Let me adore you

"I don't want you to put a restraint on what you feel for me," I said boldly. The corner of his lips went up.

"Believe me, darling," he said coming closer to me. "If I would let go entirely…" he said, not finishing the sentence and pressed me against the kitchen counter, trapping me with his thighs.

"Then what," I said breathing uneven. I let my hand fall from his chest to his belt. Dean lifted me up with one arm, and placed me on the marble kitchen counter.

He stood in between my legs, draping them around him, until the kitchen counter only offered mere support.

His hard length pressed into me through his thin pantaloon. I held him, digging my fingers in his lower back, in search of the friction I craved for.

I ached for him. "Melissa," Dean growled. It sounded like a warning.

"Let go," I breathed pleadingly against his lips. Dean seamed to ponder that. He shook his head in amusement and then Dean's hands caressed me from my knees to my inner thighs, while he sucked on my lower lip.

The need moved through me. Dean tugged at my shirt, so that it slipped out of my skirt, he drew it up just enough to slide his hands beneath it. Dean closed his hand around the skin of my waste.

"Dean," I breathed, feeling insecure. "Honey, I am.. I mean, I am a mother," I gulped. He must feel the scares on my stomach.

In response he tightened his hands, and pulled me closer as his mouth further moved above mine. Dean nibbled and sucked. It was delicious torment. He groaned as my fingers tangled in his soft blond hair, gently pulling it.

He broke the kiss and then Dean dipped his head. His lips skimmed the skin of my stomach. He kissed the purple red scares, as his hands went on caressing me.

The touch of his hands felt so incredibly warm on my bare skin. It sent another burst of heat, that went straight to my core. It made me ache, as a small sound escaped my mouth.

It had been so long since I had been touched there. Mason had seemed rather repulsed by the scars, although it was the price my body paid for carrying his sons.

"You are so perfect to me," Dean breathed against the skin of my stomach and then looked up at me.

A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. "Hey," he breathed and rose up. Dean cupped my face.

He gently kissed my cheek and stroke my face with the back of his hand. "My darling, you have the most wonderful boys," he told me. "There is no shame in that."

I plastered a smile on my face, I did not want him to see me like this. Dean tilted my chin up and spoke; "princess, please do not fake a smile on my behalf."

I held my breath. I felt caught.

"I would rather have you say what is on your mind every day and see those tears, until your smile is real."

I swallowed visibly and broke into tears again.

"Now that I am here to stay, I want you to be in your own skin. Whatever that entails."

"I am sorry," I started to say. "Don't apologize for how your feel, my darling."

"What is going through your mind right now?" he asked me. I did not want to bring Mason up again… but well… "Mason told me that he was not in love with me anymore after I gave birth, because my body had changed too much."

Dean's hand baled to fists. I pressed my face against Dean's chest and he held me, stroking the back of my head. "And uhm… that is when he started cheating on me… "

"It's just that… I haven't been touched there… for… I mean… I don't know how long…" I gulped against the material of his blouse.

Dean made me look at him and placed me back on my feet. "Come, " he said and took my hand. I quickly pulled down my shirt again.

He led me back up-stairs, into my bedroom.

"What are you up to?" I questioned. Dean did not answer and took me into my so called walk-in closet.

He placed me in front of a gigantic mirror and laid his hand on the fabric of my shirt. Dean held my gaze as he started pulling the shirt up. I looked at him in shock.

"Dean," I croaked. He softly kissed my lips and let his hand glide under my shirt again. He caressed my skin, like I was made out of glass.

"You feel so good," he breathed against my lips. Dean started pulling my shirt further up, wanting to pull it off. I suddenly placed my hands on my breasts.

I had none to speak off. Dean still continued and I quickly covered my braw again. He threw the shirt to the ground and still held my gaze. I felt completely uncomfortable.

I saw something flicker in his eyes, as I saw that he looked at my hands. But then it was like he decided to let it go.

"Look at yourself," he stated more than he asked. "You are absolutely gorgeous."

The room was quiet as Dean knelt before me. He angled me so that I could see what he was doing in the mirror. I still tightly placed my hands on my chest as he started placing small kisses on my stomach.

Meantime, Dean started gripping the skin of my thighs, beneath my skirt with his hands.

I watched him in the mirror. The air was thick and electric. It felt sinful somehow.

"Let me adore you, as you should be," he cooed. His hand stroke my leg, and went under my skirt. Dean's hand lingered on my upper thigh.

He teased me, by without warning, dipping his head under my skirt, and kissing me extremely close to my panties.

I let out a heavy breath and Dean chuckled. "I am sorry, I can not help myself," he mumbled against the lace panties and he placed his mouth on my core.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he said tauntingly. "Watch us in the mirror," he almost commanded.