Shivers went down my spine as his voice vibrated through me. His hand moved my hair, and his lips met my neck. My body leaned back into his and I laced my fingers through his hair. Hot breath, soft lips, moist tongue and firm fingers created a perfect storm of sensations across my body.
Feeling over my shoulder, I clawed at his shirt. Grabbing the fabric, I pulled it over his back. I spun around and helped it over his arms. Immediately my mouth connected with Sam's firm chest. I rested my hands on his sides, and slowly kissed around his pecs.
Sam's large hands rested on my neck just below my ears. Tilting my head back, his lips eagerly kissed mine. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. As the kiss deepened, my hands moved down, inside the sides of his pants. No matter how much or little clothing he had on, his skin was always so warm. I loved touching it.
Moving me back, I hit the edge of the table. I felt the pressure of Sam leaning into me. I pulled back from the kiss. "Here?" I turned to look at the table.
He smiled. "Why not?"
"It won't... Break?" He shook his head, grinning. "Oh. Do I want to know?"
"Probably not." He laughed. "We can go back to my room."
"Hell no." I hopped up onto the table, turned around and knelt in front of him. Touching his stomach, I ran my hands up his skin, resting on his shoulders.
"Now what?" His voice was deep again.
Leaning forward, I placed my mouth to his ear. I nipped at his skin, then quietly and slowly said, "I want you to fuck me on this table."
A low rumble came out of Sam's throat as he turned his head. Moving away from his ear, we made eye contact. His eyes were filled with excitement, his lips formed a smirk. He leaned in for a kiss, but I backed up further onto the table. Sam followed.
Before I got too far away, he grabbed me. I giggled as he pulled me to him. We knelt before each other, bodies pressed together, arms tightly entwined and kissed. It wasn't a rough or frantic kiss. More controlled, slow. Moving together, he lifted his shirt off me. After tossing it, his hands moved down my hips, sliding my panties and his shorts down.
He wrapped an arm around me, and lowered me down to the table. My legs moved under him. I slid and kicked the remainder of my clothes off the edge of the table. Once again, I was completely naked under Sam. It was so exhilarating.
His pants were just within in reach, and I tugged on them. Sam pushed them and his shorts off his hips. The sight of his mostly naked body, kneeling above me was overwhelming. I had become so turned on. He was fully excited and so was I. His chest heaved as he looked down at me.
Placing hands on each side of my head, he leaned down to me. Softly he kissed the skin on my shoulders, chest and neck. His hair tickled my skin and I pushed my fingers through it so I could watch his face. His kissing continued down the side of my breast and over my stomach.
He sat back on his knees and removed his shorts and pants completely. Eyes locked on mine, Sam lifted my left leg. His lips trailed over my inner thigh, knee and calf before resting my ankle on his shoulder. Moving forward, he placed himself between my legs. Without warning he slipped two fingers inside me. My legs tightened and I made an inhuman noise. "Making sure you're ready," he grinned as he removed his fingers and then put them in his mouth.
"Fuck." I sighed. "Sam, please." He smiled as he removed his fingers.
With my leg still on his shoulder, he entered me with ease. As usual, he waited a moment before moving. He was larger than most and although I've been with him before, it did take some getting used to. When I opened my eyes and smiled, he moved. Holding himself up, he pushed in hard and pulled out slowly. My chest arched and his head dropped forward. I moved my hands to his hair and my right leg wrapped around his hips.
"Sam," I whispered repeatedly. His movements were steady and strong. I moved my leg off his shoulder. My hands dropped to the table, and I moved onto my elbows. Our mouths met as Sam kept thrusting into me.
"I'm so close." Sam spoke against my mouth. Leaning on my right arm, I wrapped my left arm around Sam's back. I moved my mouth to his ear.
"Keep going, Sam. Come on." I breathed. "Slow." I dropped onto my back. Both legs wrapped around Sam's hips. His pace slowed, but kept steady. My hips began to rise to meet his. Sam's eyes closed and I felt every muscle tighten. I reached for his face and lifted his head. "Look at me." His eyes opened. "Let go." He thrusted a few more times before coming inside me. His movements slowed until I came.
He dropped onto my chest, his head resting on my breasts. My fingers slowly traced his back until both our breathing slowed. He lifted his head, resting his chin on me. "I'm so glad you showed up." He smiled.
"Me too." All I could do was smile. I ran my hands through his hair, smoothing it down. Sam pulled back onto his knees and pulled me up. I pulled my legs in front of me, suddenly realizing I was naked in the middle of the bunker. Hopefully Dean didn't decide to come in.
"So you're staying a few days?" Sam asked as he got off the table.
"You know me, nothing ever planned." I scooted to the edge of the table.
"Stay right there." Sam jogged off to the hall, returning with two blankets. He wrapped one around me and the other around him. "Come on."
He led me up the stairs and down the corridor to the door. "Sam?" He grinned and opened the front door. Propping it open, he went out into the cool night air. Hesitantly following, I stepped outside. The sky was bright with stars. The lack of city lights made them brighter. "Wow." I whispered.
Sam sat on the steps and motioned for me to sit. I positioned myself between his legs. We sat wrapped in our blankets, talking about whatever, for hours. A loud rumble and a horn woke us even later.
"Are you naked?" Dean shouted as he got out of the impala. Sam was leaned against the railing, me snuggled against him, wrapped in our blankets.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I stood and winked. He curled his lip but smiled. "Get inside before you two get sick." I turned to look at Sam who was laughing.
After locking up, we went back to the main room. Dean was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at the table and discarded clothes. "Did you..? On the..? Seriously? Come on!"
"We'll clean up tomorrow." I said in his ear, whacking his ass as Sam and I headed for bed. I heard a distant 'that's my Sammy' as I closed Sam's door.
