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The bed was just more proof that Sam wasn’t good at taking care of himself.
Oh, he had his routines, the workouts, the running, eight hours of sleep whenever he could get them, the healthy food. But that was all the first level of the pyramid. What you meant, and tried to make him understand, was indulgence. Sleeping in. Ice cream in the middle of the night. Standing outside in the rain, even if it might get you sick. A comfortable bed that didn’t make you feel like someone had stapled a porcupine to your back.
You and Sam had pretended to be casual for a long time, life on the road and the constant threat of a violent death making the wish to define your relationship feel almost silly. But it had never been casual, not for a single second of it. You fell for him, and you fell hard, and as he finally told you, it was the same for him. So you had stopped torturing yourself and had simply gone all in. Sweet indulgence.
The circumstances of your unusual lives were highlighted again when Sam asked you, officially, like you were a normal couple out in the normal world, to move into the bunker with him and Dean. It was the sweetest thing in the world. You’d stayed in the bunker whenever you weren’t on the road. The appeal of a place to stay, a real place, not another anonymous hotel with questionable hygiene standards, had been immediate and you’d accepted Sam’s offers of staying with him and Dean as often as you could. So when Sam finally asked you, nervous as all hell, if you wanted to stay permanently, the choice had been pretty easy.
Pretty easy. Because there was that damn bed.
You’d actually wondered if Sam was following some spiritual path that required constant physical discomfort that you didn’t know about. That’s how bad it was. And that was for you – Sam didn’t even fully fit into the bed, his feet constantly dangling over the end of it. On your first ever night in the bunker you’d woken up with a pain between your shoulders that made you flinch when you tried to get up, rolling yourself unsexily out of the bed, your foot meeting the ground way too early.
That was another thing – the bed was not just uncomfortable, the mattress saggy, but the bed was also close to the floor, making it even worse for Sam, your beautiful giant. So when he asked you to move in and you were done kissing his face, you’d held his big head in your hands.
“One condition,” you said, forcing your voice and expression into seriousness, trying to suppress the stupid-silly grin you knew was all over your visage. Sam, bless him, had actually looked worried. You pushed your nose against him, and then said: “That horrible bed has to go.”
So that’s how you found yourself shopping for furniture. The pure domesticity of it made you giddy – you were out with Sam, during the day, not trudging through a graveyard, holding hands, trying to understand what the hell the difference between innerspring and memory foam was. You sat on one mattress, then laid down on it, thought it was good, then moved to the next one, thought it was good as well, but for no money in the world could you have said which one was better. But luckily, you had Sam.
A shop assistant walked up to you, clearly sensing your desperation. Her name tag said Shirley, and when she asked you what you were looking for, you said: “Well, Shirl, I really don’t have any idea.”
She chuckled a little. “Well,” she asked, her hands waving around and drawing you in, “do you prefer a softer mattress or one that’s more firm?”
You looked up at Sam. You preferred a mattress that didn’t have guts on them, but you weren’t sure you should tell Shirley that. Well, she probably preferred that as well, but maybe it wasn’t as much of a problem in her life as it was in yours.
Luckily, Sam jumped in. “I think more firm, for our neck and backs,” he said. “We’re on the road a lot, driving, so that probably makes a difference as well.”
You could have kissed him. Instead you squeezed his hand tighter where you were holding it.
“I see,” Shirley said, in full business mode now. “We still want you to be comfortable, so we’re looking for firm, but not too firm.”
Sam nodded, looked down at you. “Better for spinal alignment,” he explained. Sure, spinal alignment. You had to fight the urge to kiss him again. He could have become a mattress expert at any point in the time he had been living in the bunker. He probably didn’t know crap about them. But then, just when you were set to move in, he decided to become a professional mattress man.
Shirley nodded. “Anything else that’s important to you?” You wanted to mention that you were planning on having a lot of sex with the handsome man beside you on this new bed, but same with the guts thing, you weren’t sure that was something Shirley necessarily needed to be involved in.
So instead you answered: “Well, he, uh, he always almost breaks his back getting into bed, since it’s pretty low. So I guess it would be good it he didn’t have to do that. Break his back.” Shirley smiled at you. “I’m sure we can find the perfect bed for the perfect you.” You were pretty sure that was the store’s slogan, but Shirley inserted it perfectly into the conversation. Not bad, Shirl, not bad, you thought.
She cocked her head a little to the side then, looking at you and Sam. She pursed her lips and then leaned in, and with a conspiring tone said: “Not to overstep, but you two seem like a lovely couple,” and then, raising her eyebrows and with a proud look on her face, continued: “I have a sense for these things.” You and Sam smirked, and then Shirley was waving you away to look at some beds and mattresses. You briefly pushed yourself up on your toes to get closer to Sam’s ear.
"She has a sense for these things,” you whispered, pushing your side against his. A wide grin spread on Sam’s face as he pulled you closer. “She’s not wrong.”
Two weeks later, you were ready to burn down that damn Men of Letters frat torture device when you received a notification that your new bed and mattress were due to be delivered. It would have been too awkward to have the delivery guys come into the bunker, so Sam and Dean hauled the packages down the stairs and through the bunker, you running around them, moving chairs out of the way. Dean managed to complain every second of the way, but you were barely hearing it. You would sleep in a nice bed that night. Your shoulders nearly sighed at the prospect.
Finally, the two had carried everything to your and Sam’s room. You had taken down the old bed earlier that day, Sam offering his help but you had held up the electric drill like it was a gun, squeezing the trigger once, and said it was something personal and that you had to take care of it yourself.
Dean offered his help with building the bed, which was sweet, until he lost the first screw and nearly decapitated Sam when he blindly swung around while holding a long board, that you were pretty sure he was holding upside down. You had gently banished him from the process, instead asking if he wanted to take care of dinner that night, and maybe get groceries. He’d trudged away, none the wiser. You turned back to Sam, who was kneeling on the ground, looking at instructions, and let out a long sigh. He grinned at you and you’d continued building.
It had gone smoothly, all things considered, and you’d forced Sam to high-five you several times. You hadn’t been able to convince him to yell “super couple!” at the same time, but a win was a win.
Eventually, you were done. You and Sam were standing at the foot of the bed, looking proudly at your work. It looked perfect. The bed was high, the mattress thick. It had a pretty looking headboard that Sam could sit against when he read in the evenings. You’d also splurged on some nice sheets and pillows as a surprise for Sam, already bought a few days earlier so you could wash and dry them.
You looked up at Sam now, who was standing by your side, and you didn't try to hide the wide grin on your face. Without warning you rushed forward and jumped on the bed, needing to tug your legs in a little because of its height, plopping down on it face first. You moaned deeply.
Out of your periphery, you noticed Sam walking to his side, pressing down on the mattress carefully but not getting on the bed.
“Sam,” you sighed, “this is heaven.”
You heard him chuckle. “Okay,” he said, “I stand corrected.”
“You just need to learn to treat yourself a little,” you said. “It doesn’t all have to be practicable and reasonable all the time.”
You had closed your eyes, so you only heard him respond: “I have you for that.” You grinned, then opened your eyes, lifting your head up on your elbow. You looked at Sam, the way he was looking at the bed, examining it.
“Hi,” you said. He looked at you face. “Hi,” he said, a slight smile on his face.
You pushed yourself up on both arms and crawled over to him. It actually took you a second to get from your end to his. This bed was the best.
You reached him and sat on your knees. With the height of the bed you were a little taller than you’d have been if you were standing up, so you could sling your arms around his neck. “Hi,” you said again. Sam grinned, looping his own arms around your waist. He kissed you, gently, rubbing your back. You returned the kiss, a little more eager, pressing yourself against him a little. You felt him smile against your lips. You moved away from him, but not far.
“We’re gonna have to christen this thing sooner or later,” you said, being very reasonable. Sam full on grinned, pulled you back in. Before kissing you again, he said against your lips: “From what I understand that will require a lot of liquids.”
You pulled your head back but he chased you with his lips, catching your cheek instead. “Sam Winchester!” you chuckled. “Out of you of all people!” He kissed your cheek, then your jaw. “You’re a bad influence, ‘s all,” he said, and you leaned your head against his. Just then you heard Dean yelling down the hall that dinner was ready.
Life at the bunker and access to a kitchen had brought forth pretty impressive cooking skills in Dean, so as you were sitting around the small table in the kitchen, eating, you kept complementing him, feeling a little bad about having banished him from bed building earlier. Dean bristled at your compliments, grinning at Sam, silently congratulating him on the excellent choice he had made picking you as his girlfriend. You and Sam did the dishes, since Dean had cooked, standing next to each other in front of the sink. You bumped your hip into Sam’s, although it landed more on his thigh. You grinned up at him and he grinned too. You could have burst from happiness in that moment.
Then you had another beer with Dean, diving into age old discussions you’d had a thousand times, the routine and familiarity of it comforting. You’d been passionately making a point, only to keep being interrupted by Dean, when Sam had suddenly stood up, put his empty beer bottle near the sink and stretched himself.
“I’m kind of beat,” he said, turning back to you two. You stopped talking with your index finger pointing at Dean’s face. And then, not subtle at all, Sam smacked his lips once, looked at you, and asked: “You coming?” Well, someone was eager.
You looked at your own beer, still a third of the way full. “Uh, yeah,” you said, taking a chug, and then another one, quickly downing it. You stood up, tripped a little bit over your foot you’d had tugged under you, and put your bottle near Sam’s.
You turned around, a polite smile on your face. “Night, Dean,” you said.
“Mmh hmm, good night,” Dean replied, looking suspiciously at you two over the rim of his beer bottle.
You and Sam left the room, very casually. It was only a few steps to your bedroom, and you didn’t talk on the way. When you made it in, you closed the door behind you, and then you and Sam were standing a little bit from the foot of the bed again, just like you had done earlier when you’d finished building it.
Sam looked at you, and just as you were about to reach up to him to pull him down to you, he grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up and carrying you the few steps to the bed, where he deposited you. You squealed loudly, his grip on your body tickling you. He laid you down so that you were hanging off the end of the bed from your knees downwards, and he was leaning over you. He kissed you, but you couldn’t stop giggling. He broke off from you, surveyed your face, grinning at your amusement.
“That was real subtle what you did there, Sam,” you said, cupping his face. He shrugged. “Couldn’t help it,” he said, “I just want you so badly.”
He kissed you again, and you hugged his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. What had just been giggly and silly suddenly started taking on a different air. Sam’s hands were running up your ribs and you pushed yourself up against him slightly. When Sam turned his head to start kissing your neck, you left your eyes closed.
“You know what the best thing is?” you said, winding your fingers into his hair. “Hmm?” Sam went, not taking his mouth of you. “No matter what we do tonight,” you said, you breathing getting a little heavier at Sam’s kisses, “because of this bed, our spines will be so well aligned that we will both still be able to walk tomorrow.”
Sam moved his head up at that, a mischievous grin on his face. “Is that a challenge?”
It took you a second, then you laughed. “Walked right into that one, huh?” you said.
“You won’t tomorrow,” he replied, the cockiness of it destroying any chance of replying something clever in you. Right then he ground himself against you and a little moan escaped you instead. You tugged your legs up, resting them on Sam’s sides, humming in reaction to what he was doing to your neck. Then you pushed yourself up on your elbows and then on your hands, making Sam stand up straight. He held your thighs and then frowned.
“Wow,” he said, “ that, standing up just now, did not hurt at all.” You grinned against him. “Yeah,” you said, pecking his lips, “Shirley the super sales woman did a pretty good job,” you replied, and then, tugging at him again. “Now what was that about not walking tomorrow?” Sam grinned. “Let me get on that,” he whispered.
He kissed you again, still cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek and then the bottom of your lower lip, right where he was kissing you, his other hand helping you stay up by being spread out on your back. You were holding on to his shoulders when you felt his tongue nudge at your lip. You opened your mouth to let him in, moaning at the taste of him. Sam used that as a signal to start tugging at your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head when you let go of his shoulders and raised your arms. He threw the shirt somewhere behind him in the room, looking at you lovingly, one hand brushing some hair behind your ear. Then his other hand reached behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra and he pulled it off you.
“Remember when you used to be really bad at that?” you teased him. Sam shook his head. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he said, acting purposefully ignorant, just as his two big hands went up to your breasts, cupping them, immediately running his thumbs over your nipples. You arched your back towards him, looking up at him while he watched you body’s reaction to him, that hungry look building in his eyes.
His eyes went from your breasts up to your face, and he leaned down to kiss you again. You hummed against him, pulling at his shoulders to bring him. As he leaned into you he moved his mouth to your ear.
“I’m gonna make you scream tonight,” he whispered. You had to close your eyes at that. You knew he would, and the sexual confidence he had been building with you was making your clench your thighs. Sam was so sweet and gentle that it was sometimes almost overwhelming. The little bit of cockiness looked good on him. And he certainly was able to live up to everything he was promising.
Your hands went to the top button of his shirt, but one of his hands left your breast, dwarfing both of yours in it and pushed them down as he shook his head.
“You first,” he said. You raised your eyebrows.
“Well, duh”, you said, as if Sam had fucked you even once in your entire relationship without making you come once, or twice, first. “But I can’t appreciate my beautiful man during it?” you asked. “I mean, what do you have all these muscles for if not for me to get all gooey over?”
Sam grinned, moved both of his hands away from you to open the top button of your jeans, not answering, then opened the second one and finally the third one. He ran his hands down the sides of your jeans, cupping your butt. You let go of him and pushed yourself up, and together you two wrangled you out of your pants. It would have been a million times easier if you had simply laid back, raised your ass and let Sam pull them off you, but now that you had him so close you didn’t want to move away from him even for a second.
Finally Sam pulled them over your knees, stepped aside shortly to let them drop, and then grabbed your thighs, moving himself between them, at the same time pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. You gasped at the display of his strength, ran your hands over his chest. He marveled down at you, now naked except for your panties. You bit your lip looking up him, knowing how it got him flustered.
“Sam, baby, please,” you said, at the same time moving your hands to the hem of his shirt, where it was just barely hanging over the waistband of his jeans. “Let me objectify you,” you said, making your voice sound sweet. Sam huffed, and you could see in how his tongue was running over his teeth that he was thinking.
“Fine,” he said, reluctantly letting go of your thighs, quickly starting to unbutton his shirt. You clapped your hands together once. “Yay!” you said. Sam grinned at your enthusiasm as he reached the last button, quickly tearing the shirt off his shoulders. Before you could even think of getting involved, he pulled the t-shirt he wore underneath up and off over his head.
God, he looked glorious, his hair falling nearly to his broad shoulders, his skin tan and taut in all the right places. You grinned, pushing your tongue between your teeth. Once he’d deposited the shirt by letting it drop, he grabbed your thighs again, pushing against you.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Veeery,” you said, running your hands over him again, licking your lips at the same time, and then, looking at his chest, you purred: “Hey, missed you guys.”
Sam froze for a minute. “Did you—” he started, and after shortly collecting himself, continued: “Did you just talk to my pecs?” You looked up at him, clueless.
“Yeah,” you responded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Why would you—” Sam started.
“Their names are Richie and Marcus and I missed them,” you explained at the same time. Sam made a pfff sound.
“Interesting,” he concluded.
You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. “I think you need to shut me up,” you said then. “I’m too giddy, too happy.”
Sam’s face became soft then. He rubbed his thumb over your chin. “No such thing,” he replied, his voice low.
You grinned at him, then framed his face with your hands, pulling him close to kiss you again. Sam pulled you impossibly closer. It was almost painful, but in a way that was perfect and pleasant and wonderful.
You pressed your tongue into his mouth and before you knew it, you were slowly rocking against the bed under you, looking for friction. Sam noticed, letting one hand that had been roaming your body wander slowly, stroking your stomach and then coming to rest over your still clothed pussy, slowly pressing against the fabric. You were already sensitive, so you pushed against him, seeking him out.
He gently started rubbing you, a little moan escaping you. You separated your lips, one arm around his neck, looking up into his eyes. “I want you so much, Sam,” you breathed, and he kissed you again. Sam’s hand moved to the side a little and he pulled the fabric of your panties to the side, giving him direct contact to your clit. He turned his hand so that his palm was against mound, four fingers rubbing lightly against you. You bit your lip at that. Seeing his large hand there, those thick fingers – you knew what he had in store for you.
But Sam took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, and even as your sounds were becoming more urgent and you started rocking against him, he kept his own pace. It was a tease, in a way, but you also knew it would pay off. When you masturbated before you met Sam, it was always goal-oriented, enjoyable, but a job to get done. Only with Sam had you started appreciating the slowness, the build-up more.
It was ironic, really – the one area where he was the one who liked to indulge instead of you. It seemed like you both learned from each other.
You eventually separated your lips from his, the pleasures of kissing him having to take a backseat so you could look down yourself, one arm still around his neck for balance, so you could pull your legs up a little, make his access easier. He was looking down at what he was doing to you as well, and his breathing had picked up.
You felt a rush of excitement at wondering how many rounds he would push himself through today before giving into his own pleasure. You’d tried having quickies with Sam before, but it was simply not his style. A Sam Winchester quickie consisted of him making you come, and then making you come some more when you were alone later. You certainly weren’t going to complain about that.
You leaned your upper body back a little, both to give him better access to you but also because you breathing was getting heavier and it was easier to hang on to him this way.
“Does that feel good?” Sam asked, watching you, and then looking up at your lips. “Yes, baby,” you said, and it came out breathless. “It feels so good.”
That was what Sam wanted, what he craved, you thought sometimes, even more than sexual release – praise, someone to tell him he was doing everything right, was excelling even. He was a humble person but letting go of that humbleness in the bedroom had been one of the indulgence you had brought into the relationship with you.
After you’d only been together for a while, you had laid under him, legs spread wide, and while he was slowly fucking you, you’d started telling him how amazing he felt, how much he filled you up, how he made you come harder than anyone else ever had. It was the truth, and you just thought he should now. Sam had looked down at you, his pupils blown wide, the movements of his hips going faster.
“Fuck,” he’d said, his voice more broken than you had heard it in any of the nights you’d spent together. “Say it again, tell me again.”
And you had, painting a vivid picture (God, you feel so amazing, you’re so fucking good, Sam, you take such good care of me, my pussy belongs to you), to the point where he had needed to pull out of you, his forehead resting on your shoulder, panting hard. You’d asked him if he was okay, and he had looked up at you.
“Yes,” he said, “but I’m gonna come too soon if you keep talking like that.”
You’d had a long talk after that night. Sam had felt embarrassed, a grown man who craved that kind of confirmation, but it had only made you fall harder for him. And ever since then, you had spoiled him. It was easy to tell Sam he was doing a good job, because he usually was, but you had been more than happy to oblige.
You moved your head to toss your hair away from your neck a little bit. “Kiss me, Sam, please,” you said, and he did, first your lips, then next to your nose, slowly moving down to your earlobe, gently pulling on it with his teeth. You gasped as it sent a pleasant shock through you. He moved back to your face, and you looked up into his eyes.
“Make me come, Sam,” you panted. "Make me come the way only you can."
Sam’s rubbing on your clit picked up again, the veins in his lower arm popping from the movements. You leaned your head back, still holding on to Sam’s neck, and you gently rushed into your first orgasm of the night. You knew it wouldn’t be your last.
While you shivered through your release, Sam slowly lay you back on the bed. Your chest was heaving as he was climbing over you. His hand nudged your hip. “Move up, baby,” he said.
You hummed, moving up the bed, then lying down on your back again. When Sam moved closer you grabbed for him, pulling him close to you. His beautiful strong arms were on either side of you, and you rubbed your hands along the pronounced muscle and then up to his neck.
He was looking at you while you were doing this, almost studying you. He smiled at your happy expression. You had soft sheets under you and Sam over you – life didn’t get much better than that.
Sam leaned down to kiss you and when he leaned back up, his hands went to your hips, tugging off your panties. You lifted your hips to help. When they were off you, Sam kissed you again, still holding himself over you. You held on to his shoulders, returning the kiss and then cupped his face. Sam looked at you.
“I love you,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I love you, baby,” he replied and then, after another quick kiss on your lips, he continued: “Let me show you how much.”
With that he kissed your jaw, then your neck and made his way slowly down your body. When he reached your breasts, he gently pushed them together, kissing the tops of both, then sucked one of your nipples in his mouth. You pushed yourself up against him, at the same time rubbing your shoulders against the fabric under you. He moved to the other nipple, giving that one the same amount of attention. After a minute of that he moved lower, sucking a long kiss into the skin below your breasts, and then ran his nose against your tummy. You giggled a little at that, Sam looking up at you with a grin.
He kissed your hip next and then the top of your thighs, first one side then the other. Finally, he was kissing your mound. You angled your legs up and he comfortably nestled in-between then. He started kissing and then, gently sucking, around your clit, not going for it directly, slowly getting you worked up again. You bit your lip and pressed yourself deeper into the comfort of the bed.
Once you started arching yourself up against him, searching out more contact to his mouth and face, Sam started increasing the pressure on you. He started kissing your clit as if he was kissing your mouth. You moaned, the intimacy of it and the arousal his touch was causing you sending sparks into your brain. His lips were soft but his stubble added just the slightest distant burn to it, as well as the friction you were now getting more desperate for. But Sam was still going torturously slow.
“Sam,” you moaned, and he looked up at you, resting his chin against you.
“It’s okay,” he said, hearing the shaking in your voice. “You trust me, right?” he asked, running one hand up your thigh, stroking it back and forth. You nodded, your voice lost at the sight of his beautiful hand on your skin.
"I’m gonna make you feel good,” he said, his hand still stroking you, “you know I will, right?” Oh, that was what he wanted. You smiled at him.
“I know, Sam,” you said, your voice still quivering a little. “I just want so much of you, you know? It’s too big sometimes, the feeling of wanting you.” Sam took a deep breath. He’d liked that one.
“I know, baby,” he said. “I feel the same way. Let me take care of you.”
With that, he put his mouth back on you. But now his touching was more urgent. Instead of kissing your clit he now sucked it into his mouth, a steady rhythm building, while also grinding his mouth harder against you. Then the hand that was on your thigh wandered down and shortly after his fingers were exploring your entrance, slowly circling it, getting you ready. His mouth came off you, and he looked up at you again.
“Do you want one finger or two?” he asked, his voice soft.
You pressed your lips together. “Two,” you said, and for good measure added: “I want to be ready for you.” Sam groaned, and then, without breaking eye contact started pushing the requested two fingers into you.
You breathed in and out slowly to relax your body, but you could already feel the pleasure at the filling feeling building in you. Sam found your g-spot immediately, so familiar with your body at this point, but never growing tired of it. He pressed against it once, making an intense shiver run through you, then began stroking it.
He was still looking at you, but you had a hard time keeping your eyes open at what he was making you feel. Sam noticed.
“Close your eyes,” he said in a quiet voice. “Just feel it.” You did, Sam’s stroking intensifying. You were pretty sure he continued looking at you and the thought of it, that he was watching you, so intently like he did, spurred on your orgasm.
You started panting, your eyebrows tightening. One of your hands went to your breast, twisting the nipple there, the other landed on your thigh, simply lying there where it was close to Sam. You said his name again, just to say it, and then, as the intensity was building in you: “Yes, oh Sam, please.” Sam must have stopped watching you, because you felt his mouth on your clit again just as your orgasm was starting, pushing you to a whole other level. You threw your head back, coming so hard you were unable to make a sound, your body twitching while at the same time tensing, your shoulders pulled together. It felt like it lasted forever.
It took you a while to become aware of the world around you again. Your breathing was leveling out and you felt Sam’s face against your thigh, not exactly kissing you but very lightly rubbing his cheek against you. You blinked your eyes open just as he kissed the hand you had laid on your thigh, which you saw was balled into a tight fist. He looked up at you, a slight smile on his face.
“Come up here,” you said, still a little breathless. You expected him to say no, wanting to make you come again, but there must have been something in your voice that made him move up to you until he was over you again. His arms were on either side of you again but he leaned on his elbows to be closer to you.
You felt a tear run out of your eye into your hair a second before you noticed you were crying. Sam leaned down to you, gently kissing your cheek.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his face serious.
“Yes,” you said, brushing some of his thick hair behind his ear. “I just… I just feel so much, you know?” you tried to explain. “You make me feel so much.”
You looked down at his lips, slowly running your thumb along them. Sam nodded slowly, then pursed his lips to kiss against your thumb. “But it’s good things?” he asked, and you thought you detected a hint of nervousness in his voice.
“The best stuff, Sam,” you said quickly, because it felt insane to you that he would think it could be anything else. “I love you so much and sometimes it’s…” You had to stop, a few new tears spilling out of you. “I don’t always know where to put it all. And we have this bed now and I know it’s just a bed, but it feels like, I don’t know. I never thought I’d buy a bed with you.”
And because you were just starting to feel a little silly, you added: “And you made me come so hard that I think I might have passed out, so that doesn’t help.” It helped a little to alleviate the feeling in your chest and it made Sam smile for second, but then he was looking serious again.
“I want all of it,” he said, looking into your eyes. “Don’t ever hide it from me, okay?”
You nodded. “I won’t.”
He kissed you again, his thumb gently wiping your tears away. When he broke away for a second you looked into his eyes.
“Make love to me, Sam,” you said in a low voice. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Sam kissed you again and nodded against you. You pulled you left leg up, Sam lifting himself a little higher to make room for you. Once you’d brought your leg up to stomach-height, you twisted your lower body to move your knee to the right side of you, your upper body staying where it was. Sam kneeled and started undoing his pants. He pulled them down on himself but then had to lean over you again to kick them the rest of the way off.
He held your thigh, giving it an appreciative squeeze, and then looked at your ass, and couldn’t help but grin. “See anything you like?” you asked, a smile spreading on your face as well.
Sam cocked his head slightly, and it made him look so good you could have slapped him. He leaned over you, touched his forehead to yours, and then moved to grind his crotch against your ass. You could feel his hardness there, moaned at it.
“You are so goddamn gorgeous,” he said, the words sweet but his voice betraying that he was just about ready to eat you alive. You lifted your head up on your elbow to kiss him better, your free hand running over his chest and torso.
“You really need to be more liberal with your clothes, Sam,” you said, pressing your nose against his. Sam chuckled, and moved his hands to his underwear, but then stopped suddenly.
“I just have to ask,” he said, the little smirk on his face betraying him, “do you also have a name for my penis?” You leaned your head back against your hand and laughed.
“Noo, that would be ridiculous,” you responded.
“Riiight,” Sam said, shaking his head. “Pecs get names, but not dicks?”
“I mean,” you said, pretending you were thinking hard, “maybe I need to see him. Hard to say just from memory.”
Sam chuckled again. His hands went to his underwear and he pulled it down, leaning over you again to get it off the rest of the way. Instead of sitting back up again, you felt his hand underneath you, and then the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. You bit your lip and moaned, briefly closing your eyes.
“That helping you jog your memory?” Sam asked, slightly pressing against you, but not entering you.
You sighed, eyes still closed. “It’s coming back to me, but I think I need some more.” He pushed just a little bit into you then, the angle making you tight, making him feel even bigger than he was.
You moaned again, the excitement of knowing you would soon have all of him inside you making you almost fidgety. You dropped your head out of your hand, instead leaning up on your elbow so you could see him well. You looked up at him through your lashes.
Sam was looking down at where he was entering you, now slightly rocking back and forth, always going a little deeper with each movement forwards. He briefly looked up at your face. "I wish you could see this," he said, his breathing heavy. "How perfectly you're letting me in, stretching around me."
"Fuck, Sam," escaped you as heat flushed through you. He kept going, deeper and deeper, slowly as he did, using his grip on your thigh to pull himself into you. As he was filling you, you needed to remember to check your breathing, tried to concentrate on it, your thighs clenching at the intensity of it all.
"Almost there, baby," he said, running one of his hands up and down your thigh. "You're doing so good." Then with a low sigh, he was as deep inside you as he could be from this position.
Sam ran one hand up and down your back where he could reach it. You hummed at the gentleness. He looked into your face while he did. You could tell there was a dreamy smile on your face. You clenched around him a little, and Sam made a sound in his throat. "I can feel all of you, Sam," you said. The corners of his mouth twitched.
As much as you could from your position, you started grinding yourself down on him, only a little. Sam watched you, his lips parted and eyes narrowed. You kept going, your eyes not leaving his face. The fullness was intoxicating.
"God, you're so sexy," Sam said, his voice low.
You kept grinding yourself on Sam but he was too far away from you. "I want you closer, baby," you said.
Sam held your thigh to stop your moving, then slowly pulled out of you. A second later he gently rolled you so you were lying on your front. With this change, he could climb over you, which he did, holding his big body over your smaller one, kissing your shoulder and neck. At the same time you angled one of your legs up, which raised your ass. His erection, now coated in your wetness, pressed against your ass, driving you nearly insane.
"Sam," you gasped, "please fuck me."
Sam held himself and lined his tip up with you, pushing in faster this time. He immediately started rocking into you, keeping his upper body pressed against your back to be as close as possible to you. You pressed your ass higher, arching your back the better to meet his movements.
The arousal started building in you almost immediately. Now that Sam was in control, his movements were deep and smooth, hitting all the right parts inside of you. You had to fist the sheets next to you. "Sam, that feels so good," you more breathed than said.
Sam leaned up at your words so he could have more room to move, and started driving into you harder. You turned your head slightly so you could see him. You'd had this view a million times before but it still took your breath away. His face was concentrated, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His arms were tensed from holding on to you and his long, beautiful body was moving so smoothly as to almost seem unreal.
He noticed you were looking at him, so you pressed your arms out in front of you, still looking at him, and started pushing back against him, meeting him on every thrust. "Keep going, don't stop," you panted. Sam shook his head for a second, squeezing you on your hips where he was holding you. He gave a cocky grin. "Wasn't planning on."
You smiled as well, but his intense rhythm was bringing you to the edge again. "I'm, I'm, uh, I'm close," you panted. Sam brought his hand under you, and pressed his fingers against your clit. "Come on, beautiful," he said when he started rubbing you, "come for me."
It hit you then, violently, your body shaken both by the intensity of your orgasm as well as Sam's thrusting into you. You distantly heard your own voice rising. You squeezed your eyes shut.Then you collapsed on the bed.
Sam was petting your body as your breathing evened out. He had stilled his thrusts, not wanting to overwhelm you. He ran his hands up your back, then leaned down and kissed your cheek. "Told you I'd make your scream," he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
You grinned with your eyes still closed. You blinked them open, and then pushed yourself away from Sam, making him fall out of you. You pressed yourself up on your arms and he leaned back, watching you with a look of surprise on his face. You turned around, a little shaky on your knees. You hugged Sam with one arm, while your free hand went to his cock between your bodies, stroking him.
"Show-off," you muttered into his ear, making him chuckle, and then groan when you intensified the pressure on him in your hand.
You kept stroking him, kissing his ear and then looked down between you two, making you bite your lips. Sam put one arm around you to help steady you but left enough room where he could look down as well. You were pumping him. "You fuck me so good, Sam," you said, your voice low. "Let me make you feel good now."
Sam's breathing was getting heavier and he swallowed. You looked up into his face. "What do you want, baby?" you asked. Sam gave a broken grin, then used his free hand to pull your face to his. He kissed you deeply, holding your jaw. He only moved an inch from you.
"I wanna come inside you," he panted. "Wanna feel how warm and wet you are." You bit your lip and kissed him again. Typical Sam. You would have let him come anywhere on you but he wanted to be inside you, the big sap.
You let go of him, then pushed back on his shoulders a little, making him sit back. You crawled over him, then straddled him. You kissed him, then lifted yourself up, Sam helping with lining himself up. Slowly you sank down on him. Sam, now out of the deep concentration where his only focus was to make you come like crazy, groaned. "Don't I feel good?" you whispered to him. His eyes fell closed and he nodded. "You feel amazing."
Sam tucked his legs in behind you, given him a better hold. Then you started rocking yourself back and forth on him, one hand holding on to his neck, the other to his shoulder, with Sam supporting your back.
You kissed him again, first his lips and then his jaw. You broke away from him when Sam started rocking up into you, his cock hitting all the right places, drawing a moan from you. You pulled your head back to look at him. "How do you keep doing this, magic man?" Sam grinned, pulling you in a little closer. "You just bring it out in me," he said. At his words you pulled his mouth back against yours, kissing him, open mouthed and desperate.
Sam's breathing was getting heavier. His arousal intensified at your kiss, making you feel impossibly fuller. "Sam," you panted, your core warming, "I can feel you throbbing inside me. It feels so good."
"Fuck," Sam panted.
"Come inside me, baby," you said, also panting. "I want to be full of you."
Sam's arm went around you, pulling you against his chest. You could tell he was getting desperate, his orgasm within reach. You brushed some hair out of his face. "Just let go, baby," you said, and he looked into your face, into your eyes. "Just give it to me."
He did. Sam grabbed your ass, pulling you hard against him, your clit getting pushed against his pelvis. The snaps of his hips up into you were almost violent, but they made you feel another orgasm come on. Jesus Christ, you felt like you could feel him in your throat, that's how deep he was inside you.
"Yes, yes, yes, you're so b-- you're so big, Sam," you moaned, your head falling back at the intensity. "You're fucking destroying me."
Sam groaned at your words, kept driving into you. "I'm almost there, baby," he forced out through clenched teeth.
He did at the same time you did. Your hand went into his hair over his ear, needing something to hold on to. Your faces were pressed together and Sam was grunting deep while your moans were loud. You felt him then, his warmth filling you up, the sudden spread of it so beautiful. He pulled you hard against himself and then held you there, spending himself into you.
He held you close when he was done, still breathing hard. You let your fingers slip out of his hair, the hand landing on his shoulder. You could have fallen asleep then and there, with Sam still inside you.
His hand stirred on your back and you weren't sure if maybe you hadn't dozed off for a second. Sam was going soft inside of you, and as much as you wanted to keep feeling him, to keep a part of him inside you, you didn't think you could stay upright for one more second.
You opened your eyes, seeing that Sam was watching you. "Good thing we're already in bed," you mumbled. You felt his shoulders twitch in a small chuckle.
"Quite the christening," he said.
You and Sam had fallen down then, his cock slipping from you but apart from that you two stayed impossibly close. After a few minutes, Sam had moved. It startled you for a moment, and you realized you had just been falling asleep. He slowly crawled off the bed, and you noticed with satisfaction that there was no flinching in his movement, no pain from metal poking him, no thud where his foot met the ground too soon.
He grabbed a small towel, wetting it with some water from your drinking bottle, then came back to you. He moved your thigh so that your legs were slightly parted and began cleaning you. You flinched at first, the contact sudden on your sensitive sex. Then you had opened your eyes, looked up at him and how he was cleaning you. He had that same concentrated look on his face as before. It tugged at your heart. He was always taking care of you.
After he crawled back into bed, you managed to hold each other close for around thirty seconds before you both fell asleep.
The next morning, Sam's alarm woke you. He found his phone on the side table, pressed a button, and then turned back around to you, putting his head back on the pillow, throwing one arm over you. It took you a second to understand that he had turned the alarm off. You smiled a proud smile.
That was why you two found yourself in the kitchen much later than you usually would. Dean was already done with breakfast so you were alone. You had showered together, both yours and Sam's hair still slightly damp, and Sam was spreading butter on a piece of toast. Butter.
Finally you couldn't hold it in anymore. "So sleeping in is one thing," you said, putting your coffee cup down on the counter next to you, "and now cholesterol in the morning. Is there something I should know?"
That made Sam laugh. He put the toast and the knife down and turned to you. You were standing a few feet away from him and he made his way over to you. When he reached you, he cupped your cheek, and leaned down to kiss you. You stretched your neck, meeting him as much as you could. Then suddenly Sam wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up, and sitting you on the counter. You laughed, and when he stood between your legs and pressed his face against the side of your neck, holding you as close as possible, you had to squeeze your eyes shut from the rush of happiness that overcame you.
"I guess I'm starting to learn about this whole indulgence thing," Sam said then, and you could feel his breath on your skin.
"Well," you said, stroking the back of his neck and grinning like a fool. "It looks good on you."