A steamy night, awful morning 18+

Dean's P.O.V

This was not the scenario I had envisioned when I arrived here. I had not anticipated being fully involved in this situation. Yet, here I was, my body betraying me, making me lose all semblance of control. The instant her lips met mine, my thoughts became a tangled web. I could not resist the urge to explore every part of her body, my hands unable to keep their distance.

Her pleasure overflowed as my hands ventured into every part of her body, leaving no part untouched. Even as my tongue playfully danced upon her peaks, she yearned for more. Her desire for me knew no bounds, and I, without hesitation, fulfilled her every longing.

As I undressed her, laying her delicately on the bed, my fingers traced a path toward her most sensitive places, evoking uncontrollable moans. Simultaneously, my tongue caressed her peaks, propelling her into a realm of bliss. She could not remain still, writhing and wriggling beneath my touch.

The power to dominate and command her body, per my desires, brought me immense satisfaction. I continued to unleash waves of pleasure, alternating between tenderly licking and passionately sucking on both peaks, while my fingers slid in and out of her, granting her untold ecstasy.

Whispers of pleasure escaped her lips, her emotions teetering on the edge of control. With anticipation, I positioned my bare form between her trembling legs, easing myself into her with deliberate slowness.

Her grip tightened on my back as if seeking solace in the connection. A hiss escaped her lips, a flicker of concern igniting within me.

"Are you alright? I can stop if you wish," I offered, my voice laced with genuine care. But she shook her head, her breathless reply urging me on.

"No, no. I am fine. Please do not stop," she pleaded her words a breathy plea.

I nodded, granting her unspoken request. I waited allowing her to adjust to the fullness, before initiating a gentle, rhythmic motion. Each movement elicited a moan, a testament to her pleasure.

"Please, go faster," she implored and I nodded in agreement.

With a sense of urgency, her legs encircled me, anchoring us together. I held her firmly, delving deeper with each thrust, evoking a symphony of moans and her voice calling out my name.

"Oh yes. Right there, Dean. Oh God, Dean. Rub it right there."

Gradually, her words dissolved into incoherence, her eyes tightly shut. And then, I surprised her.

I withdrew out from her wet sweet part, and swiftly flipped her over, causing a gasp to escape her lips. Without hesitation, I reentered her, igniting a near-scream of ecstasy. Swiftly, I pressed my hand against her mouth, muffling any sound that threatened to escape.

At that moment, both of us were consumed by our ragged breaths, our bodies drenched in sheen sweat, as the intensity of our union filled the room, saturating the air with a potent blend of desire and pleasure.

Katherine's P.O.V

I had implored him to quicken his pace, but little did I know the tempest that would ensue. In an instant, he shed his tender façade and transformed into a wild creature, thrusting with an intensity that ignited a fire within me.

Abruptly, he halted, flipping me over with a swift motion. Without warning, he plunged into me once more. The pleasure surged through my veins, threatening to rupture my very being, causing my eyes to roll back in sheer ecstasy.

Never before had I encountered such dominance, such raw power in a man. This timid soul who had entered my home and was on my bed now possessed me entirely, each thrust sending ripples of euphoria coursing through my every fiber. I could no longer contain myself; I was wholly consumed by him.

His hands relinquished their hold on my mouth, finding solace upon my breasts and abdomen as his pace intensified. I sensed his climax approaching, mirroring my impending release.

In due time, I felt him penetrate me with a final, forceful thrust, releasing himself within me, and propelling me into a state of unparalleled bliss. We collapsed upon the bed, our breaths ragged, his hands still ensnared around my trembling form.

He slipped away from the bed, leaving me yearning for his touch once more. I turned to face him, longing to caress his face. Yet, he clasped my hand, gently shaking his head, a silent plea for respite.

"Please, don't make things even harder for me," he panted, struggling to regain his breath.

"Dean, I..." I yearned to express my gratitude for the extraordinary night he had bestowed upon me, but he cut me off.

"Katherine, I am utterly drained and I know you are too. So, let's just sleep. You have obligations tomorrow, don't you?" He inquired, and I nodded in agreement.

He slowly sat up, and I thought he was about to leave. Yet, he didn't. Instead, he drew the covers over both of us, enveloping us in warmth. Then, he bestowed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Good night, Katherine," he whispered with a tender smile.

Oh God, he is so handsomely gorgeous.

"Good night, Dean."

I drifted off to sleep faster than ever before in my entire existence.

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Katherine's POV

The next morning, I awoke to discover that Dean was no longer beside me in bed. Perplexed, I sat up and surveyed the room, noticing his absence of his clothes. I checked the bathroom as a precaution, but he was nowhere to be found. In a rush, I hastily left the bed and scoured for my nightgown before hurrying downstairs to locate him. In the living room, I stumbled upon one of my housekeepers tidying the center table.

"Jane, did you happen to see the visitor who arrived yesterday?" I inquired.

Initially bewildered, she soon comprehended my query.

"Oh, yes. He departed a while ago. He instructed us not to disturb you as you needed rest. I apologize for not informing you, Ma'am," she explained.

"It's alright. Thank you," I replied and made my way back to my bedroom.

I pondered whether his considerate demeanor was a constant trait or merely a ploy to sidestep any potential turmoil. The confusion swirled within me, leaving me unable to decipher the truth. Resolving to set aside this enigma, I readied myself for the day's work.

Dean's POV

I trudged home, a heavy weight of numbness and queasiness enveloping me. A maelstrom of sorrow and anger churned within, directed at my own actions from the previous night. I had lost control, succumbing to deeds I knew were morally wrong. The guilt washed over me, as if I had betrayed Julia, despite her being the one who had initiated the entire affair.

As I stepped into our house, she hurried down the stairs from our bedroom, embracing me tightly. I guess she must have seen me coming into the house from our bedroom window. I lacked the strength then to push her away. Her joy at seeing me was palpable, and eventually, she released her hold.

Though my world lay shattered, I summoned the strength to plaster a false smile upon my face.

"How did it go?" she inquired, making me stare back at her in disbelief and shock.

"I'd rather not discuss it. I'm utterly exhausted. I assumed you would have departed for work by now," I responded, hoping to evade that conversation.

"Yes, I'm nearly done. But, let me fetch you something to eat first. I bet you must be hungry," she offered, but I declined with a shake of my head.

"I'm not hungry at the moment. I'll prepare something for myself when hunger strikes," I said, mustering a feeble smile.

"Are you certain?" she pressed.

I nodded, and she planted a tender kiss on my cheek.

"I'll retrieve my bag and be on my way then. Take care of yourself, alright?" she uttered, to which I nodded in reply.

She sprinted up the stairs in a frenzy to retrieve her bag, while I sauntered towards the cozy living room and settled myself onto the cushioned seat. A heavy cloud of desolation weighed upon me, draining every ounce of vigor from my being which rendered me utterly incapable of undertaking any task.