*Mature content ahead

Samuel kneeled as his face neared her navel and hot air fanned on her skin. Kennedy took a sharp breath.

His hands held the lingerie from both of her sides and slowly peeling it down, and the way his electric fingers grazed her skin had her whimpering. Finally, removing her panties, Samuel took hold of both her legs, positioning his head between them. Kennedy threw her head back, eyes closed while waiting impatiently for his tongue to make contact.

He leaned into her flesh as his lips pressed on it and Kennedy bit her lips to stifle a moan. She desperately needed him there. She wanted to scream in pleasure but Samuel had warned her already and she knew he would do exactly what he said. 

Her hands tugged on Samuel's brown locks, tugging and pulling while his tongue slid over her walls and she bent on him, unable to stop her legs from shaking. 

"Hold still," Samuel said, spreading her legs and placing his hands on her butt cheeks to restrain her movements. 

Samuel's one digit slid into her as his tongue joined the race and it was becoming hard to hold her moans at its bay. She clasped one hand over her mouth to stop the moans from coming and another hand stayed on his head, fisting against his hair.

She found herself breathless as another digit added to torment her and she was certain her body would collapse any moment. A moan escaped from the back of Samuel's throat and she bit her already swollen lips. 

"Good girl," he praised as he tilted his head to see her face. She was a mess and Samuel's smirk confirmed it. He stood up and Kennedy whimpered at the loss of his touch. He leaned into her as their lips touched and Kennedy tasted herself on his lips.

Samuel put his tongue but this time he was gentle as it travelled into her mouth savouring each second and the first moan escaped from the back of her throat.

Samuel pulled out and she recalled he was specific about not to moan. She bit the inside of her cheeks.

"You really like to defy me, don't you?" He asked, his voice husky and throaty on the edges and sending a wave of shiver on Kennedy's body.

Samuel put off his tee as his taut muscles flexed and Kennedy wanted to touch him. She wanted to caress her hands all over his skin, wanting to know the feel of it beneath her fingertips. 

Samuel wrapped his arms around her and lifted her in the air as she squeaked. As soon as their body touched she felt a gush of warmth washing over her cells, coiling the knots in her stomach. She intertwined her legs around him as he led them to the nearest door balancing her against it.

The wood touched her bareback as she roamed her hands over Samuel's shoulders and back, a chance she might never get later. His skin smooth and strong beneath her palms and she wanted more. She wanted her lips to feel the same touch her palms were getting.

Samuel's lips reached on her jaws and she tilted her head back to give him more of her skin. With a teasing manner, his wet kisses travelled to her neck then to her collar bones as he nibbled on it and fire ignited in her, sending its heat to her core.

A sound came as he unzipped his zipper and put his pants down. Kennedy felt his hard tip growing even more from underneath her and she found her mind imagining the ways he would take her and her stomach clenched in anticipation.

"Kennedy, scream my name." A burning need began to grow between her legs at his tone and the look of want in his eyes was hard to ignore. It aroused her more.

A gasp escaped from Kennedy's mouth as warm flesh took over and Samuel's energy soared through her. His manhood adjusted perfectly while her walls stretched in their length, fulfilling her needs.

"Samuel," she moaned as he thrust in her cave while her back slammed against the door. She closed her eyes as her body hummed in pleasure. 

"Eyes open, Kennedy!" He demanded, "I want you to see."

She whimpered as she opened her lids and met with Samuel's dilated grey eyes boring on her. A harsh moan came out from the back of his throat as he hit her sensitive wall. As he kept thrusting her back and forth Kennedy's mouth started to chant his name.

Her nipples grinded against his bare chest and her nails dug into his skin, leaving scratch marks on his shoulders. He groaned and took a hold of her hands while pinned them above her head to the door. She purred. 

"Samuel..." Frustrated at not being able to touch him, she tightened her legs around him, deepening the sensation. Samuel reached down and captured her lips with his as both of them panted.

After a while, Kennedy felt her insides tightening around him as a small growl erupted from his mouth against her lips. Samuel quickened his tempo and pounded into her with a determined force as the wood behind Kennedy slapped her skin each time he thrust. 

When she almost reached her climax, Samuel's left hand tightened around her wrists while the other hand squeezed her hip and his thrusts got harder. With a harsh growl, he released himself into her and loosened his grip around her wrists as she came. Hot juices ran down from her as her limped body crashed against him. 

Both of them stayed like this until Samuel moved but Kennedy felt her energy had drained enough not to move an inch. She released her legs and stood up on her feet still leaning on him as she could hear his breathing heart. She looked up and saw he was looking at her, his eyes had softened. 

Kennedy's eyes dropped to his lips and an urge came to kiss him. To feel his lips all over again. Would he get angry if she kisses him now?

"I'm hungry," Samuel said, shoving her out from her weird thoughts. 

"Oh! I..." 

"Get rest. I'm making something." He said looking over the kitchen and scowling as Dean had left it uncleaned. 

Kennedy's hands as if they got their own mind, went to his jaw and halted midway. Her heart fluttered as soon as she realised, she wanted to cup his face and kiss him. 

That would have been great if they were still in the act of their desire, however, after that, it would count as intimacy in a couple which they were not. Her face fell and she swiftly dropped her hand to her side. 

"Okay," she muttered as she took her clothes from the floor and went to her room, her mind was in chaos and her heart thumping loud.

*****

With a great effort, Samuel had managed to make them a healthy dinner, the way Kennedy would make. As his eyes fell on the burner, he cringed. If the kitchen was a mess before, now it exceeded at a new level. Waste of vegetables, uncleaned dishes and rags were all scattered over the counter as if battalions had chosen this place for a battleground. Dean had brought out every ingredient and left it on the counter and Samuel had no idea where to keep them. 

It seemed Kennedy had been keeping all of them in proper places so they could find it without rummaging through their kitchen. Now he had to clean this shit.

He looked at Kennedy's room. She had gone a while ago and there was no sound after that. Was she asleep?

Now that he thought about it, he went too far today. He was angry at Dean, he was angry at his father and he was angry at Kennedy. He was certain she was hiding something about what Mac's father had said. Kennedy could try to hide all she wants but he could read her like an open book.

All he had to do was take a glance and he would know what she was thinking. That was exactly what happened when they dived into their ecstasy. 

The corners of his lips curled into a smirk as he remembered the frustration when he held her hands above her head. She sure didn't like to get restrained. But  Kennedy's moans, pants, saying his name flashed before his eyes and his heart thumped in an unusual way. 

The smirk replaced with a frown as he recalled the intense feeling after they both released, he felt lightning flowing through his body and he wanted to—

He clenched his jaw.

Don't think! He ordered himself in his head and headed toward Kennedy's room. It was time they both should have their dinner.

He knocked on the door. 

No sound. Nothing.

"Kennedy, the dinner's ready." He waited but there was no reply.

He twisted the knob and announced his coming, "I'm coming in, alright?"

As he opened the door, the vanilla scent hit his nose and he found Kennedy sleeping in her purple nightgown that went up to her mid-thighs. Her long hair fell on the pillows beneath her head like silk strands while one of her hands rested at her sides, the other one had a peach coloured book in it. As he approached, he noticed his marks on her collarbones and neck were becoming red and he grinned. His little buddy twitched at the vulnerable sight she was in. She was so defenceless and his breathing got fast. 

Damn! What am I thinking?

He was about to leave when the peach colour book caught his eyes except it wasn't a book but her diary.

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21st March, 2021