A Destined Love - Sam Winchester

Lost & Found

Despite having seen her naked before, this felt like the first time all over again. She pulled the pin from her hair to let it fall loose down her back before she slipped her dark wash jeans off to reveal yellow lace panties with two little pink hearts on the rear and one on the front, it took a little longer for her to slip out of her white button down shirt but he wasn't disappointed when the fabric dropped and he was rewarded with an eyeful of yellow lace with one pink heart on each breast. “Beautiful” he breathed then unable to contain himself for even a second longer. Lexa seemed to have grown bold now she'd heard his comment and she wasted no time in straddling his lap, her breasts pressing against his chest and her thinly clothed sex just above his manhood. His hands were in her hair then, tugging her neck backward to expose her throat. She moaned as he unclasped her bra and launched an attack on her chest and somehow as she was lost in the pleasure she found herself pinned under his body. His weight felt utterly delicious on her body, his jeans roughly scraped her legs and she bucked suddenly desperate for what was coming. Sam knew exactly what she wanted and rose onto his knees to strip off his jeans, she watched him in reverence and beckoned him back to his place between her legs. Her hands gripped his forearms, marveling in the thickness and strength contained in those two limbs alone. He kissed his way down past her breast and across her stomach to her sex, the lacy fabric of her panties doing nothing to mask her readiness for him. She lifted her hips for him to slide off her panties which were cast aside someplace in the room and she moaned quietly as he pressed a kiss directly between her legs barely an inch away from her clit. “Sam!” she gasped as he began his meal, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. It was then that he realised it was the first time she had ever said his name and he was enthralled by just how right it sounded slipping out of her mouth in a moment of ecstasy. His tongue circled her sensitive clit making her squirm and gasp, her long nails scratching his scalp in a delicious massage as he entered her with two of his fingers. She swore and bucked her hips into his hand, desperate for more but he withdrew both his hand and his tongue to offer the two soaked fingers to her. She took the slick digits in her mouth and ducked, tasting herself as he did, her tongue tracing every surface of his finger only made him more eager to proceed. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly rubbed himself on her clit, that languid teasing gesture making her flush and bite her lower lip to keep quiet. Her silence didn't last for long however because a second or so later Sam entered her in one swift thrust, her slickness making it all too easy. She was tight and Sam moved slowly at first and savoured her whines and whimpers but soon enough he felt the sharp edge of her nails as she clawed at his back eager for more. He could not fight a moment longer and he gave in. Half garbled variations of his name mixed with curse words flooded from her mouth as he began to pound into her, his arms forming a steel cage in which she was held tight. Her lips littered kissed wherever they could, his face and his neck being the most popular. At one point he felt her teeth scrape across the vulnerable skin of his throat and he moaned a low growl before retaliating with a nip to her earlobe. Sam abruptly pulled out and flipped Lexa over so that she lie flat on her stomach, from here he could ravage her from a whole new angle. She wriggled her hips, grinding into the sheets for just a scrap of friction, she was so very close to her orgasm and she simply couldn't wait. Sam's hands held her hips tight, halting her self gratification in it's tracks as he slid into her heat making her whimper his name like a plea to god. She arched herself into his thrusts but Sam slid his hand up her back and gently pressed her back into the softness of the mattress so that he could lie over her, the glorious feel of his weight on her body like an anchor to this earth. He tilted her neck and kissed along her jaw and down her neck before brushing her hair off her back so that he might continue his sweet work there but something makes him pause in his tracks. Right there between her shoulder blades was an anti-possession tattoo. There were two reasons for her having this particular tattoo - one being that shed seen the design somewhere and had thought it was cool enough to ink on her body for the rest of her life OR two, she was a hunter. She looked back at him, her eyes questioning silently. In his mind he was having an argument, he ought to question her about the tattoo but he knew sooner or later he'd wake up and he didn't know when he'd get the chance to see her again. She moved then, flipping them both over while Sam was in the midst of his internal debate and distracted, she sat atop him and stroked down his chest gently with her nails in the hope of bringing him back into the moment. It worked and Sam immediately responded by snapping his hips up to meet hers again and again. She rolled her body gently as he thrusted upwards until he felt her whole body begin to shake, she was so close and she managed to tell him in a few shattered gasps just how close she truly was.  Sam felt himself nearing the edge and he moaned as her walls clenched around him like a vice, squeezing his member tight until he felt himself let go with her name on his lips. He felt like he was floating, unattached to his body. He'd never felt this way before with any other woman he'd ever been with and he knew this was something special. As he drifted he suddenly felt his body growing colder and then he heard her voice, “come back to me Sam” she had begged as he fell away from her, from the hotel room and back to his body.