This is for my girl @cracksinthewalls  Hope you like it, babe!

Summary: It’s been a while for Donna, and with a wedding and a recent purchase of sex toys, an unexpected visitor is more than welcome.

Pairing: Donna/Dean

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy

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The Road So Far…

“Oh, honey,” Dean says, pushing one of her legs over the back of the couch to open her wider before using his teeth and making her make a sound like sobbing. “We just got started.”

“Holy…” Donna sends up a prayer that she will, in fact, make it through the night because she’s pretty sure she’s going to want more of this tomorrow and the next day.

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“Relax, okay?” Dean says, letting up the pressure over the wet satin but maintaining their connection. He’s there with her – gentle, soft, warm; so warm. “Look at me.”

Donna realizes then that her eyes are shut tight, her fists clenched at her sides, teeth grinding. This isn’t how she wanted this to go. She needs to settle down.

She opens her eyes and exhales slow and long as she rests her gaze on Dean’s. She feels herself sink into the couch cushions when she sees his smile.

Dean nods up at her from where he’s sprawled between her open thighs. “That’s right,” he mutters. “Let’s take these off.” He slips a fingertip under the elastic of one leg of her panties and tugs playfully with a smirk.

Donna’s chuckles lightly. “’Spose that’s the next step, huh?” she says, lifting her hips, giving him access.

He hooks his fingers around the satin to peel it from her skin. “Next step’s whatever you want it to be,” he says, licking his lips as he exposes her completely. Once he’s got the shiny, pink fabric balled in his hand, he tosses it away then settles back into place, wraps his arms around her hips from underneath to cradle her.

“We didn’t wait this long to rush it now, right?” he says, resting one hand on her belly, letting the other smooth and caress the thigh draped over the back of the couch.

“I guess, yeah,” Donna replies with a grin, letting herself enjoy the feel of his rough but tender hands brushing her skin. “That feels good.” She sighs, becoming less and less opposed to the mere idea of being with Dean this way. It may have been awkward to think of it at first because so often she and Jody talk about the boys like they’re their annoying brothers.

But alas…

“Show me how to touch you,” he says, quiet and coy. “How ya touch yourself.” He blinks slow, holding her gaze as he dips his head to place a kiss to her wet slit, and she shivers.

Donna reaches down, runs her fingertips through his soft, spiky hair. “Okay,” she answers softly. “I’ll try.”

Dean rests his head against her thigh and watches her slip her fingers through her wet, around her clit, press and rub one side. She bites her lip and tries to concentrate. She wants this to be good for Dean as much as for herself.

What if he doesn’t like the way she sounds and looks as she lets go?

“So pretty,” he whispers, licking and biting his own bottom lip, his eyes riveted to where her fingers easily stroke through her slit. Then he drags his gaze up to meet hers. “Can I touch you while you do that? Fuck you with my fingers? God, I wanna watch you come – feel you.”

His eyes are pleading and hot and so dark, black pupils bleeding into the verdant irises.

Donna nods. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Yes, I want that.”

Dean grins and unwraps one arm from around her. “Keep your leg on my shoulder,” he says, and she obeys. Then he’s sliding his middle finger inside her like a hot knife through butter, twists and groans when the wet sound fills the space around them. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He flicks his eyes up to look at her again, his tongue dancing along the sharp edges of his teeth. “More?” he asks, curling his finger to rub against her g-spot then pushing a second finger inside before she even realizes that she’s answered.

“You look so good, D,” he says, kissing the curve of her inner thigh. “So hot and needy.” His lips brush her skin, and she shudders, rubbing faster, arching her back. Dean slides a third finger inside her and twists, and she’s so full.

She hisses. “Fffff…”

“Sheriff Hanscum, you dirty girl,” Dean teases with his voice and eyes. “Were you gonna say the mother of all curse words?” He clucks his tongue, nips at her skin, let’s that tongue slide along the side of her clit that she isn’t working into a frenzy then chuckles low and throaty

Donna’s had good sex, good orgasms, but she’s never felt so wanton and needy and brazen and hot with someone else in the room. She’s masturbated, watched porn clips, used toys alone. Never has she ever masturbated in front of another person – if that is in fact what she’s doing? – and it has her so worked up that she’s about to come in a way she never has before with another person.

“C’mon, baby,” Dean whispers, licking and kissing, fucking his thick fingers into her. “Say somethin’ dirty for me.”

Donna’s back arches high and she inhales sharp. Everything in her freezes hot, pleasure-pain sizzles between her thighs, where she’s rubbing circles, where Dean’s knuckles are fucking her bruised, where his tongue and lips are soothing it all – and then she ignites – flies apart, screaming silent.

The air and light around her vibrate as she drifts back into the moment, breathing deep and steady to calm her heart rate. Dean slides up over her. At some point he shoved his jeans off, so all she feels is his boxers and the fluffy fleece of her couch throw brush her sensitive skin.

“Hey,” he says, nuzzling into her neck and settling between her thighs. “Good?” He presses his lips to her skin, runs a big hand from her hip to her knee, pulls that leg up and secures it over his own hip.

“Oh, yeah,” Donna answers, letting her head roll to the side, giving him full access to her throat and collarbones. “I mean, no – I’m better than good.” She laughs. “That was pretty darn amazing, Dean.” She keeps her eyes glued to her TV, watching the song change on her Pandora as Dean’s lips wrap around one of her nipples. “Goll…”

“What do I gotta do to get you to talk dirty, D?” Dean jokes, licks around her nipple then gently closes his teeth over it and scrapes.

Donna really laughs then, deep and hearty from his teasing and the thrilling feel of his teeth. “I just don’t talk like that,” she says.

Dean pushes up to hover over her, drops a kiss to her lips. “Hmm,” he says, peering down at her, eyes narrowed. “If you say so, but I ain’t gonna stop tryin’.”

Donna shakes her head with a wide grin and a satisfied sigh. Then her hands start to roam, and it’s Dean’s turn to sigh. He gently bucks his hips, peppers kisses along her jaw.

“Should we take this upstairs, or…” Donna asks, not quite sure what to expect next. She wants to keep touching him, wants to kiss him some more. She wants to return the favor, too, but she’s starting to get a cramp in her back.

“Good idea,” Dean says, pecking her on the cheek before pushing up off of her and back onto his heels. “I’m too old for this makin’ out on the couch shit, I think I pulled somethin’.” He braces a hand at the small of his back and groans.

Donna laughs out loud again, snatching the throw from around Dean’s hips to wrap herself in it. He’s seen her naked, but she’s not exactly secure enough to get up and prance around naked in front of him. “Grab us a couple beers from the fridge and meet me upstairs?”

“Right on,” Dean answers before sliding from the couch and making his way to the kitchen, half-full pizza box in hand.

Donna scurries up to her room to straighten up, she lights a few candles and leaves the window sheers open enough to let the moonlight in. Before checking her makeup in the bathroom mirror, she pulls on her fluffy, white bathrobe. Just as she’s coming out of her bathroom, Dean’s coming into her room.

“Nice deck,” he says, handing her a beer on his way to the French doors leading to a large balcony. She sometimes has a beer out there on warm summer nights or coffee in the morning. “Not a bad view, either.”

Donna sips her beer and watches Dean take in the river view, the bike path lights reflecting off the surface of the water. She remembers Jody telling her that the only home the boys have really ever had was the bunker. Thinking about sharing such a simple pleasure as coffee on her balcony with Dean in the morning makes her heart skip a beat.

He turns to her with smiling eyes and sips his own beer. Then he’s looking her up and down, saunters closer, drops his free hand in the thick tie around her waist. “This thing’s sexy,” he mutters, pulling her close.

“It’s a bathrobe, Dean,” Donna replies quietly with a small smile as he dips his head, tucks into her neck and brushes his lips along her pulse, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

He shrugs. “Still sexy as fuck,” he says, bringing his lips around to hers. “You’re all wrapped up, nice and cozy.” He tugs at the tie until it’s loose and the front of the robe falls open. “Like a secret treat’s under here.” He slides one hand inside the heavy cotton, curls his fingers around the curve of her hip. “Like this.”

Dean sets his beer aside and slides his other hand in to mirror the first, and Donna gasps from the contrast in temperature of her heated skin and his beer-cooled hand. He pulls her tight against him and kisses her deep and long, swaying to a silent melody. She feels him hard against the soft curve of her belly, and the goosebumps spread further.

Donna pulls back enough to speak, stressing the importance of being on the bed ASAP. Dean chuckles and walks backward, dragging her with him, grinning ear-to-ear. When the backs of his knees hit the bed, he sits, slides his hands over her hips, down her thighs to the backs of her knees and nudges her toward him.

“Come on, D,” Dean flirts, tilts his head and purses his lip, tickles the backs of her legs. “Be a good girl and get on top.”

Donna giggles and blushes before gingerly climbing astride Dean’s lap. “I’m not really a lap-sittin’ kinda gal.” The thought of it makes her uncomfortable. She tries not to put all her weight on him.

Before she can think too much, Dean pushes her robe from her shoulders. A deep sound rumbles in his chest when her full, heavy breasts are exposed. There’s a slight chill in the air and she shivers. Then one of Dean’s palms is at the small of her back and the fingertips of his other hand are gliding outward over her collarbone.

“You are so beautiful, you now that?” he says, slowly bringing his gaze from the path of his fingers to meet her eyes. He cups one breast in his hand, hefts its weight, brushes his thumb over her nipple.

Donna’s breath shakes and she instinctually pushes into his hand. “Why doncha lie back?” She smiles, pressing her palms against his shoulders. “So I can get my mouth on you.” She winks.

Before she knows what’s happening, Dean’s hoisting her back with him, burrowing into the plush pillows at the head of her bed. He’s got both arms around her and they’re on their sides, facing each other. “That what you really want?” he asks, dragging one hand from around her waist to the space between them then pushing it between her legs. “You’re so wet, should take advantage of it.”

Dean slips his fingers through her slick and takes her lips with his. “Get this wet, pretty pussy on my dick,” he whispers against her mouth, sucking her full bottom lip between his own.

“Dean,” Donna whines helplessly. She buries her head in his neck to hide her face. No one’s ever talked like that to her before. It makes her entire body blush red and hot.

“What is it, baby?” he says, a teasing smile in is quiet tone as he scrapes blunt teeth over the shell of her ear. His hot breath makes her skin prickle painfully. “Does it make you hot when I talk about your pussy?” Dean slowly, easily pushes two fingers inside her. “How wet you are?” He licks into her mouth on his way to her other ear. “How hard I am?”

Dean slowly pulls her earlobe between his teeth then whispers, hot and dirty, “I’m gonna stretch that tight, little hole so good.”

“Dean,” Donna sobs quietly, desperately. The thought of answering him with words – filthy words – as well as her actions, feeling that free and confident, that safe, emboldens her in the moment and she draws a deep breath before pulling back to look him in the eye.

“Fuck me,” she says, and Dean’s slow, broad grin is blinding.

Chapter Three