Witch way

Chapter 7 what was that?

Harper immediately pulled back and quickly jumped off the top of the car. Dean speedily followed

"Hey don't run off, what happened?"

"I need to leave, it's too late, we're in the middle of nowhere!" Harper scrambled to the car door and Dean jumped in front.

"Please don't panic. I'm sorry, I don't normally do things like that. I'm quite controlled, but I just felt it was right. I didn't.."

"No, it's fine. I'm just not that girl. I've been through too much and... I just can't… it's not..." Harper started to breathe heavily and quickly like a panic attack was coming on. Dean bent down and looked her in the eyes. He held her arms softly and a wave of relief washed through her instantly like she had never felt. It felt weird.

"Hey, Hey, calm down. It's okay. I can take you back. Don't worry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry if it wasn't nice". He brushed her hair off her face.

Harper felt calm, unusually calm like she never had with anyone else, like water had washed through her whole body.

"I'm just not... used to it. This has all been so... weird. I just... what is it?" she looked at Dean with confusion. He looked straight back at her. Silence fell again. Wind through the leaves filled the air and Harper never felt so calm.

Dean started to lean in for a kiss but stopped as if he didn't want to overwhelm her. Harper suddenly found herself reaching up to him and firmly planting her lips on his.

The kiss felt like electric through her body, their tongues fought together as they kept fully interlocked. Dean ran his hand into her hair as he pushed deeper and with the other arm picked her up. He gently laid her down on the grass, which felt cold and hard on her back, but she barely even noticed as Deans' heat from his body kept her warm.

Dean's hands ran down her body as he felt her hips and the top of her trousers. He pulled out of the kiss and looked at her. It was as if, without words, he was asking her for permission. Harper felt unbelievably safe for the first time ever.

"Yes" she said without hesitation.

He returned to her lips and gently unbuttoned her trousers and pulled them down. At the same time, Harper started to unbuckle Dean's belt and run her hand at the top of his boxer's waistband. Dean's hand now ran to her corset top and unzipped it from the front to reveal her breasts in the air. His head lifted from her mouth, and he looked at her as if to take her all in. Harper was now very aware she was in the middle of nowhere completely naked with a strange man, and yet she felt no fear?

Dean's mouth ran down to her left n****e as he gently kissed it and pulled it between his lips. His right hand jumped to the left one which he gently teased and tugged, which caused a moan to escape Harper's lips. She hadn't said any of her likes, but he automatically knew her body.

Harper's hands pulled his jeans and boxers down and her hand delicately pulled onto his shaft. This evoked a deep grumble from dean like thunder. His left hand ran in between her thighs, and he felt liquid escaping her.

" sorry" Harper mumbled

"Don't apologize, I f*****g love it" Dean said without so much as moving his head from his position. His left hand slipped into hers, and he slowly moved his fingers in and out, which made Harper breathe, so heavily she couldn't help but let more moans escape from her. Dean fastened his pace and Harper couldn't help but arch her back and moan louder. The forest made it echo back louder.

Dean pulled his head up and looked her straight in the eyes again. His deep hazel eyes locked into harpers.

"Please?" he whispered softly.

Was he asking her? Asking her what?

"Please what?" Harper responded.

"Please can I?"

permission. Harper was astounded, as this had never happened before.

She pulled his head back into hers. "Yes, f**k yes."

And with that, Dean gently eased himself into her as they both let out a moan together.

Dean started slowly, like he wanted to enjoy it as he wrapped his arm underneath her back to pull her hips in closer. He thrust harder and faster, moving his hips in a rhythm that Harper managed to match uncannily, and Harper held her forehead against his, and they breathed in tandem. Dean was letting out groans like an animal and with one final thrust, he pushed himself into her and they orgasmed together.

Dean held her against him. Harper's heavy breathing slowed down to a normal pace. She looked up at the stars and was present at the moment.

He quickly got up and pulled her onto her feet. They both scrambled for clothes and got dressed hastily. Dean let out a soft chuckle and Harper glanced at him.

"What?"

"Nothing just..." he shook his head and looked at her "Nothing. I had better get you home."

Harper jumped to the passenger side a bit in disbelief. Dean got into the drivers and he started the car. He pulled off, and they drove off in silence. The whole car journey in silence. But Harper didn't feel uncomfortable. She just sat with a half smile on her face. She glanced at Dean, and he had his eyes firmly on the road, And looked down at her hands in her lap. She felt strange, calm but nervous and excited and happy and confused all at the same time. She didn't know what to say because she had never done something like anything before.

"Where is it I'm taking you?" Dean broke the crisp silence.

" Um to the park and down to the left and then the 3rd right" she managed to murmur out.

He sailed past the park as she stared at the spot earlier that night that had kicked off this whole situation.

He pulled up in front of her apartment complex. Harper felt embarrassed that she even lived here and that he was seeing this building.

Dean jumped out of the car and quickly ran round to the passenger side. He opened the door and she hopped out.

"So..." Harper looked down.

" Home and sleep?" Dean looked at his watch. He didn't need to look at his watch. The sky was getting light.

"Yes, I'll... message you tomorrow or today or whenever..." Harper mumbled and looked up… His eyes lit up, and his face took a cheeky grin. She saw that little boy again. She giggled and found herself putting her hand on his cheek. He turned his face to it and closed his eyes. Like a little puppy with its owner. She was so confused but she said nothing. He planted a kiss on her forehead and she spun off and pulled her keys out of her bag. She climbed the stairs, pushed the key into her front door and gently walked down the hallway to her box bedroom. She sat down, pulled her shoes off and flopped back onto the bed.

What was that?