I belong in your arms
Inspired by Chairlift song ‘I belong in your arms’
you can listen to it (here)
This was originaly 4,*** something words long so I re-did it
Warnings: Smut, sex with strangers, slight dirty talk?
What were the odds? Zero to none basically, but then again, it was happening. Sam Winchester had caught her eye from the very first moment he walked into the library. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had seen other beautiful men, but he was… A freaking Adonis! That was what he was! Of course, she immediately felt self-conscious when he had looked back in her direction, a beautiful dimpled smile on his beautiful face!
She thought she was going to combust and combusting she was when he rolled his hips.
And it freaking was good. It was good because never in a million years would she had done this… well not with a handsome stranger.
What had she been thinking in the first place?
She wasn’t. She couldn’t!
Not when those soft warm lips met her full pink ones in what had been the kiss of her life, then again she had only kissed like two people before him and they paled in comparison.
She had often read about these types of kisses. The ones that could turn you to mush and engrave themselves forever into your brain and ruin every single kissing experience after that one, but this was way more than that.
Her toes curled. She liked when he called her An, especially when he said it so sinfully. Seriously, how did he do and said everything so perfectly? There she had been feeling so awkward in his presence before (part of it cause she couldn’t handle how hot he was) that she had even stumbled on her own words more than once, yet in the heat of the moment, her mouth seemed to want to vocalize everything, literally everything, so she let out a loud, filthy moan that had Sam holding onto the table so tightly, he was sure it was going to snap at any moment.
What had even happened in the first place?
He saw her, in all her cute splendor standing there in the middle of an aisle, looking straight at him. (More like staring.)
To be honest, it had been the color of her hair that caught his eyes. Her ginger hair fell along her back down to her hips in bright orange wavy tresses. Her skin was porcelain as a few freckles adorned the bridge of her nose and feathered away to her cheeks, but what had intrigued him the most were the green doll like eyes on her pretty face.
The same green eyes that stared into his own when he seated himself inside her.
And so there they were. For some odd reason it had been only the two of them in the library when it happened. The library when completely dark, only an exit sign glowing a creepy shade of red like she had described before. Right now that was the farthest thing in her head as his big hands squeezed her hips right under the skater skirt she still had on, everything else forgotten on the floor with the exception of her thigh high socks that he insisted she kept on.
This was better than any erotica she had ever read… ever!
His lips found the juncture of her neck, sucking and biting with every thrust of his hips as his hands lifted hers to meet his pace.
She was so soft and tiny compared to him and to add to the fire, her hair spread out against the table as she moaned and arched her back while her breast begged for attention only made him want to pound into her body until she passed out from exhaustion, but he had to keep his self-control. After all, he had learned she had only ever been with one other guy before him and damn! She was doing an amazing job at taking everything he had offered her.
His hand trailed from her hips to her thighs, squeezing them before lifting them to place them around his waist. She quickly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her.
“God, baby! You’re so fucking tight” he groaned against her lips before taking them in a heated kiss.
She was sure Sam’s dirty talking alone could make her fall of the edge and onto oblivion…
For a brief moment she though how silly it had been on her part to feel embarrassed when he caught that she had been reading some filthy erotic novel, but hey! She sure as hell didn’t know she was going to be writhing underneath him as he fucked her on the library. If she had, she would had saved the embarrassment for then and if she was telling the truth, she couldn’t really feel embarrassment when this hunk of a man was making her body feel on the fifth heaven why giving her a show of her own.
Her parted lips let out a particularly high pitched moan that made Sam smirk.
“That’s it baby. You like that?”
But of course the excitement of his filthy words was short lived when his fingers grazed her clit.
The sound he made was something she would replay in her brain the rest of her life as it made another wave of wetness engulf his cock as it buried inside her for who knows how many times now while her walls clamped down around him, signaling the impending orgasm that was approaching at the speed of light as his fingers kept pressing and rubbing her little bundle of nerves.
To think that a witchcraft spell book and a smutty one would have let her have the best sexual experience of her life… Right now she regretted nothing…
An unfamiliar gasp resounded around the library and it took her a few minutes to recognize it as her own as her toes curled and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She felt Sam’s hand hold her waist as it arched painfully while he sucked on her breast; his other hand still busy stimulating her into what was and earth shattering orgasm.
“Cum for me beautiful. Cum around my big cock. Leave it nice and wet for me” he groaned into her skin as her walls created a tight grip on his shaft, milking the orgasm right out of him. His hand on her waist holding firmly to her, branding her pale skin with bruises that would surely show themselves by morning, but for now, he was reeling in the feeling of her body as he came down from his high.
He didn’t exactly know when he had collapsed on top of her but when he lifted his eyes to meet her green ones, he saw them glazed with sleepiness as her hand combed through his hair. She smiled at him, watching him quietly as she lifted her other hand to trace her fingers around his face gently.
“You are beautiful, you know that?” his cheeks heated at her words which made him hide his face against the crook of her neck, his chuckle sending vibration throughout her skin. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close as she nuzzled his head, taking him his scent.
She knew that when they pulled away, it was going to be over for both of them. Tomorrow, the only reminder that Sam Winchester existed would be on her mind as the marks he had left on her body and the slight sting between her legs was going to eventually disappear and so she wanted to enjoy his warmth a little more. She wanted to engrave the feeling of her body molding to his as he was still inside her. She wanted to memorize his scent and let it soak into her skin for a few more minutes. She forever wanted to remember how his arms felt around her tinier frame, because all in all, in a very weird way, she felt like she belonged there, in his arms.
