It has always been you

Fire

"You're coming home. Next week." He repeats, almost as if he doesn't quite believe it. And its at this point I realise just how much it must have hurt him, me leaving how I did.

He lunges across the bed so quickly that I gasp. He grabs my face and places a strong hand either side of my face and claims me with his mouth. His kiss is strong and passionate. My mouth opens, inviting him in, and in turn his tongue caresses mine.

He pulls me into his lap, his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands softly caressing the skin on my back. He nibbles at my lower lip while his dark brooding eyes hold my gaze, before he continues his sweet assault down my jaw, to the spot just behind my ear lobe and down to the crook of my neck. He's holding my so close now, so tight that I can feel the dampness of his skin against my abdomen. 

His fingers form a trail up my spine until he takes a fist full of my hair and tilts my head back. I gasp an my lips part. 

"I need you Vanna. God. I need you so f*****g much" He whispers into my ear.

I just can't help myself. This man is my undoing. 

I sit up on my knees and press myself against him, kissing him hard.

He groans into my mouth, my response all the confirmation he needs from me for him to know I want him too. I need him more than I ever dare admit to myself. And if I'm fire, then he's the gasoline, pouring into me, setting me alight. No one fuels me and fulfils me like he does. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't love every moment of excitement he brings to me.

His hands rake down my body once more. This time, he fists the material of my panties and tears them away from my body, throwing the torn material across the room. There's something about the urgency and sheer masculinity of his actions that arouses me.

I gasp once more and call out his name.

"I know baby" he whispers to me.

his hand slides down the front of my body this time, and I scream in sheer ecstasy the moment his fingers press against my c******s. My breathing becomes more rapid as his fingers slide down my c******s and enter me. I tilt my head back and moan. Giving myself over to him.

"f**k. You're so wet Vannah. So ready"

His fingers rub against me quickly as he pulls the cotton bathrobe away from his waist.

He removed his fingers from me and I gasp.

His eyes are on me. He moves his fingers to his lips and sucks at his fingers and moans. Why is it such a turn on when he does that?

I'm panting heavily now.

he places his hands on my hips and throws himself down onto the bed, bulling me on top of him. I straddle him and place my hands against his abdomen, as I lower myself onto his large, thick c**k. He groans as he enters me, his fingers digging into my hips. I grind against him and we both begin to moan.

his hands grab at me desperately and pull me against him. he begins to thrust against me faster and I moan at every thrust. He pulls the cup of my bra underneath my breasts and begins teasing me with his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my n*****s.

He's tipping me over the edge

"I'm gonna c*m" I moan.

I feel his mouth curve against my skin.

"c*m for me baby".

I place my head in the crook of his neck, as he thrusts in and out of me faster and harder, our joint orgasm imminent.

I scream in sheer pleasure, not caring for those in the joining room that I am almost certain can hear us.

Dean begins panting faster, and he lets out a groan as he finishes.

it was only then did we realise, he wasn't wearing a condom.