Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

sauna

After a relatively late dinner at the hotel, because somehow both had overcome the fatigue, Gabriel asked if she'd go to the sauna with him.

Samantha's eyebrows rose skeptically. For this reason, she had been in a sauna. It was hot, stuffy, sweaty, and just gross.

"Phew ... how did you get so old?"

For that cheeky question, that rascal felt her hand on his butt.

...

The two were only dressed in a bathrobe with another couple in the small room made of wood. Gabriel glanced at his wife, for the young couple, maybe in their twenties, could hardly keep their hands off each other. So they disappeared after five minutes.

It was already quite late, and in the wellness area, there were almost no people left.

While Gabriel fully relaxed sat and enjoyed the moist heat, it didn't take ten minutes, and Sam started restlessly slipping on the bench. She wasn't comfortable. The stifling air made her barely breathe and sweat ... she hated that, too. So Samantha tried to concentrate on something else.

It wasn't long before shivers ran down her spine, her heart pounding while watching a bead of sweat work its way from Gabriel's hair, over her eyelashes and lips down to her chin, then dripped onto his chest, where its path ended in the navel.

The next bead touched his pinna and dripped onto his neck, slowly stroking and playing around his nipples before running down to his waistband, where the route ended. Samantha would've liked to be such a drop of sweat.

The air was thinning, and suddenly, she felt it was ten degrees hotter. Her mouth was dry, and an uncontrollable, shaky breath broke from her throat, catching her husband's attention.

"Everything alright, babe?"

Gabriel opened one eye, blinked at her, and closed it with a grin as she explained it was hot. Shrugging, he explained that it was the purpose of a sauna. He couldn't see the ensuing, frustrated eye-roll based on this slow-wittedness. She wanted to grab him here, now, and on the spot, but anyone could come in at any moment.

Eventually, his brain started to rattle, and slowly, his eyes opened while his grin widened.

"So, it's hot?" He asked with innocent mine and slid close.

The bathrobe fell, and slowly he stroked her thigh up, over her stomach, and tenderly past her now hard nipples before stopping. Her ribcage rose and fell faster, but at the same time, her breath stopped several times. Sam made no sound and just stared at him in disbelief and expectation. Quickly he got up and pushed the bolt, for seeing his wife like that made his blood boil.

"Gabe!" Sam whispered indignantly but was sure that only a half-murmur came out. He sat beside his adored and gingerly put his lips on hers with a confident grin.

"I think somebody's gonna lose control here, so we don't need a Peeping Tom."

A sweet pain raced down her spine and settled in her lower region.

Sitting lengthwise on the wooden bench, she was pushed against the wall ... one leg over his lap and the other on the bench above. Kissing, he gestured for her to be quiet. She was already wax in his hands.

Slowly and with pleasure, he touched her sweaty skin and smiled as he felt her tremble under his fingers. To put her in this position and push her to the brink of madness with little touches –– there was nothing more titillating for Gabriel than making his wife defenseless. And that was his game.

"You're so sexy. I love you," he breathed wickedly.

Samantha was already close to exploding, but when her bikini bottom was pushed to the side, and his two fingers dipped in, massaging her pearl with his thumb simultaneously, she had to bite her hand to keep from moaning loudly.

All the while, he looked into her eyes, making him horny to let her fidget. He felt his own erection throb, which was secondary because that was for his wife.

It wasn't that often making her so defenseless because it was always necessary for Samantha to keep control. Now he had the opportunity to enjoy it until the very last second.

"Oh, yeah, revenge can be so damn sweet," he breathed, slowing the pace.

"Do you w-want me to beg?!"

His fingers rocked her body back and forth, pushing deeper and faster into her body, causing her to tremble with passion and desire.

"No, open your eyes, sweetie," he said in a deep voice as Samantha closed them.

Her lips were buried in the crook of his neck, suppressing the redeeming cry as her orgasm rolled over like a tornado. With all her strength, she clung to his shoulder, leaving markings before those incredible feelings receded and left her in a state of exhaustion and bliss.

"Good girl," he smiled contentedly and licked his fingers with pleasure.

The sight had something so erotic and wicked that Sam couldn't help but moan again. However, he didn't kiss his wife, knowing that this wasn't necessarily one of her favorite flavors –– unlike him.

"I need a shower," she whispered weakly, and Gabriel laughed, nodding. He needed it too ... ice cold.

** In the next chapter ...

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