Jenny’s eyes fluttered open as she woke up. She had a mini panic attack as she gazed at the wall of flesh in front of her. She sighed in relief when she realised it was Dean's chest, his large, broad, muscular, downright kissable chest. She licked her lips before leaning forward and kissing it softly. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her tight against him as he slept. He shifted slightly in his sleep as her lips made contact with his chest. She grinned, glad he was still here. She slowly slid out of bed being careful not to wake him as she eased out of his grasp. She threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts and made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast. She decided she was in a bacon and pancakes mood and stretched before grabbing a skillet in one hand and a frying pan in the other.
Dean yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. He sat up slowly and pulled his pants on as he got up to look for her. He pushed the bedroom door open and the smell of bacon filled his nose. He grinned as he caught sight of her in the kitchen with a spatula in her hand. She was waving it over her head in time to the song playing on the radio. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms as he watched her sway her hips to the song. She reached out with the spatula and flipped the bacon before twirling around with her hands over her head. He grinned as he watched her break off a small piece of bacon with her hands, and toss it from hand to hand as she blew on it before popping it in her mouth. She grabbed a plate and put a cooked pancake on it before pouring more batter onto the skillet. She stirred the bacon around in the frying pan before singing along with the song.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he sidled up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He chuckled lightly when she jumped.
"Morning gorgeous," he said as he kissed the side of her neck.
"Morning stranger," she said as she leaned against his bare chest and sighed softly.
"Mmm, got any bacon to spare?" he whispered in her ear. She broke off a small piece from the strips in the pan and blew on it before popping it in his mouth. He grinned as he chewed it before giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. She closed her eyes reveling in the feel of his soft, firm lips on her forehead. He leaned down further and kissed her gently on the lips, moaning softly when she pressed back against him and let him deepen the kiss. She gasped softly as his tongue slid into her mouth before moving against her tongue, massaging it gently before the kiss turned hard and hungry. He slid his hands up her body and cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her top, he grinned as she moved her hips against him and moaned softly. She felt like her body was slowly catching fire, his hands moved over her body, sending tiny jolts of pleasure coursing through her with each touch. He wrapped one hand around her waist and slide the other into her shorts.
"Don't burn breakfast," he whispered in her ear, causing her eyes to snap open. She had completely forgotten about the pans on the stove. She eyed the bacon and figured it was crisp enough. She quickly scooped it onto a plate before turning her attention to the pancakes. She gasped as she felt his fingers strumming across her folds before dipping inside to gently pinch her swollen clit. She gripped the edge of the counter as he made slow circles around it with his fingers. She bit her bottom lip as she felt a long, skilled finger dip inside of her. He kissed the side of her neck as she picked up the spatula with shaking hands and scooped the pancake out of the skillet and onto a plate. She had enough batter to make 2 more pancakes but the pleasure coursing through her made it more and more difficult to stand, much less cook. She was about to turn off the stove when Dean took hold of her wrist with his free hand as his other hand continued it's sweet torture, fingers probing, massaging relentlessly, pressing against that sensitive spot inside of her that made her stomach flutter.
"You stop, I stop," he whispered. She groaned softly.
"Want me to stop?" he teased as he licked at her earlobe before tugging it into his mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as he let go of her wrist and slid his hand slowly up her arm before lightly squeezing her shoulder.
"What was that?" he asked as he slowed down the movements of his fingers.
"D-don't stop," she murmured as she reached for the jug with the batter and poured it into the skillet with shaking hands.
"Good girl," he whispered before speeding up his fingers again. She squeezed her eyes shut a her mouth fell open. His lips teased the side of her neck and she felt herself rapidly approaching that sweet, sweet edge.
"Dean," she murmured in a hoarse voice as she shivered uncontrollably against him. If his arms hadn't been around her, she would have collapsed in pleasure a long time ago.
"Let it go baby, cum for me," he whispered in a husky voice as he pressed his thumb against her clit and sped up the movements of his fingers. He groaned as her walls clamped down on his fingers, spasming and clenching around them as she flew over that glorious edge, moaning his name as she gripped the counter, her head drooping forward. Dean pulled her face towards his and pressed his lips to hers in a feverant kiss as he eased his fingers out of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him, grinding his hard, ready length against her rear.
"Don't let it burn," he whispered as he slowly broke the kiss. Jenny let out a small squeal as she grabbed the spatula and quickly flipped the pancake over, relieved that it wasn't burnt. Dean grinned as he slid his hands to her hips before sliding her pants down slowly. He pulled them over her thighs and down her legs. He tossed them to the side, not really caring where they landed as he quickly sent his pants flying in the same direction. She moaned softly when she felt him grinding his hips against her, his length pressing against her firm, shapely rear as he took hold of her hips. She felt him ease her legs apart as he pressed closer before sliding slowly into her entrance in one quick easy thrust. He was amazed at how easy it was to slip into her tight entrance, she was practically dripping for him.
"Oh God," she moaned as she gripped the spatula in one hand and the counter with the other. She squeezed so tight her knuckles turned white. Suddenly she remembered the pancake and quickly scooped it out and onto the plate. She poured out the last of the batter and bit her bottom lip as she felt him slowly withdraw before thrusting back in.
Dean grinned, as he watched her hands shake as she poured the batter into the skillet. He waited until she set the jug down again before sliding his hand over her stomach and down to her hips before dipping into her legs and pressing down on her clit. She arched her back and gasped as he began to move into her with quicker, deeper thrusts that literally shook her to the core. She felt his lips press against her back in a soft, gentle kiss, in total contrast to the way he was pounding into her.
"You alright baby?" he murmured as she let out a loud moan.
"Better than alright," she murmured back. "You feel s-soo good." she moaned.
"Yeah, but you feel better," he murmured back as he pushed her hair out of the way to nip and suck at the sensitive column of skin at her throat.
"Oh God," she moaned. Suddenly she remembered the pancake and quickly flipped it over before backing her hips into his. She felt herself rapidly approaching that blissful brink again and moaned loudly as his hips continued their sensual swiveling, pushing her closer and closer to that brink until she was all but flying off of it, as his name left her lips in a ecstatic scream. He eased out of her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he kissed the side of her neck, his length still rigid and ready, pressing against her as he held her close. She let out a relieved sigh as she realized the pancake was cooked and quickly switched off the stove as she took it out of the pan and put it in the plate. She felt Dean's hands on her waist as he quickly turned her around and meshed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. He twined his fingers in her hair before sliding his hands down to her hips and turning them around to set her on the counter behind him. He pressed against her as he gripped her rear, his fingers caressing the soft pliant flesh, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through her, all seemingly centered on her heated core.
He groaned softly as he felt her slide her hands down his stomach to grip his length. She stroked it a few times before guiding it to her waiting entrance, eager to have him inside of her again.
Dean increased the intensity of the kiss as he felt himself slip into her and her legs sliding around his waist. He slid his hands down her body and gripped her hips, pulling her faster onto him. Jenny reached up and gripped the shelves above her as he pounded into her harder and faster. He kissed the side of her neck, biting down softly, feeling her moan vibrate in her throat. He pressed his forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes, clouded over with lust as small, breathy cries of pleasure escaped her lips. He buried his face in the side of her neck as he plunged into her at an almost inhuman speed. She felt like she was going to explode from the sensation of him inside her at any moment. He was hurtling into her, his length filling her up as she'd never been filled before as he massaged that sweet spot inside of her with each powerful thrust. She threw her head back and let out a scream as she felt herself soaring over that blissful edge. She convulsed uncontrollably around him as her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. She felt him stiffen against her as he exploded inside of her. His head fell in the crook of her neck as he pulled her tight against him. She let go of the shelf above her and her arms draped over his shoulders as they both panted. He slowly eased out of her and gave her a soft sweet kiss before pressing his forehead against hers to gaze into her eyes.
"Wow," he breathed.
"I second that," she said with a grin. "Breakfast?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh God yes," he said with a chuckle as he helped her off the counter. Her knees buckled and she almost fell as her feet hit the ground.
"Whoa, easy there," said Dean as he wrapped his arms around her to steady her. "You alright?" he asked, a bit concerned that he might have hurt her.
"Yeah, I uh, I just can't feel my legs right now," she said with a sheepish grin as she looked up at him.
"Sorry," said Dean, looking genuinely sorry as he ran his knuckles over the side of her face.
"Don't be, I'd do it again in a heartbeat," she said with a grin as she gazed up at him. Dean chuckled as he slid an arm under her and picked her up bridal style.
"How's breakfast in bed sound?" asked Dean as he paused near the counter so she could pick up the plates.
"Sounds heavenly," she said with a grin as she grabbed the plates and he carried her to the bedroom.
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