Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 56 - Not God, Just Sammy

Sam's POV

When we got to the bedroom, I set Katie down and kissed her. "Hang on a sec," I said, and I went to the dresser and opened the drawer where I had stashed all the candles I had used before. I took out five of them and lit them, and placed them around the room. Then I went back to her and pulled her to me. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I asked her.

"Not really," she said coyly. "Why don't you tell me."

"You just happened to hit a couple of my hottest hot buttons," I said, my voice sounding deeper than usual. I was kissing her face, her neck, her hair. I reached behind her as I was kissing her and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress. I felt my breathing become heavier, I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

I moved back from her enough so I could see her, and slowly began slipping her dress down her arms, exposing her beautiful body to me, little by little, savoring every new inch as I uncovered it. I couldn't remember when I had been this crazy with pure unadulterated lust. It was like she had flipped a switch in me and let loose the animal I was so carefully keeping hidden.

I swallowed several times, trying to keep my control. When the dress finally fell to the floor, and reality verified the picture I'd had in my imagination, all I could do was stare at her, drinking in the pure sexuality she was giving off at that moment.

She smiled up at me, and began doing a slow, sensuous dance, turning around to show me all of her. I don't know what it is, I've never understood it myself, but women dressing this way had always hit me right where it was meant to, and this particular woman doing it left me feeling like a pile of mush on the floor.

"Do you like it," she asked, as she glided around the room.

I nodded, and then finally found my voice enough to say. "Yes. Oh my god, Katie, I like it very much."

She reached up and ran her fingers down my cheek, and then turned away to dance some more. She giggled seductively and said, "Not God, Sammy, just Katie."

She danced behind me and took hold of my dinner jacket and pulled it off me, and laid it carefully on the bed. Then she did some stretching exercises, bending down with her back to me to touch her toes, putting her leg up on the bed, still in her heels, and stretching down again to give me a clear view of her sweet place. I had to lick my lips because they were getting dry.

When she approached me again, she reached up and unfastened my tie and took it off, and threw it over her shoulder. Then she began unbuttoning my shirt, doing it in stages as she danced around. All I could do was stand there like I was in some sort of trance, and I guess maybe I was. Her movements and her seductive little noises were very mesmerizing. When she had my shirt unbuttoned she pulled it off of me and threw that over her shoulder too.

On her next trip around, she pulled my tee shirt out of my pants and pulled it over my head. I had to cooperate with that one so I leaned down a bit to let her pull it off of me, and that one went over her shoulder too.

The next victim of my clothing was my belt, which she opened and pulled out of my pants and hung around her neck. There was no hiding from her the reaction I was having to all of this. She leaned against me then, put one hand on my cheek and her other hand on the bulge in my pants and said, "Oh yes, I can feel how much you are enjoying this."

'Oh God!" I moaned. "You shouldn't touch me there right now." I closed my eyes, trying to maintain control. "You're really playing with fire."

"Not God, Sammie," she said again. "Just Katie." And she opened the button and slowly pulled down my zipper. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but I was too afraid of myself at that moment, afraid she had reached in too close to that dark side of me that I kept so carefully in it's place. "Maybe I like playing with fire," she teased.