I'm falling for somebody I don't know

When his hand finally found its resting place, around the curve of my bottom, his other hand trailed the shape of my face. I tried to stay focused and keep my eyes open, but the longing in between my legs made it unable to do so.

I closed the mere inches of distance between us and pressed my thighs against his. Dean responded by grabbing my bottom tighter, so that I was now fully pressed against the length of him.

The air around us became thick again. My body ached for a release of the tension building between us. I needed more of him tonight. I wanted it all.

Dean grabbed my hand and guided me inside. He closed the doors and I closed the curtains. Dean raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. I walked up to him, and made sure that he had no doubt of what I wanted of him tonight.

I fiercely grabbed his shirt and towed him to one of the couches in the living room. I gently pushed him, and he took the hint, sitting down.

The house was completely quiet when I made my move on him. The only thing I heard was his breathing, that accelerated as I went to sit on top of him, my legs on both sides of his. I faced him, thinking on how to proceed.

"You are beautiful," mouthed Dean, tracing my arm. I bit my lip. It was very long ago that I ever had compliments like these. Mason was never really that loving with me.

"Even more beautiful when you blush," he said tilting my chin up, so that my eyes were level with his again.

I studied him, his gorgeous pale blue eyes were like an endless sea. His nose was perfectly shaped and his lips. Those lips…

Dean suddenly kissed me, desperately tangling his hands in my hair. Every time his tongue touched mine, the urge for friction between my thighs grew. I growled in frustration. And I felt him smile against my lips. "Dean," I breathed in between kisses.

The kiss was urgent. And without realizing was I was doing, I was slowly riding his erection, that could easily be felt through his pants. My body felt so hot and rigid, as my hips rolled against his. And when he helped me move, I let my head back, enjoying his rhythm.

Unable to help myself, I softly moaned. Dean pressed a hand against my mouth. muffling the sound. When my hands returned to his hair, grazing his sculp, Dean let out a groan. For a second, our rhythm sped up. The muscles within my core started to tighten, I was almost there.

"Melissa, princess," he ragged and came to a stop. His chest quickly moved up and down, catching his breath. Frustrated, I moved to ride him again. He tightly held me in place, preventing me to move.

"Not yet," he said, voice strained. Dean gritted his teeth, like he was trying very hard not to kiss me again. He trailed my face with the back of his hand. "I want to get to know you and…" he seemed to press.

Dean turned his neck, gazing at the stairs. "I want you to get to know me as well," Dean almost pleaded. "Besides, my darling.. we might get caught here," he smirked, eying the stairs again.

I swallowed. He could not be serious. I needed the release, and I could still feel the length of him. He was hard and thick, pressed against my sex. Who was he kidding? He longed for me.

"Let's play a game together," suggested Dean. I licked my lips. "Not that kind of game," snickered Dean.

I groaned in pure frustration. Dean helped me off his lap, and I felt abandoned in the desire we just shared.

He stood up and took my hand. I mopingly followed him. "I thought the boys would like this," he proudly smiled at the gigantic bookcase we stood before. There were no books, but God only knew how many boardgames.

"You really want to play a game," I said picking at his shirt. "Mhh," was his only response and he kissed the crown of my head.

Dean took out a game and placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me to the kitchen table. Before I went to sit down, he gently squeezed my bottom again.

Still holding his hand, I told him; "I Need to confess something."

Dean scrutinized my face and then slowly bent down through his knees, so that he was level with me on the chair. He put a string of hair back behind my ear.

"Princess, what is on your mind?" he whispered. "I uhm.. I feel a little crazy," I told him. Dean pouted his lips in a quirky manner. "Mhhh," he only said.

He looked into my eyes, as if he wanted to unravel the secrets of my soul. Everything within me tingled, as he traced my lips with his index finger.

"I'm falling for somebody I don't know," I breathed against his touch. "Oh my darling," spoke Dean. One of his hands knotted in my hair, bringing my face closer to him.

"You had me the moment I laid eyes on you two years ago," Dean stated with a smirk.

I grew quiet. His words seemed sincere, but how was that possible. Yes, I had always felt this unexplained, pull towards this gorgeous man. But I could never act upon it, obviously because I was already taken. And he... he always ignored me as the dead.

"Is that true," I questioned him, not really believing it. He stared into my eyes and kissed my nose. "God yes," He replied, tension between us growing hot and heavy again.

"You can not begin to imagen how much restraint and self-control it has taken me, to stay clear of you," said Dean. He visibly swallowed. "And lets be honest, you did not makeit easy on me," he chuckled.

My fingers traced his stubble beard and Dean leaned into my touch. "I don't want you to stay clear of me anymore," I owned up to the truth.