Angel Food Cake

TITLE: Angel Food Cake

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Supernatural

SHIP: Dean / Anna

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Four – Episode 10

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 4, EPISODE 10. What we didn’t get to see happen between Dean and Anna in the back of the Impala.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Anna knew. She knew what he had done in hell and yet; all he could see in her beautiful, big dark eyes was understanding, no judgment or pity. For that, alone, he could easily accept her claim of once being an angel. He told her he didn’t want to talk about it and she didn’t press him, just told him there were people who would listen, who would help when he was ready. Her hand was warm as her long, slender fingers rested on his cheek. She was standing close and the starlit darkness made the moment all the more intimate. She smelled faintly of vanilla and caramel as he drew in a deep, steadying breath.

She moved even closer, hesitated just ever so slightly and then her lips were pressed, warm and soft against his, her body pressed lightly against his and she must have been standing on the tips of her toes. He felt a little electric charge pass between them that widened his eyes and then her lips are gone. He could taste cherries from her lip-gloss. “What was that for?” he asked already knowing the answer. “Last night on earth and all that.” She replied a coy smile bowing her full lips and flashing her straight white teeth. “You’re stealing my best line.” He accused playfully and her smile widened. It might not be the best idea, considering all the factors involved, but he’d had worse. It’s not entirely his alone and they’re both consenting adults. They both need it. They understand each other.

Dean leaned forward and pulled her into his arms, lowering his lips, gently at first, but her hand cups the back of his head and he deepens the kiss with hungry passion. Her lips open under his and her tongue tasted sweet as it tangled with his. She moaned softly into his mouth when he cupped her ass and lifted her off her feet. She slid up the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans as she wrapped her long legs around him. He kneaded the firm globes of her ass through the denim of her jeans as he walked them to his car. She leaned back over the roof, her hands guiding his lips away from hers to lick and suck his way down her throat and to the top of her cleavage accessible through the low scoop of her blouse’s neckline.

With, the support of the car at her back, he was able to free a hand to open the back door. He took care not to hit her head as he bent over and guided her onto the back seat. She scooted back, allowing him to follow her, kneeling on the seat between her legs as he pulled the door shut behind him. They hardly take their eyes off each other as he shrugged out of his jacket and dragged his t-shirt off over his head while she undid the buttons of her blouse to reveal a white, lace, scallop edged bra, just a few shade lighter then her sculpted, porcelain skin, which showcased her heaving bosoms to great effect. He can see just a little apprehension in her gaze, but it is no match for the heat and passion radiating from them as well. He licked his lips, tasting her on them and he swooped down to capture her lips again.

They kissed hungrily, her hands warm and smooth on the skin of his back and shoulders. He lifted his lips from hers and reached for her jeans. She lifted her ass, undulating slowly to help him as he dragged the jeans and panties off her hips and down her legs. Anna smiled and a soft, nervous chuckle slipping from her lips when they got caught on her feet as he lifted and bent her legs and he had to tug firmly to finally get them off. He caressed the shapely curve of her calves and down along her thighs. Dean grasped her hips and with a little effort helped her reverse their position so that she was straddling him. They kissed again after she tossed her hair clear of her face. She broke the kiss and looked down at him. Her eyes slid to the left and the she lightly placed her hand over the handprint that had been burned into his skin when Castiel had pulled him out of hell. It was almost a perfect match. “Who would have thought the big bad Castiel would have such girly hands?” He mused. He flicked his eyes to her hand and then back to her face to see her straight white teeth pressing into to her full, ruby lower lip.

Anna caressed the mark for a moment and then with a sigh she dismissed it, letting her fingers trail away down his chest. He exhaled slowly and smiled up at her reassuringly before reaching up to cup her cheek and pulled her lips back to his. She raised herself up onto her knees before she blindly tackled his belt and then the fastenings of jeans. With, a bit of a struggle they managed to get his jeans and boxers far enough down his legs so that after he kicked off his shoes, he could shuck them off as well. Her skin felt warm and smooth against his thighs as she straddled them, his throbbing erection pressing up against her trim belly and her stiff peaks of her pert breasts brushed against his chest as she leaned down and he lifted his head to kiss her hungrily. Her soft, red hair tickled the backs of his hands as he ran them across her silky smooth shoulders and down her back.

Anna’s hand slid down between them and Dean let out a soft, breathy groan of delight as her fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft and slowly explored it’s length in their smooth grip. She stroked him a few times until his hips were slowly undulating to drive himself into her wonderful grasp. Her lips hovers above his, her breath warm and sweet as they stared into each other’s eyes. She shifted her knees forward, the leather squeaking slightly and lifted herself up as she gripped the base of his cock. He had to work to still his hips, giving her control as she guided herself over him. Dean reached up and brushed the hair that had fallen across her face out of the way, lightly caressing her cheek as he did. His dick twitched and he drew in a shuddering breath as she slid him through her folds, heat radiating onto him, slippery grease coating his tip. The straight white tips of her teeth pressed into her full lower lip as she seated him at her snug entrance. He grasped her hips to take some of her weight as she released him and splayed her fingers out across his chest for balance and then relaxed her thighs to lower herself.

Her nails dug into his skin as her fingers flexed and threw back her head with a gasp. A deep groan rumbled in Dean’s chest as moist heat and velvet pressure slowly engulfed him. She surrounded him by slow degrees, her slippery, but tight and resistant flesh parting reluctantly; her channel drawing a fiery trail of friction down his length until she settled on his crotch. They both let out slow breaths as she slowly rocked back and forth on him as she adjusted to him. His hips undulated slowly; an unconscious reaction to the velvet caress of her flexing sex and his hands lightly kneaded the tops of her thighs. She had incredibly smooth skin Dean decided. “God damn, you’re beautiful.” He told her in an awed whispered and she pressed a finger over his lips and slowly shook her head. ”Don’t do that.” She admonished him followed by a breathy sigh as they started to increase the range of their motion.

“What? Tell the truth?” he asked and groaned as she slowly circled her hips. She smiled even as her teeth pressed into her lower lip. “No… You should tell the truth, but you shouldn’t use His name in vain and you don’t need to flatter me either.” She told him. “Not flattery, just an observation.” He responded as he cupped and fondled her ass. She reached back and he saw her fingers draw squeaky trails on the misted window before they found purchase. She used the leverage to draw herself up his length and then dropped down, her eyelids fluttering and his hips bucking up to grind into her. She rose again and after a few tries, they found a comfortable counter sync rhythm that had her riding his length. Her tight sex was a snug, sweet, heated velvet caress that had his spine arching and the small of his back twitching as his buttocks tensed as he strained to meet her.

Dean grunted with the heavy surges of pleasure that were driving him ever closer to release. Her sex flexed and squeezed around him as she circled her hips and panted with soft, short cries of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled himself up to catch her lips in an intense hungry kiss. He nipped and sucked at the side of her neck as she rocked on him with little gasps and he ground against her. She arched her back and he buried his face in the sweet valley of his cleavage, his tongue tasting salt as he lapped at the sweat that had accumulated there. Her breasts brushed his cheeks with a feather light touch as she cradled his head in her hands. He turned his head and with blind nips and a swirling tongue searched and finally found the turgid tip of her nipple. Anna gasped and her fingers tightened in his hair as he sucked hard, nursing at the firm tube.

They undulated with him buried deep inside her, her tight channel twisting and rippling around him. He pulled in heavy breaths through his flared nostrils, pulling in air and the exotic perfume of sex as he nursed at first one nipple and then the other. “That feels so good.” She noted breathily and he groaned his agreement against the firm flesh of her breast. His ass and abdomen were tense and quivering with strain as he tried to hold back his release while continuing to move and enjoy the wonderful union they were sharing. He felt her trim belly start to tremble against his and the rippling and flexing of her sex around him started to become more erratic. She enveloped him completely and she saturated his every sense, condensing his world to the wondrous taste, sight, scent, sound and feel of her and he reveled in it, let him drive him on.

Dean started to pant with exertion, sucking in fast gulps of air to fuel his burning lungs and thundering heart as he bucked up into her again and again and again. The sound of their flesh colliding wetly reverberated around the tight confines of the car to mix with his grunts and her cries. He was soon at the very limits of his control and he knew she was close too. He lifted his face from the sweet heaven of her breasts as he clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. Sounds, which were part growl, part grunt rumbled in his throat as he strained to keep moving and not surrender to the insistent and enticing tension and pressure that had build up in his balls. He found her eyes just in time to see them widen in the dim light and the timbre of her cry changed, becoming sharper, but drawn out as she clutched at his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin while her sex locked and at the same time flooded around him in climax.

The sudden tightening of her channel around him was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Dean threw his head back and surrendered with a gasp to stifle the roar he felt building in his chest as his back arched cementing himself firmly against her as his dick swelled against the tight, velvety confines of clenched channel before pulsing as he emptied himself into her in a series of heavy, joyful spurts. The roar, although muted, still leaked from his lips, vibrating his chest against the firm, warm pillows of her breasts as they clutched at each other. Powerful waves of pleasure inundated him with each surge and his muscles twitched, as they remained tense for longer than they relaxed. His nerves zipped and buzzed with blissful energy while his blood sang in his ears, and his heart hammering in his chest as the force of release swept through him. Her body quivered against his and her sex rippled around him, milking him. Dean poured himself into her, reveling in the loss of control as much as the joy of sexual release.

They remained pressed together and tense as their respective climaxes ran their course. He felt her lips on his shoulder as he nuzzled at her neck, smelling sweat and sex. Spent, he fell back and drew her with him. He heard her groan and then sigh next to his ear as she settled on top of him. It took a little effort, but they managed to stretch out as best they could. She kissed his chest before resting her head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms lightly around her and kissed the top of her red head. They groaned again as he slid free of her, the friction sending tingling echoes of his climax arching back through his nerves. They relaxed in silent, sated calm, neither finding the need to say anything. The car with its windows misted up, felt like a cocoon, warm, safe and isolated from the real and fairly frightening dark world he generally lived in.

His fingers drew idle, but intricate patterns on the satin smooth skin of her back as their breathing and heartbeats returned to normal. The vanilla and caramel of her scent returned, but now mixed with the delightfully exotic undertone of sex. She snuggled against him and he murmured her name in contentment and enjoyment as her sumptuous skin shifted against his. The simplicity of the comforting weight of her warm feminine form resting on his and her steady, even breathing were nearly as enjoyable as the frenzied passion they’d just shared. “Almost.” He thought with a grin.

THE END