The unforgettable day

Chapter Two

"Shhhh" she answered kissing down the centre of his chest her hands moving down to his hips as her lips settled just above the curling hair around his cock, making sure not to touch him. Her tongue making circles and swirls and he was sure he was going insane, he could feel the heat of her body so close, and yet much too far away.

"Ky-Kytarah- Oh, Kytarah"

Smiling against his skin, she let her hand move down between them and grab him, lifting herself off of him just enough to line him up against her folds and slowly, achingly slowly, settle herself down around him, and then, much to his dismay, she didn't move.

She must have known he was ready to take over and flip them so he could move within her because she grabbed his hands and pushed them down on either side of his head before kissing his lips, and exploring his mouth with her tongue, not once moving her hips, enjoying just feeling him inside of her. It wasn't until she kissed down his jaw to his neck and bit down that she started to move, keeping his hands up and away as she rocked against him.

She moved slowly at first, wanting to keep the fire between them burning, but the more she moved, the more she couldn't control herself. She let go of his hands and sat up letting her head fall back as he grabbed her hips with one hand, thrusting up to meet her every time she rocked forward.

"Oh Dean, so- so close," she moaned as she grabbed her breasts and mimicked the way his hands massaged them, rocking faster against him.

"Please" he begged, he wasn't sure how she was able to hold back, he was ready to explode and he hadn't even been inside her yet. She moved her head and her hair brushed against him, hot and heavy against his stomach, and his eyes rolled back slightly as he let out a soft moan.

He let his hands roam her back, dipping low to squeeze her bottom and try and move her closer, but she resisted, instead kissing and biting her way back up his stomach and chest. Biting one nipple and licking at the other. He felt her breasts brush against him, a sensation that tore a moan from his lips and caused him to thrust towards her seeking more.

Dean had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to not come undone at that, he needed her with him. Still holding one hip in a bruising grip, he moved his other one between them, his fingers gathering the slick moisture before pressing into the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. She let out a breathy moan as her body started to quake and he knew she was close.
"Come for me love," he urged as she continued to move, her movements erratic, his fingers dancing against her.

He felt her clench around him as she called his name in a broken cry and he pulled her down towards him in a kiss, exploring her mouth as he thrust harder and faster against her.

"Dean, come-" she managed before he tensed and cried out against her neck, biting down as she had done to him, her body milking him of his orgasm as she rode out the rest of hers.

He held her tight against his chest as their bodies slowly stopped shuddering. He reached down to grab his coat to cover them, tucking her head against his chest, and drawing lazy circles against her arms and back.

Her soft "I love you," was the last sound he heard before he fell asleep, his true love still wrapped around him.

Dean looked up from the deposit book as he heard the bell at the front door of his shop. He smiled when he saw Kytarah coming through the door.

"Dinner time already?" he asked as she walked towards him, her coat in her hands. She nodded and smiled, finishing the distance between them and leaning in for a soft kiss.

"I was hoping we could go to Granny's for hamburgers," she said, eyes dancing.

He smiled, knowing he could never say no to anything she asked.

"Sounds wonderful, let me just finish up, I'm almost done."

Kytarah went to the back of the shop and pulled a book out of her bag as she sat on the cot. Despite what he said, she knew he wouldn't just be a moment, so she settled in to wait for him.

She was half way through the next chapter when he pushed the curtain dividing the shop aside and stepped into the back, a smile on his face as he took her in, lost in her book. Her hair was pulled back in a loose knot at the nape of her neck, but a few curls had fallen forward. He was slightly surprised to see some grey strands weaved through, because regardless of the years they'd been together, he still always saw her as if it were the same day they met. He wondered briefly what she saw when she looked at him and he laughed darkly, a broken sound, some things were better not thought of.

Kytarah looked up at the sound, a confused look on her face.

"Dean?"

"I was just thinking of the first night we spent on that cot," he answered quickly, covering up his dark thoughts with far more pleasurable ones.

Her eyes darkened a shade, and her breath caught, and he knew she was remembering too. It had been his idea all along. When he came into work that morning, something triggered that particular memory and he spent most of the day trying to suppress it, lest he make a fool of himself in front of a customer.

"Come, let's go get something to eat," he said, grinning wolfishly. Belle took her time putting her book back in her bag and getting up off the cot. But then she was beside him and she had her hand in his and was leading them out the store, giving him barely enough time to lock the door before pulling him after her in the direction of the diner.

They chatted as they ate, and he was a little amazed that they still had things to talk about. But she still asked him for stories about their former home, which he was always happy to share, and in turn she was always willing to divulge the plot of her newest book.

They talked well after their food had been cleared away and the bill taken care of. Holding hands across the table, he lazily drew circles against her palms, while under the table her foot ran up and down his leg.

He squeezed her hands and turned to stand up, grabbing his cane as he slipped out of the booth. Following his lead, she linked her arm through his and said good night to Granny as they walked out into the cool night. They walked home arm in arm, going slow because of his cane, but neither could care less, they enjoyed their time together, however it was spent.

Once there, he unlocked the door and stepped inside turning on the light as he did and she slipped inside with him. Taking her coat from her he hung both of them up before making his way to the stairs.

"Do you want tea before bed?" she asked as he started up, he turned and smiled as he nodded before continuing up towards their bedroom.

Kytarah put the kettle on and gathered the tea supplies on a tray while Dean got ready for bed. It was their usual routine, and he believed their earlier flirtation had been forgotten in favour of brushing teeth and making tea. Not that he minded and not that he loved her any less, but the passion had cooled for now, and he was okay with that, comfortable if you will. He made his way to the bed and turned down her side before crawling into bed, pulling his book off the table as Dean walked in with the tea tray. Setting it down on the table beside him, she bent down to kiss him on the forehead before slipping away to the bathroom.