Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 26 - I like to Watch This

Katie's POV

When Sam showed me to his room, I looked around in wonder. There were bookcases filled with books, posters and artwork on the walls, and a beautiful Persian carpet on the floor. "Wow," I said. Sam looked at me questioningly. "Well, when they showed you guys coming here in the show, you didn't decorate your room because you didn't see it as home," I answered.

He smiled and shrugged. "Guess I didn't when we first got here. But I changed my mind over time." He walked over to me, took me in his arms and looked in my eyes. "Or maybe I was just getting it ready for you." He said."

Wow, here we go again with not being able to breathe or stand very well, I thought. He leaned down and kissed me, and I had to hold onto him to steady myself. "I love you," he said." I said I loved him too but the words hardly seemed adequate.

When we had gotten back from the other world, the boys had been waiting for us in the car. We all dumped our research materials in the study and Maggie and I went to our room to get some night clothes. When we broke apart from our kisses, I said, "I'd like to shower and change, okay?"

He said, "Sure, but don't be too long," he said, "I can't stand it." I could tell he had already showered before we had gotten back. God he smelled so wonderful! I grabbed my bag of personal stuff and headed for the shower. Maggie and I had packed some sexy nightwear when we went to our apartment the last time, and I had picked out a black silky negligee to wear for this encounter.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing it, his eyes grew wide and he whistled softly. "Wow, you look absolutely stunning," he said.

"Thank you," I said kind of nervously laughing. "Isn't it amazing what pretty clothes can do for someone."

"Katie, you make the clothes look good, not the other way around."

When I made a sound that indicated disbelief, he grabbed both my arms in his huge hands and shook me gently. "Katie, do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course," I said puzzled.

"Do you think I would ever lie to you?"

I thought seriously about that and said, "Probably, yeah, I could see that happening under the right circumstances."

He looked a bit exasperated, looked to the side for a moment and then said, "Okay fine, do you think I would lie to you about my feelings for you or about what I think of you?"

Again, I considered carefully. "No," I said, "I don't believe you would do that."

Still holding my arms tightly, he looked directly into my eyes, with the most serious look I had ever seen him have this close up. "Then you listen to me, Katie Rosetti," he said, kind of giving me a little shake with each phrase as he spoke, "and you listen good. You are a beautiful woman, you look just like your sister. Just exactly like your sister. And you think she is beautiful, which she is. That means you are too, no matter what you happen to think. And I am going to make it my personal goal to get you to see that reality. So every time I hear you say or do anything disparaging about yourself, I am going to call you on it. Do you get me? When I tell you how beautiful you are, I mean it."

He stopped talking but kept staring into my eyes until I nodded slowly. Then he pulled me to him and just held me tightly, until he felt me relax. Then he held me away from him and said, again, smiling sweetly, "My god, Katie, you look absolutely stunning."

For a few minutes I couldn't react at all, but finally I got my breath in control enough to say, "Thank you," and hoped it sounded like I meant it. This whole time his eyes had never left mine.

He smiled then and said, "Good girl!." Then he pulled me close again and said, "Now come here and let me make love to my beautiful woman."

Just like the first time, he was able to make me feel things that were new to me. He was sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, but always loving, always watching me closely for my reactions. He seemed to know exactly what my buttons were, how to talk to me, what exactly to say that drove me absolutely wild with desire for him.

He sent me to heavenly ecstasy several times and we had been laying in each other's arms, just holding each other close, when he started kissing me and caressing me again, getting things started for another round. "Sammy," I said, even though I was terribly nervous about what I had just decided to do.

"Hmm," he said, while kissing my neck. I swallowed and took the plunge, not knowing what I would make happen with what I was about to say.

"You've been doing everything for me. You've sent me places I never knew anyone could go. I want to do something for you. Please," I said, "tell me what you would like, tell me something that turns you on."

He never stopped kissing my neck, my lips, my shoulders, my neck again, never said a word, never even indicated he had heard me. But as he was doing all this kissing, he took his arm that was around me and he started caressing it. He started at the shoulder and worked his way slowly down, sometimes back up a little, then a little more down, kissing me, caressing me, driving me crazy. When he got to my hand he just gently lifted it up and moved it between my legs and gently started moving my fingers against that place of me that was already throbbing with burning heat.

"This," he said, between kisses, "I like to watch this." My body electrified with pleasure and I took in a deep breath that was nowhere near a silent one. I wanted to do this for him, I wanted it so badly. I started slowly, so slowly rubbing my fingers against myself. He covered my hand with his just lightly enough so he could feel what I was doing. Still kissing me, he repositioned himself slightly so he could watch me, which turned me on even more. God, I didn't see how it was possible to BE any more turned on, but my desire just kept on growing.

He alternated between watching me and kissing me for several moments. I was no longer able either to lie very still or stay very quiet. My body was burning up. Then he pressed his hand against mine a little harder, and said so softly into my ear, "Go inside," which sent yet another wave of electricity through me. I did as he asked, which was something I had never, ever done in front a man before. I was close, so close to exploding.

Then I felt his fingers joining mine inside me and that was it. That was all I could take. I finished in a wave of motion, and sound that got higher and higher pitched until the passion finally burned itself out. He leaned down and whispered, "Thank you," in my ear.

"Finish," I told him, "I want you to finish inside me." And he did exactly that. And as I watched his beautiful face, as I saw the wonder of how he looked in the throes of passion, moaning loudly, his head thrown back , his eyes closed, I realized that I was, for the first time caring that I was giving a man pleasure, for the first time actually even realizing that I was, understanding that with this man I did not merely have sex, but that we made love, beautiful love together. And I thanked whatever forces it was that had given me the most precious gift I had ever been given in my life.