Tennessee Whiskey AU

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

"Give it up baby, what are you afraid of? Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of."

 

Scarlett's POV

"How selfish of me to not keep up." He flips onto his back with the enthusiasm of a small child and yanks his shorts down and off. He turns back over to face me in a matter of seconds and all I can do is chuckle. He's now just in a pair of black boxers. Let me say it's a huge improvement. Low-riding, tight-fitting black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. He felt good pressed against me but this is a whole new take on things. The man has an incredible body. I want it all, I want to feel it all, taste it. Anything and everything. I could spend the next week taking every inch of it in and still want more.

"Like watcha see darlin'"

"Abso fucking lutly!" He's laughing again. And then we're both laughing.

"That makes two of us. I like seeing you in my bed. I like the fruity smell of your hair, I like the taste of your skin. I like the way your body feels next to mine and I love the sounds of your moans in my ear as I bring you pleasure."

"See how you are so put together? Too smooth for your own good." She chuckles

"This is about you. Making sure how much I treasure this moment with you."

"Why do I feel like a real assault on your five senses."

"Oh, fuck yes! And I couldn't say I mind one bit."

Our bodies are pressed together as his hands roam from my hair down my body, and back up again. Until he grabs my ass cheek and bites down on my neck. Jesus Fucking Christ, I'm so glad he's stopped being so soft and gentle. Not that I minded it. His hands on me feel incredible but wherever this rougher edge in him has come from, I can't say I would ever complain. He can grab and bite me anywhere he wants. I can maybe suggest a few places.

The moans in his ear that he seems to love so much seem to spur him on. He moves his hand to undo my bra, I should probably tell him it does up at the front. We both start laughing again. None of our laughter is in a mean way but it is making me feel more comfortable.

"Fuck's sake. I've been defeated by a bra." He groans. "Fuck it how attached to it are you?"

"It's new to not very. Why?"

"I'll buy you another one. Fuck it I'll buy you twelve." He says as he grabs hold of my bra with both hands and rips the lace off my body.

"Fuck, I think that's the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

"Oh, if you think that's hot you are gonna love tonight," he says as he takes my nipple into his mouth. He skillfully plays with the other one between his thumb and forefinger. I roll onto my back to give him better access. He takes full advantage and has me worked up into a whimpering mess in what feels like seconds. Moving effortlessly from one breast to the other.

He works his way down my body. Kissing and licking my stomach. Tender strokes with his strong hands. I couldn't even tell you where his hands are, they feel like they're everywhere all at once. I've officially been upgraded to a quivering mess now. I have no idea how much more of this I can take before I completely lose control of my mind.

His hands hook the side of my underwear as he strokes up the sides of my body. I feel myself begging for more. More of his hands, more of his mouth. Just fucking more of him. All of him. I feel him chuckle against my stomach and I know he's heard my pleas. Cocky bastard, like he needed any more confidence. He gives me one last long lick up my stomach before moving to kneel between my legs.

"Don't worry darlin' I've got you, and I promise I'll be gentle. This time." He winks at me and has the biggest smirk on his face. My melting brain is trying to figure out if I actually want him to be gentle or not. He grasps the sides of my thing on slides it from my body so slowly I have to fight the strong urge to help him out. Once he's accomplished his task, I feel his eyes on me and for a moment I struggle to do anything. Think, move breathe. This is really happening. He caresses his hands up the insides of my thighs. It feels like it takes him weeks to get him anywhere near where I need him. He's kissing my legs, his hands getting so close but stopping just before they reach their final destination. He's teasing me and by the look on his face, he's enjoying it far too much. The bastard.

"Paybacks a bitch Ackles, remember that." I manage to mutter. Feeling slightly bold I run my hands through his hands a couple of times. Making him think I'm playing nice, just before I grab his hair and gently tug him to where I need him. I can be gentle all he wants, I might not be. I know what I want and feel like we've been teasing each other for days now. I've had enough, I want to no need to come now!

He chuckles slightly and the feel of his breath over my most sensitive parts is enough to have me squirming. He uses his hands to spread my thighs further apart so he can settle between my legs where he wants to be. Before he finally ever so slowly lowers his mouth. One long swipe of his tongue and he moans in pleasure and my hips are flying off the bed. I'm now a moaning puddle seeing moons, stars, and swear words at this point and he's hardly touched me. This isn't something I was a huge fan of. Clearly, I was with the wrong people, well I knew that anyway. Shit, not the right time for my head to go down that route. This man's mouth can bring me pleasure anywhere on my body. How am I supposed to kiss him in public knowing what that mouth can do? Shit just seeing him speak might be the death of me. His lips always seem to have this shine to them. Do you think he puts something on them to draw attention to those gorgeous lips? Well at the moment he has. Me. Ha,Ha,Ha. What the fuck am I doing? Focus Scar for fuck's sake.

His mouth moves beautifully over every inch of me. He seems to sense I need more to get me over the edge and slides two fingers inside me while his tongue still plays its merry game. I'm gone. I want from craving just a little more or being completely overwhelmed in seconds. Mentally I've smashed through the ceiling and am flying into space. I don't think I've ever felt an orgasm that intense. He does the gentlemanly thing and helps me work through it before kissing his way back up my body. As he reaches my neck he stops and whispers in my ear. "Watching you fall apart is the sexist thing I've ever seen or heard darlin'." His words raise my temperature all over again. I reach up to tenderly stroke his face and his eyes lock with mine. I see an intensity in those deep green pools and lose myself for a minute. I can see the longing and passion in them, but there's also something I don't recognize. Or maybe I just can't bring myself to put a name to it. I kiss him trying to express my gratitude, sounds stupid but he's just given me the best sexual experience of my life and I have no doubt that's it's not over yet. How can I not feel thankful?

He moves off me completely and I wonder if I've done something wrong or if this is over before it's really begun. I shiver at the sense of loss. His body heat from mine. I hear myself whimper and the cockiest look is on his face, again! It takes me a second to click on that he's getting a condom out of the drawer. I'm glad someone is prepared mine are in my handbag in the lounge somewhere. He removes those tight boxers and I think I simultaneously forget how to breathe and swallow my tongue. And I thought his body was incredible before this. All that's running through my mind is the words 'his throbbing manhood' Don't ask I read it in a book once but have never been able to fully appreciate them until now.

I take a large gulp of oxygen and mutter the only words I can think of. "Oh, fuck!"