Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

outdoor

"Do you know what's great about you here?" Gabriel said euphorically and put his arm around her waist. "There are forests, shrubs, trees, bushes everywhere."

"You piglet! Now I want a decent kiss," Samantha whispered as she was pushed against a big rock. He took her hands and put them on his neck, where they started their work immediately.

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His hand resting on her thigh slowly began to stroke up, but it was slapped away in response.

"Are you completely insane?!"

After a moment, Gabriel acted like a prima donna but grinned again and didn't think about stopping.

"Hey, I drive at 130, and I'll build an accident right away!"

"Then stop!"

Sam stopped her car at a small forest road and barely put out the engine when she was kissed stormily and looked around, startled when Gabe unbuttoned her blouse.

"Gabe!" She laughed and patted his fingers.

Samantha asked if he thought he was Superman, who just had to put on his glasses so nobody would recognize him. Still, Sam didn't want to be responsible for lousy press, even if the possibility was relatively tiny here in her homeland.

Gabe gave his sweetheart a pitying look, took her hand, and put it in his crotch.

"I'm suffering, babe, let's take a few steps."

"You're a sex monster," she said after the car door closed, but he only replied with a shrug and pulled her hand impatiently because he could live with that.

"Do you know what's great about you here?" Gabriel said euphorically and put his arm around her waist. "There are forests, shrubs, trees, bushes everywhere."

"You piglet! Now I want a decent kiss," Samantha whispered as she was pushed against a big rock. He took her hands and put them on his neck, where they started their work immediately.

Of course, she could have that. Lovingly, he stroked her cheek, sank into her bright eyes, and leaned closer to her.

"I love you," he whispered, feeling her warm breath causing goosebumps.

Gabriel slowly closed his eyes and laid his lips on the soft flesh, letting his tongue run from one corner to the other over her lips. He was patient, and only when she wanted to protest did he make his tongue slide between her lips.

He loved kisses ... this intimacy, feeling, smelling, tasting ... everything. French kisses ... slow, fast, playful, sometimes sluggish or wet –– he loved everyone. He could kiss for hours, so he was in no hurry, even if his prisoner had already squeezed painfully in his pants. But that was secondary because Samantha was like a drug that made him addicted.

Sam moaned in his mouth, and Gabriel knew that she was no different, and with each kiss, the arousal of both increased. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her softness and the hard nipples on his chest. His hand covered it, gently squeezing before sliding down.

Feeling the stone in the back and his erection in her midst was almost too much for Sam. She fought with his belt, opened the buttons, bit her lower lip as her hand touched his soft flesh, and then began a light massage. Luscious waves of arousal flowed through her body as she heard Gabe's voice like from afar.

"Baby, I ain't a teenager anymore, don't make me come in my pants!"

Between the hot kisses, Gabriel's hand also disappeared in her pants, and with a suppressed grunt, he came.

"Don't stop ... Fuck!" Sam gasped, reaching for his hand as he couldn't concentrate anymore.

Her hand tightened tightly around his shoulder while his' was leaning against a tree; their foreheads pressed together as the aftermath of their orgasm slowly faded.

"That was necessary," he answered with a dirty grin.

"Yeah, and we had spectators," Sam laughed, pointing to two deer, which had been watching. "You're continuing now!"

She threw him the car key with these words, and a muted nod followed.

** In the next chapter ...

Shy was yesterday