Between power and freedom

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The next hours felt like a whirlwind as we acted like madly in love teenagers, lost in each other’s energy. We teased, kissed, and explored every inch of one another until we eventually felt exhaustion taking over and fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

Morning came, and I slipped out of bed, feeling the lingering warmth of our night together. I headed into the shower, the hot water cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of sleep. Just as I started to relax, I felt a familiar presence behind me.

Dean’s body pressed against me, his warmth enveloping me as his fingers slipped between my thighs, teasingly entering me. I gasped, my nails scratching the slick tiles of the shower as the sensation of him overwhelmed me.

“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill down my spine. His fingers moved expertly, finding that sweet spot inside me that made my legs weak.

The sounds coming out of my mouth filled the room, echoing off the tiles as he worked me with a fervor that sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through me. I leaned back against him, relishing the way his body pressed against mine, our skin slick with water and desire.

“Dean,” I breathed, barely able to form coherent thoughts as his fingers continued their delicious exploration. “You’re so good at this.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “I aim to please,” he said, his fingers moving faster, deeper, pushing me closer to the edge.

The tension in my body built quickly, the heat pooling in my belly as I moved against him, seeking that sweet release. I could feel his lips trailing along my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin, urging me on as he pushed me further.

“Let go for me, Y/N,” he whispered, and with those words, I surrendered completely. The pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing down as I cried out his name, my body trembling with each pulse of ecstasy.

He continued to work me through my climax, his fingers relentless as I rode the waves of pleasure. When I finally came back down, breathless and spent, I turned to face him, my heart racing with a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction.

“God, you’re amazing,” I said, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and lust.

“Just getting started,” he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. And with that, I knew the morning was only going to get better.

He teased his hard length against me, a wicked grin on his face. “Think you can take it?” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Not in the shower,” I said, half-laughing, half-breathless from the heat of the moment.

In an instant, he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Then let’s change the venue,” he declared, carrying me to the bedroom with a playful swagger.

“Protection?” he asked, a hint of concern crossing his features as he set me down on the bed. “Fuck,” I said while looking in my nightstand, my heart racing. “I don’t have any.”

Dean let out a heavy sigh, the air leaving his body like a balloon deflating. “Then we’ll have to wait until tonight,” he said, falling back onto the bed, his frustration mingling with desire.

“Maybe it’s a good thing,” he added with a teasing smirk, trying not to show his disappointment. “Or we’ll be late for work.”

I couldn’t help but to feel sad at the thought, the tension from moments ago shifting into something heavier. “Right, because you never showed up late with a girl on your arm,” I replied, rolling my eyes . But I noticed how he was a little sad.

Dean turned to face me, his expression softening. “I just want to make sure it’s right, this time” he said, his voice sincere. “You’re worth the wait.”

His words sent a warm rush through me, and I smiled back at him, feeling the connection between us deepen. “I guess we’ll just have to hold off, for now,” I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the simmering desire still lingering in the air.

“Trust me, tonight will be worth it,” he replied, winking at me before sitting up. “But for now, let’s try to get through the day without me losing my mind, thinking about what’s coming later.”

“Agreed,” I said, taking a deep breath to center myself as I swung my legs off the bed. “But you better believe I’m going to be thinking about it all day.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head. “You’re trouble, Y/N. I can’t wait.”

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And as we got ready for work, I couldn’t shake the excitement building in my chest for what tonight might bring.

It wasn’t even lunchtime when I got a text from Dean that sent a thrill through me: **Rock hard, can’t stop thinking about those lips.**

I grinned at my phone, my heart racing. **I know a remedy, Lunch in my office? ** I replied quickly.

A few moments later, I heard a soft knock on the door. I quickly locked it and pushed him against it as soon as I opened the door, my body colliding with his in a rush of heat and urgency. Stealing a few rushed rough kisses.

Kneeling in front of him, I wasted no time, my hands working his pants down before wrapping my fingers around his thick length as I took him into my mouth. I moved quickly, expertly, my tongue swirling around him as I focused on driving him wild.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head fell back against the door, his hands gripping my face, urging me deeper. I went faster, my throat constricting as I gagged around him, the sound echoing in the small office space.

“Can I?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes dark with desire. I nodded, eager to give him everything he wanted.

With a firm grip on my face and hair, he began to thrust his hips harder, each thrust sending tears streaming down my cheeks. The pressure built as I surrendered to him, the overwhelming pleasure and intensity making me dizzy.

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his voice a mix of admiration and lust.

I could feel him getting closer, and I reveled in the way he lost control, the way he used me as he chased his release. The tears mixed with the warmth of my excitement, but I loved every second of it, the rawness of our connection fueling my desire.

“Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained. “I’m so close…”

I tightened my lips around him, sucking hard, humming in encouragement, wanting to feel him let go. With a few more thrusts, he finally found his release, filling my mouth as I swallowed every drop, my heart racing with exhilaration.

When he finished, he pulled back, panting heavily as he looked down at me, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. “Damn,” he said, his voice still shaky. “You... I.... fuck... I had no idea you'd meant it."

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shot him a cheeky grin. Dean lifted me on top of my desk, standing in between my thighs. "For tonight, your place or mine?” Dean asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I thought for a moment, a flutter of excitement coursing through me. I had never been to his place before, and the idea of exploring that side of him sent a thrill down my spine. “Yours,” I replied, my heart racing at the prospect.

“Good choice, I'll order in, add some candles." he said, a playful grin spreading across his face. "And show you every. single. corner."

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Between power and freedom

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The kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration, but it quickly deepened as our feelings poured out. I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped tightly around me. In that moment, everything felt right, and all the complications of our lives faded into the background.

I couldn’t help it; my hips instinctively grind against him, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against me through the denim. Dean groaned into my mouth, the sound sending a thrill through me. His hands found my hips, pulling me closer, urging me to move against him again, and I gladly obliged.

“God, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice thick with need, and I felt a rush of excitement at his reaction. The intensity between us was palpable, and I could feel the heat rising as Dean's kisses became more demanding. He nibbled and bit softly at my bottom lip, making me gasp and pull him closer, the world around us fading further into the background.

His hands roamed over my waist, fingers pinching the fabric of my shirt, teasingly tugging at it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t known was there. Every brush of his fingers felt electric, heightening my senses and making me crave more

“Dean,” I gasped, my breath hitching as he began to explore the curves of my body more boldly. The way he touched me sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending. I felt bold and reckless, lost in this moment of intimacy.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” he murmured against my skin, his voice low and rough. I couldn’t think of anything else besides him, this moment, and the hunger in his eyes.

He captured my mouth again, rougher this time, as if trying to consume me. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me to grind against him, and I felt him harden even more beneath me. The heat between us was unbearable, and my heart raced as our movements became more desperate.

Dean’s lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving a path of fire wherever he touched. The sensation was intoxicating, and I could feel myself arching into him, urging him to continue. “More,” I whispered, lost in the haze of our connection.

“Anything for you,” he breathed, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slipped under my shirt, warm and possessive as he caressed my skin. The feel of his touch made my head spin, and I felt the last remnants of hesitation fade away.

His lips trailed down my neck, exploring every inch of my skin with a gentle yet urgent hunger. I felt the warmth of his breath against my collarbone as he kissed lower, his tongue darting out to play along the curve of my shoulder. The sensation sent shivers through me, a wave of desire crashing over my body as I realized just how much I craved him.

I had never felt this kind of need before, and it was heightened by the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The freedom of my skin against his lips, the way he kissed and teased, made every nerve ending sing. He paused for a moment, his mouth hovering just above my skin as if he could sense the vulnerability and anticipation in me.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers traced the edge of my shirt, and I felt a thrill at the idea of him seeing me fully, exposed and open to him. The desire to feel his hands everywhere on me was overwhelming.

“Dean…” I breathed, urging him on.

He obliged, pulling my shirt up and over my head, leaving me bare to him. The cool air sent goosebumps racing across my skin, but it was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands. His fingers skimmed down my sides, caressing the curves of my waist, before moving to cup my breasts.

I gasped at the sensation, the way he squeezed gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His thumbs brushed over my sensitive nipples, and I arched my back, pressing closer into him. His mouth found its way back to mine as I lost myself in the moment, my body responding to him instinctively.

“You are amazing,” he said between kisses, his voice a low growl that made my heart race. I could feel his excitement radiating from him, fueling my own desires. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more—more of him, more of this connection that felt so right.

His kisses traveled down my body again, trailing lower until his mouth found its way to my chest. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipple, and I gasped at the electric sensation. I could feel the tension building within me, the heat pooling low in my stomach as he lavished attention on me, his mouth exploring with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

“Dean,” I murmured, lost in the bliss of his touch. “This feels incredible.”

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and it sent a thrill through me to see the effect I had on him. “You deserve this,” he replied, before returning to his exploration, his mouth worshipping me like I was something sacred.

The world outside faded completely as I surrendered to the pleasure, each kiss and caress drawing me deeper into a haze of ecstasy. I had never felt so alive, so wanted, and I knew in that moment that there was no turning back.

He took his time, every kiss and caress deliberate as he explored what made me gasp and moan. There was a sense of urgency in the air, but he was patient, learning what I loved and how to send pleasure coursing through my body.

As his lips traveled lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his hand moved to my thighs, teasingly gliding closer to the heat pooling between my legs. I could feel the anticipation building inside me, and my breath quickened as he finally reached the apex of my thighs.

“Hmm,” he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt the warmth and wetness that awaited him. “Someone’s been waiting for me.” His voice was low, sultry, filled with an unrestrained desire that sent a thrill through me.

His fingers danced lightly over the fabric of my panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. I felt a rush of heat at his touch, my body responding instinctively as I pushed against his hand, craving more. “Dean, please,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, pleading for him to take the next step.

With a wicked grin, he pulled my panties aside, exposing me to his gaze. His fingers found their way to my core, brushing against my wetness with a feather-light touch that made me shudder. The sensation was electrifying, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, pushing closer into his hand.

“God, so wet and ready,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine as he began to explore me more fully, fingers sliding through my folds and circling my most sensitive spots. The pressure of his touch was exquisite, and I felt my body respond to his every movement, heat pooling deep within me.

I let out a soft moan, lost in the waves of pleasure he was creating. His fingers worked in a rhythm that matched the quickening pace of my heart, and I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter with every stroke.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, filled with both curiosity and desire.

“Yes,” I gasped, my breath hitching as he pressed his fingers deeper, curling them in a way that sent me spiraling. “Oh, Dean, yes.”

With that encouragement, he became bolder, his fingers working with confidence as he found the rhythm that pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel my body responding, every nerve ending alive and tingling with sensation.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. The combination of his fingers inside me and the pressure on my clit sent me over the edge, and I surrendered completely to the pleasure.

With a gasp, I felt my release wash over me, waves of ecstasy crashing through my body as I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair. Dean watched me with a look of pure admiration and lust, and I knew that in this moment, we had crossed a line that would change everything between us.

As the last tremors of pleasure faded, I opened my eyes to find him still watching me, a satisfied smile on his lips. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “But we’re not done yet.”

Before I could respond, he shifted his position, capturing my lips with his again as he moved to take control of the moment, and I knew that this was just the beginning of something exhilarating.

He sunk down, sitting on the floor, his hands gripping my thighs as I knelt on the couch, holding onto the back for support. The thrill of anticipation coursed through me as I felt his breath against my most sensitive area, and I couldn't help but shudder with desire.

“Dean…” I whispered, my voice a mixture of longing and need, but the sound was barely out of my mouth before he buried his face between my thighs. The sensation was electric, and I gasped, my body instinctively responding to his every move.

He was like a man starved, devouring me with a fervor that made my head spin. His tongue explored me in the most delicious ways, teasing and tasting, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. I clenched the back of the couch tighter, trying to steady myself as I felt waves of ecstasy building again.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, lost in the intensity of the moment. His hands roamed over my hips, holding me steady as he lavished attention on my core, swirling and flicking his tongue with a precision that made me writhe. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, and I could feel myself teetering on the edge once more.

“You taste so good, so sweet." he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending another thrill through my body. He paused for a moment, looking up at me, his eyes dark with desire and lust. I could see the hunger etched on his face, and it only fueled my own need.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, urging him to continue.

He wasted no time obeying, diving back in with a renewed vigor. His tongue moved expertly, and I felt my body responding, rolling my hips against him as I chased the pleasure he was giving me. I was completely lost in the sensations, the world outside disappearing as all that mattered was the way he was making me feel.

With each flick of his tongue, I could feel the tension building, the sweet pressure coiling tighter and tighter within me. I was so close, and the urge to let go overwhelmed me. “Dean, I’m—” I gasped, the words tumbling out as my body began to tighten.

“Let it go, Y/N,” he encouraged, his voice low and deep. “I want to feel you.”

With that permission, I surrendered completely, the waves of pleasure crashing over me as I let go. My body shook with the force of my release, and I cried out, the sound echoing through the room as I came undone beneath him.

He continued to taste me through my climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was left breathless and trembling, the aftershocks radiating through my body. Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with me, and a triumphant grin spread across his lips.

He kissed my thigh, the heat of his breath sending shivers through my body. “Fuck, your taste… I’m so addicted,” he murmured, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. “I could do this all night.”

I whined softly at his words, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. The intensity of what he was doing to me, the way he was savoring every moment, made me ache for more. “You want that?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he pulled me closer, his tongue teasing me, triggering another wave of pleasure.

“YES” I gasped, my body responding instinctively to his every movement. “More... Dean… please.”

He smiled against me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he began to pull me against him, guiding my movements as he worked his magic. “Ride,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl that sent a thrill through me.

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my hips rolling and grinding against his mouth, seeking out that delicious friction that made my head spin. The sensation of his tongue sliding inside me, combined with the way he was urging me on, made me feel powerful and consumed all at once.

“Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice muffled but filled with need. I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly, and with each movement, I chased that high, letting my body take over as I rode him harder.

The pleasure was building once again, my body responding to him like a flame to a spark. I could feel myself getting closer, the familiar coil tightening in my core, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, his hands moving to my ass, gripping and squeezing as he guided me, forcing me to go harder."

His words drove me wild, pushing me closer to the edge. “Dean, I—” I gasped, but before I could finish, he pulled me down to him, his mouth devouring me once again, tongue dancing inside me with a fervor that made my entire body shake.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he urged, his voice a low rumble that echoed in my ears. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

With those words, I teetered on the brink, and with one final thrust of my hips, I let go completely, surrendering to the pleasure as my body exploded in waves of ecstasy. I cried out his name, the sound ringing in my ears as I came undone, every nerve ending igniting in bliss.

He held me tightly as I rode out the waves of pleasure, his mouth still working against me, drawing out every last ounce of ecstasy. When I finally came back down, panting and breathless, I looked down at him, seeing the satisfaction in his eyes.

I moved off his face, my breath still shaky as I glanced down and noticed the wet spot on his pants. Did he just come with me? The realization sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smile at the effect I had on him.

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