Babysitting - A Dean Winchester Love Story

Chapter 23

Dean's eyes widened as he marvelled at Cora's petite, naked body. He couldn't help the blush take over his face at this unexpected event.

A lewd smile grew on the libidinous woman's face. She enjoyed every moment that Dean's eyes roamed her body, learning about every aspect of her of her physicality: Cora's slender body was the eldest Winchester's only focus. She was immediately becoming a need to him. He needed to touch her; to feel her.

Dean took a step forward, letting his tongue moisten his lips in anticipation. He could not suppress his eagerness as he began to feel a small throbbing in his jeans. Cora reached up and began to caress his face, showing her love for the man in front of her; only innocence and care were prevalent on the young woman's face as she stared into Dean's gorgeous green eyes. Despite Cora being stark-naked, he didn't know how to touch her: she was precious too him. He placed his hand gently on hers. Leaning down to kiss the woman he adored, he removed his hand from hers and lightly traced the curves on the left side of her body until he reached her arse. Cupping both of his hands underneath, he pressed slightly into the cheeks in order to silently tell her to jump and wrap her legs around his waist: she did immediately. He walked the two of them up the stairs, never stopping the kiss that was getting more and more heated as they got closer to Cora's bedroom.

As soon as the pair entered the room, Cora dropped her legs and grabbed his hand, smirking at his enthusiasm. She led him to the bed, where they both noticed a small wet patch at the bottom of Dean's t-shirt.

"I guess you just turn me on," Cora grinned as Dean laughed at her attempt at talking dirty to him.

He took no time in removing his shirt and jeans, leaving his boxers as the only source of restriction from his growing erection. Cora's eyes trailed down his body as she, too, gazed at him, feeling somewhat hypnotised. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, indicating to his erection. Cora knelt in front of him, her hands on his thighs. She began by tugging at the material, lowering his boxers so they were heaped around his ankles. She immediately grabbed his penis, moving her hand up and down the shaft. She varied pace and the tightness of her grip as she slowly brought her head closer to his tip. Cora opened her mouth, excited for him to be inside of her in some way. She started by licking the underside of his shaft, up and down; when she was at the tip of his penis once more, she sucked on it slowly, allowing her lips to make a popping sound when she pulled away. As she took all of him inside of her mouth, Cora placed her hands on his balls, massaging them gently as her head bobbed up and down his throbbing member. Cora's pace quickened as Dean's moaning, and the pulling of her hair only encouraged her more.

"I'm so close..." Dean's voice became nothing more than a whisper. As this simple sentence left his mouth, Cora's mouth left him. Dean looked down at her, disappointed that he was not able to complete the orgasm that he was looking forward too.

"Kiss me." Dean was hesitant as he knew that he would be able to taste himself on her lips, but when he did not move, she ordered him again: "Kiss me, Mr Winchester." She grabbed his neck and pulled him forward, forcing them to crash into each other and fall onto the bed. Despite the evident taste of his cock now in his mouth, Dean couldn't help but grin as a result of Cora's slight dominance over the situation. However, it was she who was now pinned to the bed, panting onto Dean's hair as his kisses trailed down to her collarbone, leisurely getting lower and lower. Soon enough, Dean had reached Cora's wetness. Oh, how he had been revelling in the idea of being able to lick her; to taste her. As Dean's tongue went to work, he couldn't help but look at the woman in front of him: her hair a mess, her fists balling up the sheets - he loved it.

"Dean..." His name: so simple, so pure, so beautiful. "I want you inside me," she managed to say through the moans and incredible feeling he was giving her. A little too quickly, Dean was positioning himself between Cora's legs. Both hunters sweating, panting, stared at each other in this pre-orgasmic state. They smiled at one another; Dean interlocked his left hand with her right as he guided himself into her vagina. The moan that escaped Cora's body was so loud as the quick surge of pain was replaced with nothing but plain pleasure. As Dean rocked back and forward, he quickened his pace as she bucked her hips in favour of this current motion. He grabbed her face and began to kiss her as his thrusts continued; both were groaning in pure bliss. Cora bit Dean's bottom lip slightly as he slowed down his movement. "God, you're amazing, Cora." It was the first time in this entire ordeal that he had uttered her name. She smiled at him - that original care being displayed on her face. She brought his face closer to hers once more and kiss him so tenderly that it was like this moment was the most important in the entire world. Dean's pace became faster as he could feel both, him and the beautiful woman he was on top of come. The clenching feeling around his penis was his finishing point as he quickly removed himself from Cora and came in the sock that he was previously wearing.

"Oh, classy, Dean." She couldn't help but giggle at what she had just witnessed. She felt like she was in school again, and that this was her first time. Cora knew that this man, who had just lay down next to her, was the most beautiful and important thing in her life.