If it were up to me

"Come to think of it," he looked up at me from under my skirt. His eyes were blazing. "Let me give you a better view," he bit his lip and pulled down my skirt.

"Gods woman, you are everything," he said as he tossed me skirt away, taking in the sight of me.

I was on full display in the mirror. I shifted uncomfortably, but Dean continued. He spread my legs some more, giving him more space.

When he started pulling my panties off with his teeth, I forgot to breathe.

He placed one of his hands on my stomach and his tongue made circles around my wrecked belly button. My skin felt sensitive as his tongue trailed its way down to my core again.

"All this for me," he said as he let his fingers glide against my wetness.

He continued stroking, spreading my desire and then his mouth found my most sensitive bundle, and I let out moan involuntarily.

"Shh…" he hushed me as his tongue rolled over my opening.

I gripped his hair with my fingers, pulling him, taking control. He let me.

"You taste so sweet. My darling. Look at us," he commanded again, as if he knew I had closed my eyes again.

I peeked at the mirror as he put pressure on my most sensitive flesh. He sucked and licked me. As he inserted his tongue inside me, he made it hard to breathe.

When I thought it could not feel any better, he gently slipped a finger inside me, while sucking on my bundle of nerves.

I felt something building inside me, my muscles were tightening and Dean let out a groan against my skin.

That set me off and I pulled his hair tighter. I rocked my hips on his mouth. He followed my pace, increasing the rythm.

I shuttered, squirming against his touch. "Dean." I said his name in prayer and my eyes rolled in the back of my head.

I had never cum so hard in my life. It was like he possessed me completely, as he had coaxed me into release.

Dean kissed my flesh one more time and turned his head around, glancing at us in the mirror. I still trembled. His eyes were warm, full of desire and lust and something else, I could not decipher.

In the mirror I could see that his eyes wandered up my body.

I clutched my chest again, remembering I was in full view. I knew that he saw that, but he did not comment on it.

He kissed his way up again, lingering on the skin of my stomach. "I adore every inch of you, always remember that," he grunted.

I was glad that he skipped my breasts, and he found my lips again as he rose. Our kiss was intense, I still tasted myself on his tongue.

Dean pulled his shirt off and I watched him. Dean was mucular and so incredibly well build. He was buff, and easy on the eye.

He surprised me when he pulled his shirt over my head, covering me.

He took both my hands and kissed my knuckles. "Let's go to bed," he said and kissed my forehead.

The bed was heavenly. It felt luxurious and comfortable. Dean pulled me close to him, tangling his hand in my hair, and I buried my face against his chest.

"Close your eyes, my darling," he commanded me and I did as he told me. I felt safe in his arms. His warmth surrounded me and he smelt so incredibly good.

He smelled like everything I had ever wanted. I was drawn to him, like a bee to honey.

How could I be so lucky to be here, his arms around me, so secure. The way he cupped my head made me feel wanted and cared for. The rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep.

"Melissa," I heard Dean say and I had a hard time waking up. "Darling," he breathed against my shoulder.

"Mhhh.." I groaned complaining that he woke me. "I have to go princess, the boys will be up soon," he whispered and planted a kiss against my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting him to go.

"Don't go," I continued complaining against his lips. He chuckled. "I have to," he told me. I shook my head 'no'. "Well.. yeah I do," he smiled. "I would stay here with you, if it were up to me," he smirked.

"God, the whole world can know that I have found my princess, if it would be up to me." Dean started kissing the skin of my cheeks playfully and I giggled.

"But if I remember correctly," he said being serious now. "You wanted to wait before letting your boys and your mother know," he added.

I thought about that and the words my mom spoke to me, haunted me again. "Yes," I breathed. Dean pouted his lips, like he did not like that answer.

"I am sorry," I mumbled. "No, it is okay. I get it." Dean offered a small smile, letting me know it was alright.

"Darling, I am going back home for the summer," he said almost inaudible. "And where is home?" I asked, thinking that I did not knew that. "Out of the country," was the only thing he said.

I frowned. "You are not Dutch?" I stated more than I asked. He shook his head. "Mhh.." I murmured. "I didn't know," I said sheepishly.

"Well, we will talk about that later today," he promised. He kissed me again and stood up. He put on his pants and then he smirked, eying the shirt I had on.

Of course it was his. Feeling aroused again, I let my eyes wander his chest.

"That is my cue to run," he smiled wickedly. "Why?!" I said in shock. "You are tempting me again, with those eyes of yours," he offered as some sort explanation.

"Oh," I breathed.

He was right, he had covered me with his own shirt last night. It was a sweet gesture and exactly what I needed in the moment.

He came closer and hovered over me. "I will see you later," Dean breathed against my lips. His hand trailed my cheek and then he deepened the kiss. His tongue caressed mine, with the promise of more when he returned.

I stared at him, as he bare-chested left my room.