AN: This is a bit shorter than the others, but I think it's pretty hot! Big uh oh at the end of this chapter ;)
A couple of nights later, Deanna laid in bed unable to sleep. Her body was in full on horny mode…she just loved the mood swings. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but being in Bobby's house was proving to put a hitch in her giddy up.
She sighed to herself, her hands instinctively cupping her own breasts, her fingers working at the nipples, until they were hard little buds, standing at attention. She'd enjoyed it so much when Sam had brought her off from nipple stimulation that she wanted it again. She wondered if she could do it to herself, and was disappointed to find out that it just didn't seem to have the same effect on her.
Sam's touch did things to her that she was pretty damn sure weren't humanly possible. Sam was such an amazing and talented lover, not that she had any other men to compare him to. But, he was definitely far better than the chicks she'd been with. Being with other girls had left a lot to be desired, but she really didn't want to think about that at that moment. She wanted to think about Sam's hands all over her body.
She closed her eyes and tried her best to remember the feeling of his hot, hard and wet body pressed up against hers in the shower. She moaned softly as her hand traveled down to her soft folds. She split them with a finger and started rubbing at her clit. She was shocked to find out how quickly she was dripping wet. But, she shouldn't have been that surprised; thinking about Sam's huge cock slipping into her tiny hole was just about the fucking hottest thing in the whole damn world. "Shit." She moaned. She rolled her hips subconsciously, one hand pulling on her nipples while the other slipped into her tight opening. She was so wet, so horny that it should be illegal.
She brought herself off three times and was incredibly surprised when she still wasn't satisfied. This whole pregnancy thing was a pain in the ass. So, she sighed and tossed the covers aside. With dripping wet shorts she quietly made her way downstairs.
Sam's eyes popped open. He hadn't been able to sleep either. He couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted her gorgeous body. Apparently she was having issues sleeping as well…and judging by the dark look she was giving him, she was definitely in the mood.
He crooked his finger at her and she smiled. She went to the couch and he pulled her to him, hands on her waist. "You horny for me?"
She moaned into his ear as she straddled his hips. His hardness rubbed up against her center almost immediately and she gasped, "Looks like you're horny for me too."
"Oh yeah." Sam's voice was so husky against her ear that she trembled. "Want you so bad."
Her eyes closed and she started to move her hips, enjoying the friction. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face into the crook of his neck. She thought she was going to come just from dry humping…she couldn't imagine how much better it was going to be.
Sam could smell the evidence of her arousal and it sent him into a whole different world. His hands found the waistband of her shorts and he slid them down her creamy, soft thighs. His calloused hands rubbed erotically over her ass cheeks, bringing her body even closer to him.
He slipped his hand to her opening, from behind, and was intensely surprised to find out just how wet she actually was. "Shit. I don't think you've ever been this wet before."
She bucked against his fingers, trying to drive them deeper inside of her, "Came three times before I gave up and came down here."
He groaned. "Shit, that's hot. Did you stick your little fingers in here? Did you do what I'm doing to you right now?" He added a second finger to her hole and pressed inside, angling towards her g-spot. He could feel the tremble in her body when he hit the spot.
She pulled the neck of his tee down and startled licking over his collar bone. "Oh yeah. Didn't feel as good when I did it though."
"You like my fingers better?"
"So hot, baby." He used his other hand to rub at the little nub, while slipping and sliding his fingers in and out of her very lubricated hole. "I want you so fucking bad. Want to slide my dick in there and shoot my load deep inside of you."
The dirty talk was her undoing and before she knew what was happening, she was falling apart once again, her whole body wracking with tremors. "Now, please! Please, Sam!" She begged. She wasn't sure how much more her body could take, but she was positive that she needed him, needed to feel him inside of her.
His mouth found hers and he drank her in, his hands in her hair as he pulled her even closer. They both worked to get his underwear down and off his body. His naked cock rubbed erotically against her ass and they both moaned. There was an incredibly dirty fleeting thought of being buried in that tiny ass. The growl that tore from his throat and into her mouth was probably one of the hottest things she'd ever heard.
Her hips moved on instinct and she found herself rubbing her entire sex over his hardness, needing him on her and within her. She wanted him in every hole, wanted all of him. She couldn't get enough.
He'd had all that he could take. He wrapped his right hand around his own cock as his left grasped handfuls of her hair, and he began to slide himself within her.
The feeling was almost too much for her. She'd come so many times already and was so incredibly sensitive, but she needed it. Her hips moved on their own, needing the friction, her body riding him as he held on to her for support. Her head tipped back and her mouth opened.
Yup, Sam could get used to this pregnancy thing if it was going to be like this. Shit. He could feel the walls of her vagina tightening up around him and milking him for all that it was worth. He wasn't going to last. He was going to blow. He closed his eyes and held his breath. He needed to focus on something else, anything else, if he wanted this intense feeling to last.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders. Her body felt stretched tightly, her muscles tense. And then just as quickly, she was coming apart, feeling the tension completely leave her body. The intensity of her orgasm surprised both of them. He could feel liquid seeping out and his eyes widened. He still hadn't allowed himself to come. He planned to take her again, but he didn't want to make a big mess on Bobby's couch.
Before he could do anything, she reached for his blanket and slipped it beneath them, just in case there was a mess. Then she looked up at him and her eyes darkened. A smile formed on her lips and she nodded, "More?"
He pinched the very base of his cock, the part of himself that was too long to fit all the way inside and held it tightly. The look in her eyes was enough to make him crazy. "Fuck. You're insatiable." It didn't matter that he was already planning on this; the look on her face did him in.
She started to move her hips again, not caring about how close he was, about how he was trying not to explode. "Need you, want you." It was her mantra, and she continued to moan and beg. She had a craving for cock and it wasn't going to go away until she was satisfied.
He growled and dug his fingers into her hips, holding on tightly, and thrust upwards into her. He wasn't going to let her do all the work this time, no thank you.
She licked her lips, loving it thoroughly when he took charge.
His breath hitched and he gasped. She wanted him to take control of her. She wanted him to completely ravage her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and shifted them around so that Deanna was lying down on the couch and he was on top of her.
She wrapped her thighs around his hips and begged for more. She wanted all that he had to offer.
He nipped at her bottom lip, panting. He slipped her shirt over her head, unable to believe that he'd let that small bit of fabric remain on her body as long as it had. His hands found her nipples and he tweaked and pinched them. He knew she was tender and overly sensitive because of the pregnancy, but he also knew that she loved having her nipples toyed with.
True to form, her back arched and he was driven even further into her. This caused her to moan.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at her head, forcing it back so her neck was exposed for him. He bent down and lapped at that exposed flesh, his teeth nibbling and his tongue soothing the sting.
She loved the kissing and nibbling, but she wanted him to get the hell on with it already! She was horny beyond belief, desperate even. "Please!" She begged, "Want you…please…"
He loved hearing the evidence of her coming apart. He loved to hear her beg. "What do you want, baby?" There was a smirk on his face; he knew exactly what she wanted.
"You! Want you to fuck me hard and fast. Please." She tried to pull him even deeper with her thighs, watching as the mask fell off his face and it revealed just how fucking turned on he really was.
He reached around her body and gripped her ass cheeks in both hands, pulling her hips up off the couch, and began to pound into her…hard and fast, just the way she wanted it.
It was a grand total of five thrusts later and she was clenched up, gasping, holding on tightly, as she came undone all around him. It took him one more thrust inside of her tight, wet heat, before he started exploding within her with a grunt and a call of her names on his lips.
She buried her face in his neck, her fingers trailing in the hair at the nape of his neck. She was completely out of breath. "Uh…so…so good, so…pooped."
He laughed lightly, "I didn't think you'd ever get your fill. Not that I'm complaining or anything."
She smiled, "bitch."
He reached for the slightly wet blanket and wrapped it all around them. Before either of them really knew what was happening, they both fell into a dreamless sleep.
Deanna woke up a few hours later. The sun was shining and daylight was seeping into the windows. Shit. She had no idea how long they'd been asleep on the couch. She hit Sam, his weight like a ton of bricks on top of her. "Sam!" She was nearly hysterical. How had they let themselves fall asleep like this?
Sam's eyes opened. He wasn't sure what was going on. All he knew was that he was looking into his older sister's beautiful green eyes. He smiled.
"Sam." She whined. "We fell asleep. Get off me."
Sam shook his head to loosen the cobwebs. Huh? "What?"
She pushed at him, trying to get him off her. "We fell asleep. On Bobby's couch. It's morning… and you weigh a ton!"
"Shit!" He quickly moved off her body.
They reached for strewn clothing and quickly dressed.
"I'm sorry, Dee." Sam whispered. He was beyond upset that they could've blown their cover. "Do you think he knows?"
Deanna shrugged, she didn't have a clue. "I have no idea. Hopefully he's still asleep and doesn't know a thing." That was the best case scenario. She leaned in for a kiss. "And this isn't your fault. It was my raging hormones that brought me down here."
He smiled, "Well, I don't want him to know, but I can't say that I regret what happened."
She smiled back, she couldn't help it. "Me either. I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
He watched her head up the stairs. She was glowing, he couldn't deny it. His smile widened at the sight of her.
Someone cleared their throat.
Sam looked towards the sound, horrified. Bobby. Gulp, gulp. He was fully dressed and wearing his boots. How long had the man been up?
"You want some breakfast?" Bobby asked with unreadable eyes.
Sam's throat went dry and he was starting to feel a bit nauseous himself. What was the older hunter going to do to him?