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hold me tight	By : songofsongs Category: Supernatural > Het - Male/Female Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She was so small compared to him.
Small enough to make him afraid he’d break her, or hurt her. It didn’t matter how much she insisted to the contrary; she was delicate, and in his large hands, she felt nearly insignificant. The fact that he’d seen stronger people break easier than she ever had in the past certainly didn’t make him feel any better. And he knew he’d hurt her before, too. Not always physically, of course. There had been little betrayals, from the both of them, that left small scars on the heart. She wouldn’t admit it, and neither would he. Not until they fought.
He hated fighting with her. She was stubborn, like him, and knew just the right things to say to make him ache. She knew how to lash out better than anyone, and she knew it. He knew she didn’t want to fight him, but when it happened, she rose to the occasion. It was only then that he knew she wasn’t as breakable as he thought she was. But then, she’d never tried to take him on physically. Slaps across the face barely counted for anything when he knew ways to kill someone in the most painful ways. Not that he’d ever do that.
He never wanted to hurt her.
He was in love with her, in a way he hadn’t been in love in years. Ever since he lost Jess… There had been others, all the same in appearance, all so different from Jessica. They’d all been vain attempts, on some level, to replace what he’d lost. And he’d neglected time and again the girl right under his nose. She was blonde, like his first love, but there the similarities ended. She was smaller, more compact. She was awkward and graceful in the same breath, a complete contradiction. The innocence in her eyes belied the sinful curve of her lips. Her light laughter hid well the ache in her heart, the longing for her family. But she could never go back. There was no innocence tonight, though. Neither sadness nor happiness filled her eyes as she stared up at him. Wonder and ecstasy were written all over her face, her lips parted slightly as she took shallow, gasping breaths, hips rising just the tiniest bit off of the bed as his fingers sank into her tight heat.
And he was back to being worried about hurting her.
She was still a virgin; he knew that for a fact. And he would hurt her. If things went any further tonight, she’d cry, no matter how often she tried to reassure him that she’d be fine. They’d been down this path before. Things would get heated, and he’d stop. He’d bring her off, and they’d stop. Go to sleep after he’d cleaned them both up. They’d curl up together, kiss, and go to sleep. He always had the best self-control, far better than his brother, but tonight he wasn’t sure he could stop. His cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans, erect and almost painful.
She gasped into his neck, bit down on his shoulder when his thumb pressed more urgently on her clit. A second finger joined his index, stretching her and filling her. He pumped them in and out and groaned when she lifted her hips to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. She was going to kill him. His name left her like a mantra, gasps becoming breathy moans as she came closer to orgasm. He hissed when she dug her fingernails into his biceps, nipping her collarbone in retaliation. She laugh-moaned in his ear, back arching when he hit a new spot inside of her. He curled his fingers, pressing against that spot. His thumb still pressed against her clit, he stroked gently inside of her, building up even more intensity.
Her walls clenched around his fingers as she came, thighs shaking and back arching with the force of it. She moaned his name, long and loud, nearly wailing in her ecstasy. He pressed his lips against hers in a rough kiss, teeth nipping at her lips and tongue forcing its way into her mouth in an attempt to quiet her moans. She licked at his lips, flicked her tongue against his. Her moans grew softer as she came down, turning into small whimpers when he removed his fingers from inside her. She whined when he pulled away completely to sit back on his haunches, and her eyes grew darker, pupils dilated as she watched him lick his fingers clean of her juices. She bit down on her bottom lip, holding her arms out to him to try and get him close for more kisses. He shook his head though, instead reaching down to tug his shirt off and toss it across the room.
He hesitated at the button of his jeans, thumb hooked in the waistband of his pants. He stared down at the young woman spread out before him. She was still beckoning him with soft keening noises made in the back of her throat. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth still, and the soft light from the streetlamps outside the window made her pale flesh glow. She was beautiful, and it had taken him years to see it.
He lurched forward, pressing kisses against her lips and cheeks, tongue flicking against her skin when he reached her neck. She gasped at his attentions. She grabbed at his shoulders as his kisses went ever lower. He paused at her breasts. Her nipples stood erect against the cool air of the motel room, and with his free hand he teased her left nipple, mouth closing around the other. He nipped at it gently, tongue slowly swiping against it as he tugged and pinched her other nipple. Her back arched, fingers laced into his hair. She licked her lips, head thrown back and exposing her neck as he continued his sweet torture. She felt warmth pooling in her belly and between her legs once more.
He pulled back again, sitting on his heels again and smirking at the whine she gave at the loss of contact. He gently slapped her hands away when she tried to pull him in close again, shaking his head and smirking at her.
There wouldn’t be any stopping tonight. He was becoming selfish, spoiled by her affection. She would hurt, he knew that, and he still cared, but she was willing and ready and he’d do his best to make the pain brief. He undid the button at the top of his jeans, carefully slid down the zipper. He watched her as she watched him, her eyes growing impossibly darker when he began to push off his jeans. Her blue eyes were nearly black from her lust, and it sent a shiver through him. He moved, kicked his pants and boxers off, freeing his painful erection from its confines. He heard her suck in a breath, gauged her face for any hint of fear or hesitation. He’d stop if she wanted him to. He’d make himself stop. He didn’t want to hurt her, and it would hurt her if he tried to force anything now.
She didn’t shy away when he nestled himself between her legs, though. She was trembling against him, hands shaking as she rested them against his back. He kissed her again, slow and languid, like he was trying to memorize every detail of her mouth. His tongue moved against hers, teeth tugging at her generous bottom lip. He could never get enough of her kisses. She’d always been good at it, even in her inexperience when they first began their relationship. She was eager, the kind of person who wanted to please. And she was a fast learner.
He rested his weight against his left forearm, pressing kisses to her neck and chuckling when she sighed. He bit down, slowly, gently. It was enough pressure to cause the pain-pleasure sensation to roll through her, but not nearly enough to break the skin. She moaned when he bit down harder, arching her neck to allow him more access to her throat. He licked at the mark he left, the impressions of his teeth already fading. She didn’t bruise as easily as she used to, when she first began hunting with him and his brother. His right hand traveled down the expanse of her body, fingers grazing her nipple and tickling her soft belly before going lower.
He spread her nether lips gently, finding her wet with renewed want. His fingers teased her clit, a feather-light touch that made her cry out. She was always so sensitive… She could always feel the barest of touches, the slightest change in temperature. He loved it.
Moving, lips following the path his hand had created, he curled into himself as he kissed down her chest and belly, tongue dipping briefly into her bellybutton. The action made her squirm and he grinned against her tender flesh, nipping at her hip when he reached it. Her breathing hitched when she felt him blow against her wet folds, her hands going to his hair once more. She didn’t know what to do; where to put her hands; whether or not to push him away. She was almost embarrassed by the intimacy of it. He’d fingered her before, had seen her naked, had felt her come around his fingers, but he’d never been between her thighs, close enough to her sex that he could smell her arousal. It was more intense than when his fingers were coated with her release, more heady.
His tongue flicked against her experimentally, and her entire body twitched with the action. She still didn’t know what to do. His strokes remained slow as he licked at her folds, tongue probing more insistently when he reached her clit again. A strangled moan left her, and when he looked up, he saw her staring down at him, watching in fascination as he continued to lick at her. He moaned against her, making a small vibration pass through her. Her back arched and he surged forward, arms going under and around her thighs, tugging her closer.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, tongue flicking against it with ever-growing speed and intensity. Her body started trembling again, hips moving like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to get away from him or press herself closer to his face. His cock grew harder as her moans became louder, and for a brief moment he thought he might come before ever getting inside her. He growled against her, and she nearly shrieked when another vibration went through her. She grabbed at his hair, tugging and pulling and he growled again, attacking her pussy with more intensity. Two fingers slid inside her, pumping in and out as he continued his assault on her clit. He felt her starting to come apart at the seams, every moan that left her making a shiver course down his spine. His fingers curled inside her, finding her g-spot and pressing against it.
She flew apart, wailing loud enough to make his ears ring for a moment as he licked at her gently as she started to come down. He was close to bursting, and it took everything in him not to come all over the sheets like a schoolboy. He crawled his way back up her body, hands on either side of her head, as she took great gasping breaths, trying to find some semblance of calm once more. He kissed her, nearly groaned when she eagerly licked her own come off of his lips. His hips thrust against hers, the head of his cock brushing against her and reminding them both of what they were about to do.
“Are you sure,” he asked, his breath hot against her cheek. She looked at him like he was stupid, but nodded regardless, bottom lip caught between her teeth again when she stared down her body to the hard weight resting against her thigh. Resting all of his weight on his left arm, he grabbed his cock and brought it to her entrance, murmuring encouragements and apologies as he began pressing into her. She flinched at the invasion, fingers pressing against his muscles hard enough to hurt. He surged forward, thrusting into her and making her yell in pain, tiny whimpers leaving her as tears coursed down her cheeks. He kissed them away, whispering more assurances as he waited for her to adjust. She rocked her hips experimentally, and he nearly lost it right there. He pulled out, gently, thrusting back into her. She gasped, legs tightening for a quick moment before she relaxed again, her hips starting to move with his.
He pulled back again, pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting again, harder. She moaned and bit down on his shoulder, making him hiss as he pulled out and thrust forward again. She moved with him still, whimpering when he moved a hand between their bodies, thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit as he began a faster pace. His thrusts became rougher. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips. She raised her hips to meet him for each thrust, moans leaving her with every press of his thumb and hips against her clit.
His breathing became ragged as he moved inside of her. God, she was so tight. She was snug around him, and slick and it took everything in him not to just fuck her into the mattress. He had to constantly remind himself, gentle, gentle as he moved. He wouldn’t last much longer…
He grunted, thrusting harder into her and pressing more urgently against her clit, trying to bring her closer to release. She gasped and moaned, writing under him as he all but fucked her. He bit down on her neck, and her back arched, fingernails digging into his back as her walls began trembling around him once more. His eyes rolled, his muscles corded as his rhythm faltered. He grew rougher, but she took it, moaning and grinding her hips against him. She gasped as she began to come again, eyelids fluttering. Her walls clamped down around him, and he came with a shout, spilling his seed inside her as he thrust against her, head bowed. He trembled as he laid against her, cock softening inside her.
She stroked his back, fingers dancing lightly across his skin as far as she could reach. They stayed like that for a short time, breathing in unison, caressing one another.
He pulled out of her finally, moving to lie beside her. Gently, he scooped her up and cradled her body with his, his front pressed against her back as he reached down and pulled the blankets over their bodies.
He pressed a kiss to her neck, just under her ear, smiling as she pressed back against him. She sighed, arm pillowing her head. “I love you,” she breathed, eyes closing as she began to drift off to sleep.
“I love you, too."
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