Lexi
“Shit! Dean!”
He growled as his knees perched on the edge of the couch. “Come here, sexy.”
Pain and pleasure coursed throughout my body as he fucked me so hard that the couch moved with our efforts. With my hands pinned and his knees blocking my legs from closing, all I could do was buck ravenously against him. I met him, thrust for thrust, as my body soared into the heavens.
And as that coil tightened behind my gut, I found myself chanting things I never thought I’d ever hear myself say.
“I’m yours,” I said breathlessly. “Yours forever. Oh, Dean. Don’t ever leave me again. I love you. I love you. I’ll never leave you; I swear it. I’m yours. All yours. Forever.”
“Jesus… fuck,” he hissed, “I’ll never let you down again. I’ll never leave. You have my word.”
I somehow found the strength to sit up and I crashed my lips against his. He gathered me into his arms, laying me down on the couch as his body cloaked my own. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pinned my hands above my head, opening my entire body for me. And as we rocked in tandem with one another, I saw bits and pieces of my future with him flash before my very eyes.
I saw him and Natasha having water balloon fights outside.
I saw him and I waking up to one another every morning before she dove into our bed.
I saw us having family dinners and going out to firework demonstrations every 4th of July.
I even saw myself in a white dress with Natasha escorting me down the aisle at our wedding.
And I wanted every single bit of it.
“Yes, Dean. I’m so close. Oh, fuck. Just a bit longer…”
He dipped his lips down and sucked on my lower lip. “Come for me, Lexi. Come for me and pull me over the edge with you.”
That’s when my back arched so deeply that I thought it might break. “Dean! Yes! I’m coming!”
His grunts and groans turned to guttural sounds I couldn't describe as his hips finally stilled. His cock pulsed against my walls before he poured into me, filling me to the brim before my pussy pushed out his excess. Our intermingled juices dripped down my ass crack. I collapsed against the couch as he came with me, his body blanketing mine away from the rest of the world.
And as I laid there, trying to catch my breath, I felt something I hadn’t felt since Dean’s disappearance.
I felt hopeful for our future.
“Would you like to meet Natasha?” I asked.
He paused. “You mean, you introduce me to her as her father?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Would you like something like that?”
He snickered. “Like it? I’d love it. But, do you think it’s the right time?”
“I’d be lying if I said that Natty wasn’t getting to an age where she’s getting curious now. I’d have some explaining to do, since she thinks you’re dead, but--.”
He sat up and gazed into my eyes with his dick still sheathed within me. “She thinks I’m dead?”
“I thought you were dead, too, remember?”
He sighed heavily. “Yeah. Right.”
I moved so that his dick slid from between my legs, and I sat up. The two of us stood and got our clothes back into the positions they needed to be, then I pushed him back down onto the couch. He chuckled as he bounced along the cushions before I perched myself in his lap.
And as I gazed into his eyes, I tried to be as honest with him as I could.
“When Natty first started asking questions about you, it was more along the lines of why she didn’t have a father when everyone else did. And I told her what I knew: that you were a war hero that died for your country. That you’d always be with her, looking down upon her and cheering her on. Supporting her. Protecting her, in your own way. She idolizes you, but she does think you’re dead because at the time, that’s exactly that I thought.”
