Page 78 of All Your Pain
My arms shoot outwards to brace the wall as his mouth connects and his tongue licks up my arousal. I have to slap a hand over my mouth so I don’t scream out and let the entire hospital know what we’re doing.
“My favorite,” he starts to say between licks, “is your face as you come. The way it contorts so beautifully as I wring every drop of pleasure from you.”
A muffled cry gets trapped behind my palm as his tongue pushes inside me and his nose nudges against my clit. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last like this. My orgasm is already dangerously close to the surface.
I find myself grinding against him, matching the strokes of his tongue and he growls out, “that’s it, baby, ride my face. Suffocate me with this pussy so the nurses have to come and resuscitate me,over and over. This is exactly how I want to go out, with the taste of you still fresh on my tongue.”
His words spur me on and his grip on my hips tightens as I grind down on him with so much vigor the bed starts to squeak.
Dean’s tongue explores me like he’s memorizing every inch of my pussy and I find myself wanting him to do that all over my body. I can barely hold back my scream as I come right onto his devil-like tongue and into his mouth. As my body quakes and shudders he keeps lapping at me. Even when my knees completely give out and I fall hard onto his face he doesn’t stop.
My head falls back and as I blink away the stars threatening to overtake my vision, the small board above the hospital bed with Dean’s name on comes into focus.
“Your…your last name isCross?”I ask breathlessly, my tongue feeling too heavy in my mouth to speak coherently but he understands me perfectly.
“Mhm,” he murmurs against me, bringing me closer to another orgasm. I push off him just enough to see his face but the loss of his tongue makes me whimper.
“Cross?” I force myself to ask again and he raises an eyebrow, impatient to bury himself back between my legs. He tugs at my thighs pulling me closer but I stop him just for a moment.“Thisis your last name?” I lift my shirt and point to the large X he carved under DEAN. The devilish smirk he gives me tells me all I need to know. “I thought it was a kiss,” I half-laugh, half-moan as he moves his head forward enough to lick a long line up my pussy and ends it with a flick of the tip of his tongue against my clit.
“I can easily add some kisses if you want, baby.” I lose track of everything as Dean tugs me forward and kisses my clit over and over again, sucking it into his mouth with each purse of his lips. Two fingers slide easily into my drenched pussy and make my legs tremble with another orgasm that has me almost falling off the bed. Knowing he’ll catch me, I let it overtake me and my body crumbles.
Dean’s strong, steady arms guide me off him and onto his chest. I feel a light caress over my backside as he pulls a blanket over us both and I snuggle into him. When I manage to drag my eyes open I see the huge smirk on his face and the wetness shining off his lips.
Without thinking I lean up and taste myself. “I love you so fucking much, Willow.” Dean grasps my hair pushing my mouth closer to his so our tongues and teeth clash desperately together. “If I can’t fuck you here then we’re going home, right now.”
I nod knowing there’s no other place I want to be.
31
WILLOW
Ever since we got back, Dean's house really has felt like home. Almost losing him awoke something in me that made me see what I’ve had right in front of me all this time.
None of it’s normal with Dean but I don’t care.
He makes me feel safe and wanted.
I’ve even learnt to embrace my darker side and am starting to really let myself enjoy everything he gives me. The pleasure and the pain, which go hand in hand, don’t make me feel dirty or wrong anymore.
My eyes have finally opened to see just how much Dean wants me.
I’m also starting to see between the cracks of his shields that he’s had up for so long. It feels like they were always destined to be broken by me.
It’s like we’ve both been waiting to find each other and now that we have, we can finally let our walls down.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Dean says from somewhere ahead of me.
“They are!” I laugh nervously from behind my hands as I cover my eyes and rock on the balls of my feet as I wait for him to show me whatever’s had him looking so anxious and excited for the last few days.
I hear the pull of curtains and can feel the warmth of the mid-morning sun against my skin.
Butterflies start to flutter in my stomach as I sense him approach me. His fingers lightly caress my wrists and as he starts to pull my hands from my face, he quietly says, “you can look now.”
I blink as my eyes adjust to the light and I take the room in. I’m not sure what I was expecting or what the room was even used for before but now it looks like an artist's studio.
Shelves line the walls, full of various paints, brushes and boxes of pens and pencils. On a large desk is a huge sheet of paper with an adjustable lamp positioned over it. There’s even a light box for drawing on a raised desk in front of the window, an easel to the side and a stack of different sized canvases next to that.
“I don’t understand,” I say, not really sure what I’m looking at. “You did all of this?”