his way down her neck. His mouth moves over Lexi’s shoulder to her breast sucking her nipple through her bra before he unhooks it with ease. She moans, fingers tangling in Dean’s hair as he throws her bra to the floor then unzips and pushes down her skirt. He steps back, toes off his shoes and takes his pants and boxer briefs off.
Lexi drinks in the sight of him and licks her bottom lip. Now all she can think about is how she wants to feel him inside her. Dean holds her gaze for a beat with a mischievous grin. Lexi looks away leaning down to undo the straps on her shoes, but Dean stops her. He smirks at her as he closes the distance between them. “Oh, no, Baby Girl, they stay on.”
Dean tugs her to him and kisses her hungrily. His hands slide behind her, grabbing her ass and tightening his grip on her. He lifts her up against him then carries her over to the bed.
Laying her down, he parts her legs with his knee so he can slot between them. Dean hovers over her pausing to take his amulet off then drops it onto the nightstand. He presses his weight against her so that she's now pinned between him and the mattress and runs his tongue along the shell of her ear growling, “I want you so fucking bad, Lex.”
Lexi interlaces their fingers, kisses him and rolls them over. She grins down at Dean, “Look who’s on top now.”
He chuckles and rolls them back over. He grasps her wrists and pulls her arms over her head, holding her down. “Yeah, me.”
Now Dean thinks it’s Lexi’s turn to lose it and he’s gonna make damn sure she does. He runs his hands slowly down to her hips enjoying the feel of her soft skin underneath his calloused hands. He toys with the edge of her lace panties, hooks his fingers into them, then slowly slides them off her legs and tosses them to the floor. He settles himself between her legs, lips hovering over her center. Lexi swallows hard and closes her eyes, “Dean, c’mon…”
He looks up with a smile. “C’mon with what, Lex?”
“You’re not gonna make me beg.” She says firmly.
“You sure about that?” Dean murmurs and leans down to lick a broad strip along the length of her slit, his eyelashes tickling her thighs.
From the moment she feels the drag of his tongue up her slit, she loses all rational thought. She moans clawing at the sheets beneath her. She spreads her legs wider for him and whines. All she can think about is getting more contact with his lips and tongue. Lexi really doesn't care where his mouth is at this point as long as it’s on her.
Dean throws an arm over her thighs to keep her still and wraps his lips around her clit. Lexi's breath hitches, her head swimming. The feel of his tongue and lips on her is so incredible and intense. His lips sweep over her skin, teeth grazing her clit causing her to gasp. Right when she thinks she can't handle anything more, he works his index and middle fingers inside her. She can already feel her body beginning to tingle as Dean curls and pumps his fingers.
She closes her eyes cursing him under her breath. Dean's building her up, taking her right to the edge and, just when she's about to lose it, he pulls back. Lexi slides her hand into his short hair and tugs. Dean looks up at her with a mischievous grin and winks. He loves getting Lexi worked up and making her come undone in his hands. And he knows damn well she's almost there.
Dean leans down again, twirls his tongue around her clit and presses it flat licking her in time with the thrust of his fingers. He laps her slit, running his tongue in broad strokes over her warm folds. He feels the quiver in her thighs and pulls off her. The tingling sensations that are coursing through her body overwhelm her leaving her light headed. He runs his mouth over her and pushes his tongue inside her as he rubs his fingers over her clit. She bucks her hips in response and Dean tightens his grip.
Lexi's breath is coming in short pants now. She feels the muscles in her legs tighten as Dean continues to move his mouth over her. Her vision blurs and then she breaks out into a light sweat. Everything disappears except for this hot, tingly sensation. She feels like she's being pulled from all sides, melting and exploding all at once. Lexi screams out Dean's name and a litany of curses. Then she feels him licking her clean as she rides out her orgasm.
Dean makes his way back up her body with open mouth kisses before finally crashing their lips together. He takes his time with the kiss slipping his tongue into her mouth as he rakes his hands down her sides. He pulls away slightly holding her gaze for a beat with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then he's descending on her. He's all lips and teeth, hands gripping her tight.
Lexi can never get enough of this, enough of Dean. She’s not like him; she doesn’t have a long string of lovers behind her. There’s only two. Dean and her Ex, Michael, that she left in New York. Michael wasn’t Dean. He never even came close. She had orgasms with Michael but never with the same kind of intensity like the ones she has with Dean. The kind that starts at her toes and makes her whole body tingle and tremble. The kind that makes her feel wave after wave of pleasure, then leave her breathless and completely wrecked. Everything around her disappears and it’s only her and Dean. It feels like they’re connected on some deeper cosmic level. That their bodies were meant to be connected. That the two of them were meant to be connected, always.
Dean clutches Lexi’s hips in a bruising grip, the blunt head of his dick nudging her entrance. He closes his eyes and bites down on his bottom lip as he sinks into her slowly. He moans low in his throat when he fills her to the hilt. All he wants to do is go hard and fast. She’s so tight and slick he knows he won't last very long if he did. He takes a deep breath, slides all the way out and leans down on his forearms.
His green eyes lock onto hers, then he sinks slowly into her. She bites down on her bottom lip, nails digging into Dean’s back as she waits for him to begin moving. Dean lowers his head, his mouth and tongue gliding over the top of her breasts, his two-day scruff leaving red marks across her skin.
He brushes his lips against hers once more and then he starts moving slow and deep, setting up a deliciously lazy rhythm that has her arching her back and making those breathy moans he loves so much.
The slow burn pace he’s moving at has Lexi coming apart with every thrust of his hips. She rakes her nails down his back, whimpering and pushing her hips up against his. He feels so incredible. His weight pushing her deeper into the mattress, the sounds he’s making and his cock stretching her as he moves inside her already have her teetering on the edge. Lexi can feel every inch of him drag against her walls with a snap of his hips, making the tension inside her build quickly.
Lexi wraps her legs around his waist, pressing her stillettos into his ass to pull him in deeper. He speeds up, eyes closing as he bites down on his bottom lip. His hands tighten on her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Lexi's eyes flutter shut while she concentrates on the sensations rolling over her. She lets herself get lost in the feel of Dean inside of her and the movement of his hands over her body. She opens her eyes and watches his face contort in pleasure. She shifts under him, tugging him closer to catch his lips in a kiss.
Dean pulls away, lets his tongue trail over her bottom lip and brushes his lips gently against hers. He moves to her jawline and slowly kisses his way up to her ear, where he lingers, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
He feels the exact moment when they hit that sweet spot. He feels the pressure building inside of him and bites down on his lip, pushing further into her, knowing he's not going to last much longer. Lexi squeezes her legs around his waist and he can feel the slight tremble going through them, feel her wet heat tightening around him, bringing him that much closer to the edge.
Lexi bites down on her bottom lip to stifle her moans as the sensations rolling over her intensify. She feels her body tighten and tingle, her vision blurring as Dean continues to thrust into her. She digs her nails into his back and moans his name.
Dean hooks her right leg over his shoulder and continues thrusting, setting a harsh pace as he chases after his own orgasm. He shuts his eyes, hips bucking, as he calls out her name. Moments later, he collapses on top of her and lays there catching his breath, then rolls off her. He lays on his back, exhaling loudly as he looks up at the ceiling, then reaches for Lexi and wraps her up in his arms. Burying his face in her hair he whispers, “Damn, I needed that…”