This is a story about Scarlet Moore, the struggles she had to face, and how she both recovered and found strength from them. From meeting Jensen Ackels and then later Dean Winchester.
P.S. This is a story based on Scarlet Moore and her life and on...
"Oh, the sounds you make with every breath you take. It's unlike anything when you're loving me."
Jensen's POV
I can't help the cocky smirk that spreads across my face and the extra swagger in my step when I hear her comment. I know what I'm bringing to the party so to speak and mighty proud of it. But knowing she likes what she sees is the best feeling in the world. Actually, scrap that, the taste of her still on my tongue, knowing I gave her that pleasure. I'm feeling like the king of the world at the moment. I put the condom on and kneel on the bed to move over her. She reaches out to touch me and I put my hand up, I have to stop her.
"Darlin' I'm not gonna lie if you touch me right now this is going to be a much shorter night than either of us want. This is your night remember. Your comfort and pleasure."
She pouts slightly as she speaks. "But what if what I want is to explore every inch of this incredible body in front of me? Touch, tease, taste." She kisses me after she says the last part and I'm no longer sure she is heaven-sent just for me. I'm starting to think the devil sent her to torment my soul. Get control of yourself Ackles before you embarrass yourself like a horny teenager on his first time. Fuck it. I don't even think I was this nervous on my first time. Think of sport, think of grandmas and puppies. Except all I can think of is sinking into her body. I have to be calm, I have to be gentle. I can't be my usual self.
"You ok there big boy? You seem to have drifted off somewhere else. It's a little unsettling given the current circumstances. You know like all dressed but no action." I swear she shouldn't be making me laugh this much during sex.
"Sorry darlin'. I'm here I promise. Just trying to keep control." She grabs the sides of my face and looks me dead in the eyes as she says the next part.
"I don't want control Jay. I want you. All of you. Don't hold back please." The honesty I see in her eyes astounds me. "No pressure, no stress. Just you and me. I know you're scared of breaking me but I'm stronger than I look. You've already made me feel better than I think I ever have."
"I need one thing before we do this." She nods slowly for me to continue. "I need to know this is ok. This is what you want" She nods again quicker this time. "I need the words Scar."
"I've got words for you Jay. Get the fuck out of your own head and fuck me. Fuck me hard. Do all the things both of us have been dying to do since the day we met." She's grabbed my ass cheek while she's been talking, and I feel the bite of her nails. Fuck. I kiss her to try to calm both of us as I slowly enter her and try not to lose my mind. She feels so good. I give her a second to relax, I know I'm on the larger size and that's it's been a while for her. She grabs my ass with both hands now and the whole pleasure pain thing is a huge motivation to get me moving. Despite what she said I still start off slow, but I think at this point that's more for my sake than hers. I start to pick up speed when I feel her moving up to meet me. Her nails are now running up and down my back and it feels incredible. If she carries on, she will leave her mark on me, and I don't care one bit. I will happily wear the mark of her pleasure. I'm just hoping I can last long enough to watch her come once more. I push my luck and give her what she asked for. I fuck her and I fuck her hard. I've lost all control now. The feel of her and hearing her sweet noises is turning me into a madman. I raise up onto my knees and pull her hips up to give me a deeper angle. From the noise she makes I'm feeling she's enjoying this change as much as I am. This new change also gives me the chance to reach up and play with her. It doesn't take long before I feel the tell-tale sign of her tightening around my cock, and it takes my pleasure up a few notches.
Watching her fall apart in front of me is an incredible sight to see. I know it won't be long before I follow her. It's too much. My movements are sloppy now, all control long gone and I'm so close to the edge. I feel the pull of my orgasm hit me deep in my stomach and I'm struggling to catch my breath.
I fall as gently as I can on top of her. I try my hardest to keep my weight off her, but I think all the energy left my body when I came. We are both a hot, sticky, sweaty mess struggling to breathe properly.
I feel her chuckle underneath me and I smile. I kiss her forehead and ask if she's ok.
"No, I think. words are hard. Shhhh now." I can't help but laugh at her. She's so cute right now. "I think you gave a whole new meaning to fucked my brains out." Now I'm full-on laughing. I feel myself slide from her sweet body and kiss her on her forehead again before heading to the bathroom to deal with the condom.
When I come back in she's moved as in lying on her front with the covers only coming up to the top of her glorious ass. It also gives me my first full glimpse of the beautiful tattoo she has going up her spine. I slide into bed next to her and she lifts up so I can put my arm under her head. She's lying half on top of me, and I stroke her back as I speak.
"Thank you. Thank you for trusting me. And for probably the best sex I've ever had." How can I not thank her when I feel like she has given me something I don't deserve
"Mmmmmmm, only probably." She mumbles before she lifts her head to look at me. "I may have to work on that. Fuck that 'probably' right out of it."
"That sounds like a good plan for the rest of the night. I might just need a minute first though." I feel her chuckle and the movement causes her breasts to rub against my chest. Maybe less than a minute than I thought.
"You keep stroking my back and I'm good to go. It happens to be one of my biggest turn-ons." She speaks. That doesn't mean I stop stroking her back. But it does bring my attention back to it.
"So I wanna ask about the tattoo. I saw it the other night but was too far away to see what it was."
"My phoenix? It seemed kind of fitting. I have a completely new life now. I burnt my old one down to the ground and as the tattoo says 'From the ashes I shall rise.' Seemed fitting." She shrugs.
"I think it's beautiful and fits you so well. Except why blue not red?"
"Blue is my favourite colour believe it or not. Plus, I was going for an Icey fire." She laughs. "Cause ya know I'm as cold as ice. Ice, ice baby." She sings the last part and has me laughing again. I swear it shouldn't feel this good. I don't think I've ever laughed during foreplay, sex or after before this. Everything is just so casual and relaxed. Like she said just me and her.
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"Ok, you've had your minute and I do believe it's my turn to explore. Ready or not here I come!" she says as she kisses down my chest. She moves the bedding out of her way as she climbs between my legs and looks at my cock like a starving woman.
My last conscious thought before my brain switches off completely as her hand strokes me. That silky touch as she lowers her head. All I can say is "Oh, Fuck!"
