(+18) Hunter in the Sheets

Arrived

Covered in sweat, Dean got home from a hunt. Threw his dirty, bloody, stinking duffel bag on the ground, making a lot of noise. Which was clearly louder than he expected as he jumped a little. 

"So... you got home late!" I walked out of our bedroom. Every time he leaves, it feels like he'll never come back, there can always be a stronger monster he's not expecting and it's scary. I guess that's what I get for dating with a hunter.

"Did I wake you? Sorry, didn't mean to." His deep voice got even deeper as he took his shirt off and threw it on the chair in front of him. Every single drop of sweat sparked on his body like in a weird parody of Twilight, making me wish he'd just pick me up and do it hard against the wall or something already. However instead he slowly started walking towards me. I guess he caught my eyes on his abs. Whoops. Dean put his hands on my hips and pulled me close. "I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier!" I could feel his warm breath on my face. Took one of his hangs off my hip and placed it on the back of my neck, pulling my face close for a kiss. A simple kiss. A kiss that felt like it lasted for an minutes already have slowly evolved into more and more passionate french kissing and ended up with us making out in bed. 

How the hell did we even end up here? Does it really matter? He pulled his lips away from mine and whispered "Are you ready to find out how tough a hunter could be, baby girl?" he slowly crawled backwards down while kissing me on the neck, chest, stomach... All the way down. Teasing. He grabbed my lower under wear and slowly pulled it down while giving small kisses on my thigh, tickling yet so satisfying. He slowly moved closer and started licking like a kitten drinking from a bowl of milk. I could feel his tounge moving up and down, in and out, left and right. 

After a long time of him spoiling me with tounge turns and tiny kisses, Dean slowly undone his pants and pulled it down with his underwear even slower, revealing his enormously long and thick manhood. He took his leather wallet from the pocket of his jeans and took a bunch of condoms out "Are you sure you gonna need that many?" I teased him hoping for the best night of my life "Oh... We'll see!" He said with the deepest, sexiest voice I have ever heard, it gave me goosebumps whenever he sounded like this. He opened one and slowly rolled it on. He climbed on top of me and inserted his huge erection into me.

I could feel every inch of his dick moving inside me, his hands stroking my boobs, his breath tickling my face. With each push, I moaned a little. He shoved and shoved, slowly went from slow to fast while his hands tracing around my breasts, down my sides to my hips, going back and forth, his breath fastening and slowing down. My body felt like a volcano trying to burst lava but I didn't let it, not yet anyways. All this volcano let out was smoke. Or to be more literal moans. As he got faster, I got louder and more frequently. 

What a shame I can't control a volcano.... But he did fill the condom almost the same time. His sweaty naked body dropped next to me as I tried to calm mine down. "Well that was... WOW" I tried starting a conversation instead of just laying awkwardly. "Don't! Just come here." He said, cuddling me and folding the blanket on us.